Robert Anderson Poems

``Lassie wi' the coal--black locks,
Wilt thou be a captain's lady?
Quat bare mountains, glens, and flocks,
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Columbia's vain sons, long deluded by France,
Have dar'd to the conflict the lords of the main;
Britannia, insulted, cried, 'Warriors advance!
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``I'll build a high house, on this hill, says old Grub,
Where house never stood before;
A man like Goliah shall stand at my gate,
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We went owre to Deavie' Clay Daubin,
And faith a rare caper we had,
Wi' eatin, and drinkin, and dancin,
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There was ill gusty Jemmy, the cocker of Codbeck,
He follow'd blin Leethet 'lass years twee or three;
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On the brow of a hill where the stream gurgles down,
With a church within sight stands my cottage of clay;
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I've thought and I've thought, agean and agean,
Sin I was peat--heet, now I see it quite plain,
That farmers are happier far, tho' we're peer,
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JENNY.
``Tho' weel I leyke ye, Jwohnny lad,
I cannot, munnet marry yet!
My peer auld mudder's unco bad,
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Now, weyfe, sin the day--leet hes left us,
And drizzly sleet's 'ginnin to fa',
Let's creep owre the heartsome turf ingle,
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Reader, not in pompous verse I sing,
Nor with the Sons of Genius hope to vie;
Ne'er have I drank at the Castalian spring,
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