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The works of Allan Ramsay

edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law]

Ramsay, Allan (1686-1758)

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I.

VOL. I.—(Poems: 1721)

COMMENDATORY POEMS.

THE Morning Interview.

ELEGY ON MAGGY JOHNSTON , who died Anno 1711.

ELEGY ON JOHN COWPER Kirk-Treasurer's Man , ANNO 1714.

ELEGY ON Lucky Wood in the Canongate, May 1717.

Lucky Spence's last Advice.

EDINBURGH'S ADDRESS TO THE COUNTRY.

Written beneath the Historical Print of the wonderful Preservation of Mr. David Bruce, and others his School-fellows,

CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN,

THE SCRIBLERS LASH'D.

RICHY and SANDY ,

An Explanation of Richy and Sandy, by Josiah Burchet, Esq;

TO Mr. ALLAN RAMSAY, ON HIS Richy and Sandy. By Mr. BURCHET

To JOSIAH BURCHET, Esq

FAMILIAR EPISTLES BETWEEN Lieutenant William Hamilton and Allan Ramsay.

PATIE and ROGER:

EDINBURGH'S SALUTATION

WEALTH, or the WOODY.

The Prospect of Plenty:

THE RISE and FALL OF STOCKS, 1720.

PATIE and PEGIE:

PROLOGUE. Spoke by one of the young Gentlemen, who, for their Improvement and Diversion, acted The Orphan, and Cheats of Scapin, the last Night of the year 1719.

The Life and Acts of, or An ELEGY on PATIE BIRNIE

CUPID thrown into the South-Sea.

THE SATYR'S COMICK PROJECT For recovering A young Bankrupt Stock-jobber.

TO THE MUSICK CLUB.

Wine and Musick, an ODE.

ON The Great Eclipse OF THE SUN,

The Gentleman's Qualifications, as debated by some of the Fellows of the Easy Club , April 1715.

To the Right Honourable, The Town-Council of EDINBURGH , THE ADDRESS of Allan Ramsay .

Inscription on the Gold Tea-pot, gain'd by Sir James Cunningham of Milncraig, Bart.

Inscription engraven on the Piece of Plate, which was a Punch-Bowl and Ladle, given by the Captains of the Train'd-Bands of Edinburgh, and gain'd by Captain Ch. Crockat's Swallow.

TO THE Whin-Bush Club , THE BILL Of ALLAN RAMSAY.

AN EPISTLE TO Mr. JAMES ARBUCKLE of Belfast , A. M.

To the Right Honourable, WILLIAM Earl of Dalhousie .

Horace to Virgil, on his taking a Voyage to Athens.

An ODE to Mr. F---.

To the Ph--- an ODE.

To Mr. William Aikman.

Spoken to three young Ladies, who would have me to determine which of them was the bonniest.

TO Sir William Bennet Of Grubbet, Bart.

An EPISTLE to a Friend at Florence, in his Way to Rome.

The beautiful Rose Tree enclosed.

To R--- H--- B---, an ODE.

Clyde's Welcome TO HIS PRINCE.

On the most Honourable The Marquess of BOWMONT's Cutting off his Hair.

TO SOME YOUNG LADIES

To Mr. Joseph Mitchel on the successful Representation of a Tragedy wrote by him.

Colin and Grisy parting.

Spoken to two young Ladies who asked if I could say any thing on them: One excell'd in a beautiful Complection, the other in fine Eyes.

The Mill, Mill,—O.

The Poet's Wish:

THE CONCLUSION.

II.

VOL. II.—(Poems: 1728)

III.

VOL. III.—(Poems: Miscellaneous and Uncollected)

IV.

VOL. IV.—(Poems not hitherto collected: Poems attributed to Ramsay)

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PATIE and PEGIE:

A SANG.

PATIE.
By the delicious Warmness of thy Mouth,
And rowing Eye, which smiling tells the Truth,
I guess, my Lassie, that, as well as I
You're made for Love, and why should ye deny.

PEGIE.
But ken ye, Lad, gin we confess o'er soon,
Ye think us cheap, and syne the Wooing's done:
The Maiden that o'er quickly tines her Power,
Like unripe Fruit, will taste but hard and sowr.

PATIE.
But when they hing o'er lang upon the Tree,
Their Sweetness they may tine, and sae may ye:
Red Cheeked you completely ripe appear,
And I have thol'd, and woo'd a lang haff Year.

PEGIE.
Then dinna pou me; gently thus I fa'
Into my Patie's Arms for good and a':
But stint your Wishes to this frank Embrace,
And mint nae farrer till we've got the Grace.

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PATIE.
O charming Armfou! Hence ye Cares away,
I'll kiss my Treasure a' the live lang Day;
A' Night I'll dream my Kisses o'er again,
Till that Day come, that ye'll be a' my ain.

CHORUS.
Sun gallop down the Westlin Skyes,
Gang soon to Bed, and quickly rise;
O lash ye'r Steeds, post Time away,
And haste about our Bridel-Day;
And if ye'r weary'd, honest Light,
Sleep gin ye like a Week that Night.