The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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An ODE to Mr. F---.
Solvitur acris hiems ------
Horace
Horace
Now Gowans sprout and Lavrocks sing,
And welcome West Winds warm the Spring,
O'er Hill and Dale they saftly blaw,
And drive the Winter's Cauld awa.
The Ships lang gyzen'd at the Peer
Now spread their Sails and smoothly steer,
The Nags and Nowt hate wissen'd Strae,
And frisking to the Fields they gae,
Nor Hynds wi' Elson and hemp Lingle,
Sit solling Shoon out o'er the Ingle.
Now bonny Haughs their Verdure boast,
That late were clade wi' Snaw and Frost,
With her gay Train the Paphian Queen
By Moon-light dances on the Green,
She leads while Nymphs and Graces sing,
And trip around the Fairy Ring.
Mean Time poor Vulcan hard at Thrift,
Gets mony a sair and heavy Lift,
Whilst rinnen down, his haff-blind Lads
Blaw up the Fire, and thump the Gads.
And welcome West Winds warm the Spring,
O'er Hill and Dale they saftly blaw,
And drive the Winter's Cauld awa.
The Ships lang gyzen'd at the Peer
Now spread their Sails and smoothly steer,
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And frisking to the Fields they gae,
Nor Hynds wi' Elson and hemp Lingle,
Sit solling Shoon out o'er the Ingle.
Now bonny Haughs their Verdure boast,
That late were clade wi' Snaw and Frost,
With her gay Train the Paphian Queen
By Moon-light dances on the Green,
She leads while Nymphs and Graces sing,
And trip around the Fairy Ring.
Mean Time poor Vulcan hard at Thrift,
Gets mony a sair and heavy Lift,
Whilst rinnen down, his haff-blind Lads
Blaw up the Fire, and thump the Gads.
Now leave your Fitsted on the Dew,
And busk ye'r sell in Habit new.
Be gratefu' to the guiding Powers,
And blythly spend your easy Hours.
O kanny F---! tutor Time,
And live as lang's ye'r in your Prime;
That ill bred Death has nae Regard
To King or Cottar, or a Laird,
As soon a Castle he'll attack,
As Waus of Divots roof'd wi' Thack.
Immediately we'll a' take Flight
Unto the mirk Realms of Night,
As Stories gang, with Gaists to roam,
In gloumie Pluto's gousty Dome;
Bid fair Good-day to Pleasure syne
Of bonny Lasses and red Wine.
And busk ye'r sell in Habit new.
Be gratefu' to the guiding Powers,
And blythly spend your easy Hours.
O kanny F---! tutor Time,
And live as lang's ye'r in your Prime;
That ill bred Death has nae Regard
To King or Cottar, or a Laird,
As soon a Castle he'll attack,
As Waus of Divots roof'd wi' Thack.
Immediately we'll a' take Flight
Unto the mirk Realms of Night,
As Stories gang, with Gaists to roam,
In gloumie Pluto's gousty Dome;
Bid fair Good-day to Pleasure syne
Of bonny Lasses and red Wine.
Then deem ilk little Care a Crime,
Dares waste an Hour of precious Time;
And since our Life's sae unko short,
Enjoy it a', ye've nae mair for't.
Dares waste an Hour of precious Time;
And since our Life's sae unko short,
Enjoy it a', ye've nae mair for't.
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