II Here Wealth still swells the golden tide, III Thy sons, Edina, social, kind, With open arms the stranger hail; Their views enlarg'd, their lib'ral mind, Above the narrow, rural vale; Attentive still to Sorrow's wail, Or modest Merit's silent claim: And never may their sources fail! And never Envy blot their name ! IV Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn, There, watching high the least alarms, Have oft withstood assailing war, VI With awe-struck thought and pitying tears, Fam'd heroes! had their royal home: Their hapless race wild-wand'ring roam! Tho' rigid Law cries out: "Twas just VII Wild beats my heart to trace your steps, Thro' hostile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore: And fac'd grim Danger's loudest roar, VOL. I. VIII Edina! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs; Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: From marking wildly-scatt'red flow'rs, As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours, I shelter in thy honour'd shade. SONGS JOHN BARLEYCORN A Ballad I THERE was three kings into the east, II They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful Spring came kindly on, And show'rs began to fall; John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris'd them all. IV The sultry suns of Summer came, The sober Autumn enter'd mild, VI His colour sicken'd more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage. VII They've taen a weapon long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then ty'd him fast upon a cart, Like a rogue for forgerie. VIII They laid him down upon his back, And turn'd him o'er and o'er. |