Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss
Air—“Bonie lass tak a man.”
Jockey’s taen the parting kiss, O’er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a’ my bliss, Nought but griefs with me remain, Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain! Spare my Love, thou feath’ry snaw, Drifting o’er the frozen plain! When the shades of evening creep O’er the day’s fair, gladsome e’e, Sound and safely may he sleep, Sweetly blythe his waukening be. He will think on her he loves, Fondly he’ll repeat her name; For where’er he distant roves, Jockey’s heart is still the same.
Verses To Collector Mitchell
Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi’ a’ his witches Are at it skelpin jig and reel, In my poor pouches? I modestly fu’ fain wad hint it, That One—pound—one, I sairly want it; If wi’ the hizzie down ye sent it, It would be kind; And while my heart wi’ life-blood dunted, I’d bear’t in mind. So may the Auld year gang out moanin’ To see the New come laden, groanin’, Wi’ double plenty o’er the loanin’, To thee and thine: Domestic peace and comforts crownin’ The hale design.
Postscript
Ye’ve heard this while how I’ve been lickit, And by fell Death was nearly nickit; Grim loon! he got me by the fecket, And sair me sheuk; But by gude luck I lap a wicket, And turn’d a neuk. But by that health, I’ve got a share o’t, But by that life, I’m promis’d mair o’t, My hale and wee, I’ll tak a care o’t, A tentier way; Then farewell folly, hide and hair o’t, For ance and aye!