Where Cessnock pours with gurgling sound,1 Slow runs his race, A name I doubly honoured found,2 With knightly grace. Brydone's brave ward, I saw him stand,3 Lamenting their late blessed land Must change its lord. The owner of a pleasant spot, But large in every feature wrote, Appeared the man. 1 Auchinskieth. 2 Caprington. B. Cunningham of Caprington, Baronet. 8 Colonel Fullarton. - B. 5 Orangefield. — B. Mr. Dalrymple of Orangefield, near Ayr, was an active patron of Burns. SONG, IN THE CHARACTER OF A RUINED FARMER. TUNE-Go from my window, Love, do. The sun he is sunk in the west, With sorrow, grief, and wo; And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! The prosperous man is asleep, Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep; But Misery and I must watch The surly tempest blow: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! There lies the dear partner of my breast, Her cares for a moment at rest: Must I see thee, my youthful pride, Thus brought so very low! And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! There lie my sweet babies in her arms, No anxious fear their little heart alarms; But for their sake my heart doth ache, With many a bitter throe: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! I once was by Fortune carest, I once could relieve the distrest: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! No comfort, no comfort I have! And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! O whither, O whither shall I turn! I never more shall know! And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! END OF VOL. I. |