izG fioeliy, "Jan. i8. 



AUliougli the plumy choir are fieH, 



Strike up a catch and sound it lilgh i 

 No zephyrs fan the i'rosty glide; 



Then, in their place the bottle ply. 



Soon comes the furrow'd brow of age, 



And wiater soon on man ftull seize, 

 When nought upon this earthly stj-e, 



Nor love, nor frieud.hip him can please- 

 Then let's remember chearful May ! 



Nor vainly waste the pafsing hour j 

 'Man is the p.igeant of a day ; 



A fleeting Ihade ! a fading flow'r ! 



The Norland Shepherd. 



VERSES IN" THE VULGAR SCOTTISH DIALECT. 



Occasioned hy seeing livo men sawing timber in the open fields in defiance cf 

 fi furious storm. 



M Y frien's for gude'oake quat your wark '. 

 Nor think to Stan' a wind sae stark. 

 Your ojwpit-stoops like wauns are ihakin'j 

 The vcr.i pL.rks and dales are quakin' : 

 Ye're cem'pin' p'^vidtnce, I swear, 

 To raise your gvaith sae madly here. 

 N^w 1 now ye're gone! — A.iither blast 

 Like that, and a' your sawirg's past. 



Come down ye sinners! grip tlie sa'zo 

 Likt death, or trouth ye'll Be awa'. 

 N:.., la, yc'll saw. ;h.r ha'l and si et 

 Wreathe o'er ^our breast, and freeze your feet. 

 Hi ir ;H w it'roars ! and rings the bells; 

 The cavts are tum'lin' roun' themsels. 

 The tylc, and th-ick, and turf up WL.rles; 

 SeS yon brick lura ! down, down it hurleil 

 But whi's yon staggcrin' o'er the brae,- 

 Be -.eath a lade o' b.ittl't , trae ? 



Be wha he will, po^ir lucklefs b h ! 



Hi.i itrae and'h'm's baith in the ditch ! 



The sclatPS are hurlin' down in hu.i'eri. 

 The d.'udin' door and winnock ciiun'ers. 

 But ho !' my hat ! my hat's awa ! 

 L — d hslp'i ! the sa*-pii's down an' a' ' 

 Rax-me your haun'. — Hech, hi.w he gran's ! 

 1 fear your legs are broken barf s ; 

 J tell't you this ; but deil-mak ma:tcr. 

 Ye thought 1: a' but idle clatter; 



