Io8 poetry. Sept, 15. 



Now Musie ye hae done fu' wee!. 

 Some ither time us twa may speel 

 Up to Parnaisus wi' a wheel. 



An' view its tap ; 

 But first and foremost or we spcel, 



We'll tak a nap. 

 I. K. Printer Aton fiilb. 



A FRAGMENT. 

 For the Bee. 

 I. 

 Keen blaws the wind o'er Dojiocht head, 

 The snaw drives srelly through the dale, 

 The gaberluniie trills my^neck, 

 And fciv'ring tells his waet'u' tale. 

 II. 

 Cauld is the night j — O let me in ! 

 And dinna let your minstrel fa j 

 Ard dinna let my winding fheet 

 Be naethir.g but a wreath 0' snaw. 

 III. 

 Pu' ninety winters hae I seen, 



And pip'd whare goroochs * whirring flew j. 

 And mony a dance ye've danc'd I ween. 

 To lilts which frae my drone I blew. 



IV. 



My Eppy wak'd, and soon fhe cried, 

 Get up gudeman and let him inj 

 For weel ye ken the winter night 

 Was (hort when he began his diir.. 



V. 



My Eppy's voice, O wow it's sweet, 



E'en '.hough ihe bans and scaulds a wee,. ^J 



But whan it's tun'd to sjnow's tale, 



but it's doubly sweet to ma ! 



VI. 



Come in auld carle, I'll stir my fire, 



ril mak it bletze a bo.my flame j 

 Ycur blude is thin, ye've tint the g'te, 



Ye iliou'd nae stray sae far frae hame. 

 TH. 

 Nae hame have I, the minstrel said. 



Sad paity s.rife o'erturn'd my ha'. 

 And weeping at the eve of life, 



1 wander through a wreathe 0' snaw. 



Cetera dtsunt. 



• Qi gcreceks. An explanation of this word will be V8t7 oWginp 



