II.

Cog an’ ye were ay fou,
Cog an’ ye were ay fou,
I wad sit and sing to you
If ye were ay fou.

III.

Weel may ye a’ be!
Ill may we never see!
God bless the king,
And the companie!
Hey tutti, taiti,
How tutti, taiti—
Wha’s fou now?


LII.

RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING.

Tune—“Macgregor of Rura’s Lament.

[“I composed these verses,” says Burns, “on Miss Isabella M’Leod, of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudon, in 1796.”]

I.