Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Traitor! coward! turn, and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law By oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Forward let us do or die !2 1 This verse stood when the change was first made: "Sodger! hero! on wi' me!" 2 "I have borrowed the last stanza from the common stall edition of Wallace "A false usurper sinks in every foe, And liberty returns with every blow.' A couplet worthy of Homer." - B. WHERE ARE THE JOYS? TUNE-Saw ye my Father! This song as first written was sprinkled with a few Scottish words. WHERE are the joys I have met in the morn ing, That danced to the lark's early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wandering, At evening the wild-woods among? No more a-winding the course of yon river, Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys, Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, All that has caused this wreck in my bosom Is Jenny, fair Jenny, alone. Time cannot aid me; my griefs are immortal; Not hope dare a comfort bestow: Come, then, enamoured and fond of my anguish, Enjoyment I'll seek in my wo. September, 1793. MY SPOUSE NANCY. TUNE- My Jo Janet. "HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, "One of us two must still obey, Is it man, or woman, say, 1 So in manuscript - hitherto always printed Nor "If 'tis still the lordly word, "Sad will I be, so bereft, Nancy, Nancy; Yet I'll try to make a shift, My spouse, Nancy." "My poor heart then break it must, "I will hope and trust in Heaven, Strength to bear it will be given, "Well, sir, from the silent dead, "I'll wed another like my dear, Then all hell will fly for fear, APOLOGY TO MR. RIDDEL' for a rudeNESS OFFERED HIS WIFE. From whatever considerations, known or unknown, Mr. and Mrs. Riddel were unforgiving, though the breach did not become quite desperate at first. THE friend whom wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send (Not moony madness more astray) – Who but deplores that hapless friend? Mine was th' insensate frenzied part, Ah! why should I such scenes outlive? Scenes so abhorrent to my heart! "Tis thine to pity and forgive. |