Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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Cash.
'Tis hard to lie 'mang flaes in simmer,
Or bugs, wha haunt auld beds o' timmer,
Or thole slee Love's inconstant glimmer,
That gi'es sic fash;
But waur than a' is that base limmer,
Miss Want-o'-Cash.
Or bugs, wha haunt auld beds o' timmer,
Or thole slee Love's inconstant glimmer,
That gi'es sic fash;
But waur than a' is that base limmer,
Miss Want-o'-Cash.
O' life—but Cash—what joy or mirth
Can mortal budies ha'e on yirth?
Whare mis'ry's Oronock-like firth
Doth whelming dash.
A day o' woe is ilk chield's birth
That's scant o' Cash.
Can mortal budies ha'e on yirth?
Whare mis'ry's Oronock-like firth
Doth whelming dash.
A day o' woe is ilk chield's birth
That's scant o' Cash.
Alake! the chield can never thrive
Wha has 'gainst adverse fate to strive;
The stubborn jilt her drift will drive
Wi' scorpion lash;
Till 'neath despair he sink, belyve,
For want o' Cash.
Wha has 'gainst adverse fate to strive;
The stubborn jilt her drift will drive
Wi' scorpion lash;
Till 'neath despair he sink, belyve,
For want o' Cash.
But, oh! how joyous pass the days
When baskin' 'neath kind fortune's rays;
The pulse wi' heavin' rapture plays;
Licht reels our pash;
We've mony frien's, withouten faes,
When rife o' Cash.
When baskin' 'neath kind fortune's rays;
The pulse wi' heavin' rapture plays;
Licht reels our pash;
We've mony frien's, withouten faes,
When rife o' Cash.
Wi' ill fill'd purse, at merry meetin'
Ane dowie sits, wi' dread a' sweatin',
And scarce daur gi'e their craig a weetin',
Or join the clash;
A yillwife's bill's na'e sicht invitin'
When scant o' Cash.
Ane dowie sits, wi' dread a' sweatin',
And scarce daur gi'e their craig a weetin',
Or join the clash;
A yillwife's bill's na'e sicht invitin'
When scant o' Cash.
But, ah! how bauld a birkie roars,
And rings and brews, and drinks and splores;
When conscious he can clear his scores,
He gabs fu' gash,
And toasts and sangs he blithe en-cores,
When pang'd wi' Cash.
And rings and brews, and drinks and splores;
When conscious he can clear his scores,
He gabs fu' gash,
And toasts and sangs he blithe en-cores,
When pang'd wi' Cash.
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Cash cleeds the back and fills the kyte,
Gars mony a coof appear perfyte;
Though he can neither read nor write,
The claverin' hash
Mak's lasses' hearts amaist gae hyte
Wi' rowth o' Cash.
Gars mony a coof appear perfyte;
Though he can neither read nor write,
The claverin' hash
Mak's lasses' hearts amaist gae hyte
Wi' rowth o' Cash.
At market, ball, or holy-fair,
Cash gars a birkie strut and stare;
And ony lass that's ranked there,
Like lichtning's flash,
Springs at his wink; she needs nae mair
If he hae Cash.
Cash gars a birkie strut and stare;
And ony lass that's ranked there,
Like lichtning's flash,
Springs at his wink; she needs nae mair
If he hae Cash.
Nae hucksters, snabs, nor tailors fear him,
Accounts aff-hand he aye can clear them;
That bluid-hound gang comes never near him,
The beagle trash:
Noucht casts him down, a' aids to cheer him,
That's rife o' Cash.
Accounts aff-hand he aye can clear them;
That bluid-hound gang comes never near him,
The beagle trash:
Noucht casts him down, a' aids to cheer him,
That's rife o' Cash.
Cauld winter's win' may rudely blaw,
And smoor the warld deep under snaw,
Yet pale-faced want dare never draw
At his door-lash;
Nor sullen spleen his visage shaw,
While he has Cash.
And smoor the warld deep under snaw,
Yet pale-faced want dare never draw
At his door-lash;
Nor sullen spleen his visage shaw,
While he has Cash.
The wildest loun that e'er chow'd cheese,
Whase wealth can let him reel at ease,
Will be respected by grandees;
While his weak clash
Will savour o' the learn'd degrees,
Sic power has Cash.
Whase wealth can let him reel at ease,
Will be respected by grandees;
While his weak clash
Will savour o' the learn'd degrees,
Sic power has Cash.
But ane whase coat is worn sae bare
That scarce a louse can travel there,
Will meet the sklent disdainfu' stare,
Though straucht's a rash
His conduct be; yet, de'il may care,
He still wants Cash.
That scarce a louse can travel there,
Will meet the sklent disdainfu' stare,
Though straucht's a rash
His conduct be; yet, de'il may care,
He still wants Cash.
Snool'd laithfu'ness doth aften seize him,
Cauld puirtith's claims incessant tease him,
And wyzen'd want nae seldom gi'es him
Clean teeth to gnash;
Till death, his frien', frae mis'ry frees him
That's void o' Cash.
Cauld puirtith's claims incessant tease him,
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Clean teeth to gnash;
Till death, his frien', frae mis'ry frees him
That's void o' Cash.
Ye wha ha'e plenty at your ca',
That strut about baith braid and braw,
Beware, lest ye tyne fortune's ba',
Else, clean slapdash,
Your friends their friendship will withdraw
When ye want Cash.
That strut about baith braid and braw,
Beware, lest ye tyne fortune's ba',
Else, clean slapdash,
Your friends their friendship will withdraw
When ye want Cash.
For mony a chield that ance fu' saucy,
Wi's puncheon-kyte projectin' gawsy,
Has drawn respect on Glasgow causey,
Now fin's pride's lash;
While former friends him heedless pass aye,
Since tined o's Cash.
Wi's puncheon-kyte projectin' gawsy,
Has drawn respect on Glasgow causey,
Now fin's pride's lash;
While former friends him heedless pass aye,
Since tined o's Cash.
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