GUDE NIGHT, AND JOY BE WI' YOU A'. SIR ALEXANDER BOSWELL. GUDE night, and joy be wi' you a'; Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart: When on your muir a gallant clan But when in peace-then mark me there- I I gave him here a welcome hame. The auld will speak, the young maun hear; My parting breath shall boast you mine ;— Gude night, and joy be wi' you a'! Suggested evidently by Burns's song, "This night is my departing night." AULD GUDEMAN: A MATRIMONIAL DUET. SIR ALEXANDER BOSWELL. "AULD gudeman, ye're a drunken carle, drunken carle! A' the lang day ye wink and drink, and gape and gaunt; O' sottish loons ye're the pink and pearl, pink and pearl, Ill-far'd, doited ne'er-do-weel." Hech, gudewife! ye're a flyting body, flyting body; Will ye hae; but, Guid be praised, the wit ye want. The puttin' cow should be aye a doddy, aye a doddy; Mak' na sic an awsome reel." "Ye're a sow, auld man; Ye get fou, auld man ; Το your wame, auld man; Pinch'd I win, wi' spinnin' tow, A plack to cleid your back and pow." "It's a lie, gudewife; Ye spend a', gude wife. Ye like the drap fu' weel yoursell." "Ye's rue, auld gowk, your jest and frolic, jest and frolic; "Troth, gudewife, an' ye wadna swither, wadna swither, Soon to tak' a colic, when it brings a drap o' cappy; But twascore years we hae fought thegither, fought thegither; Time it is to gree, I trow." "I'm wrang, auld John; We hae fought, gude John ; "Ye're richt, gude Kate; The nicht, gude Kate, We'll sup, gude Kate; Thegither frae this hour we'll draw, And toom the stoop atween us twa." THE YEAR THAT'S AWA'. MR. DUNLOP. Air-"It's good to be off wi' the old love." HERE'S to the year that's awa'! We will drink it in strong and in sma'; Here's to the sodger who bled, And the sailor who bravely did fa'; Here's to the friends we can trust When the storms of adversity blaw; May they live in our song, and be nearest our hearts, Nor depart like the year that's awa'. May they live, &c. HERE'S TO YOU AGAIN. ALEXANDER RODGER. Air-Toddlin frame." (From "Whistle Binkie," third series. Glasgow, 1842.) LET votaries o' Bacchus o' wine make their boast, And let them drink at wine wha nae better do ken. Your wine it may do for the bodies far south, But a Scotsman likes something that bites i' the mouth, Sae lang we've been nursed on't we hardly can spean. It's now thretty years since I first took the drap, And though what I've drunk might hae slacken'd the sun, I find I'm as dry as when first I begun; For wi' toddlin' but and toddlin' ben, I'm nae sooner slacken'd than drouthy again. Your douse folk aft ca' me a tipplin' auld sot, They cry that my hand wad ne'er bide frae my mouth; Yet I'll toddle but an' I'll toddle ben, An' laugh at their nonsense wha nac better ken. Some hard-grippin' mortals wha deem themselves wise, Poor scurvy-soul'd wretches, they're no very blate, Gin folk wadna drink, how could government fen'? Yet wae on the tax that maks whisky sae dear, And I'd mak' it rin like the burn after rain. What signifies New'r day ?--a mock at the best, That tempts but poor bodies and leaves them unblest? For ance-a-year fuddle I'd scarce gi'e a strae, Unless that ilk year were as short as a day; Then I'd toddle but an' I'd toddle ben, Wi' the hearty het pint and the canty black hen. I ne'er was inclined to lay-by ony cash, Weel kennin' it only wad breed me more fash But aye when I had it I let it gang free, And wad toss for a gill wi' my hindmost bawbec; I ne'er kent the use o't but only to spen'. Had siller been made in the kist to lock by, An' aye I ance was persuaded to "put in the pin," Oh, leeze me on whisky! it gi'es us new life, An' we'll coup aff our glasses, "Here's to you again!" |