CALEDONIA. TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's delight. THERE was once a day, but old Time then was young, From some of your northern deities sprung: (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred the heroine grew; 'Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!' The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north, To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore: O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. The Cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life: Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; He learned to fear in his own native wood. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun : The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them always. They hack'd and hash'd, while broadswords clash'd, And thro' they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd, Till fey men died awa, man. But had you seen the philibegs, And skyrin tartan trews, man, They fled like frighted doos, man. The horsemen back to Forth, man; But, cursed lot! the gates were shut, For fear amaist did swarf, man.' O that's the lassie o' my heart, If thou shalt meet a lassie, If thou hadst heard her talking, But her by thee is slighted, If thou hast met this fair one; If every other fair one, But her, thou hast deserted, Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, O, ONCE I LOV'D A BONIE LASS. TUNE-I am a Man unmarried.' O, ONCE I lov'd a bonie lass, And whilst that virtue warms my breast As bonie lasses I hae seen, A bonie lass, I will confess, But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet, She dresses aye sae clean and neat, And then there's something in her gait A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart, But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the dart. 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, 'Tis this enchants my soul ! For absolutely in my breast She reigns without control. Fal lal de ral, &c, YOUNG JOCKEY. YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad He roos'd my waist sae genty sma'; An' aye my heart came to my mou, When ne'er a body heard or saw. My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weed, thro' frost and snaw; And o'er the lea I look fu' fain When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'. An' aye the night comes round again, When in his arms he takes me a'; An' aye he vows he'll be my ain As lang's he has a breath to draw. M'PHERSON'S FAREWELL. FAREWELL,ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destinie: M'Pherson's time will not be long On yonder gallows tree. CHORUS. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, He play'd a spring and danc'd it round, Below the gallows tree. Oh, what is death but parting breath? Sae rantingly, &c. Untie these bands from off my hands, I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; It burns my heart I must depart Sae rantingly, &c. Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, THE DEAN OF FACULTY. A NEW BALLAD. TUNE- The Dragon of Wantley.' DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw That Scot to Scot did carry ; And dire the discord Langside saw, For beauteous, hapless Mary: But Scot with Scot ne'er met so hot, Or were more in fury seen, Sir, Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job Who should be Faculty's Dean, Sir. This Hal for genius, wi、 and lore, Among the first was number'd; But pious Bob, 'mid learning's store, Commandment the tenth remember'd. Yet simple Bob the victory got, And won his heart's desire; For talents to deserve a place To their gratis grace and goodness. As once on Pisgah purg'd was the sight Of a son of Circumcision, So may be, on this Pisgah height, Bob's purblind, mental vision; Nay, Bobby's mouth may be open'd yet, Till for eloquence you hail him, And swear he has the Angel met That met the Ass of Balaam. In your heretic sins may ye live and die, My congratulations hearty. |