RICHARD GALL. RICHARD GALL, Scottish poet, was born at Linkhouse, near Dunbar, December, 1776; died at Edinburgh, May 10, 1801. At eleven years of age he was apprenticed to his maternal uncle, who was a carpenter and builder. After some time spent in this apprenticeship, he ran away and went to Edinburgh. Here he spent his leisure in study and writing, and was regarded as a poet of great promise. Gall was not destined to fulfill this promise. FAREWELL TO AYRSHIRE. SCENES of woe and scenes of pleasure, Bonny Doon, sae sweet at gloamin', Bowers, adieu! where love decoying, Friends, that parting tear, reserve it Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure; THE BRAES o' DRUMLEE. ERE eild wi' his blatters had warsled me down, How aft hae I gane, wi' a heart louping light, To the knowes yellow toppit wi' broom! An' the mavis sang sweet in the plantings around, But, ah! while we daff in the sunshine o' youth, We count na upon the fell waes that may come, I saw na the fause face that fortune can wear, Till forced from my country to flee;" Wi' a heart like to burst, while I sobbed "Farewell," To the bonnie green braes o' Drumlee! Farewell, ye dear haunts o' the days o' my youth, Ye woods and ye valleys sae fair; Ye'll bloom when I wander abroad like a ghaist, Ye woods an' ye valleys, I part wi' a sigh, For never again shall the tear weet my cheek "O Time, could I tether your hours for a wee! Oh! sair is the heart of the mither to twin Wi' the baby that sits on her knee; But sairer the pang when I took a last peep I heftit 'mang strangers years thretty an' twa', An' aften I sigh'd when I thought on the past, But now, wae's my heart! whan I'm lyart an' auld, An' fu' lint-white my haffet locks flee, Poor body! bewilder'd, I scarcely do ken I yirded a plant in the days o' my youth, But, haith! there's nae scenes I wad niffer wi' thae; For it fills my fond heart fu' o' glee, To think how at last my auld bones they will rest Near the bonnie green braes o' Drumlee. |