Robert Anderson Poems

I long have drank of pleasure's cup,
And oft have been the son of pain;
And I have tasted friendly joys,
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Great Bards, in all ages, all countries, we find,
Whose works now delight and enlighten mankind,
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Whene'er ye come to woo me, Tom,
Dnnnet at the window tap,
Or cough, or hem, or gi'e a clap,
To let my fadder hear, man;
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KEATIE.
Whee's rap rappin at the duir,
Now when our aul fwok are sleepin?
Thou'll git nowt here if thou's puir--
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When I was single, I rid a feyne naig,
And was caw'd the Buck o' Kingwatter;
Now the cwoat o' my back hes got but ae sleeve,
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Sit down, and I'll count owre my sweethearts,
For faith a brave number I've had,
Sin I furst went to schuil wi' Dick Railton,
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``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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