Now to her berth the ship draws nigh, Proclaim" ALL'S WELL!" SONG IN THE FARMER, ERE around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill, The fond ivy had dar'd to entwine, Ere the church was a ruin, that nods on the hill, Or a rook built his neft on the pine; Could I trace back the time, a far diftant date, And the farm I now hold on your honour's eftate, He dying, bequeath'd to his fon a good name, For my child I've preferv'd it,unblemish'd with fhame, MISS FORBES'S FAREWELL TO BANFF. FAREWELL ye fields an' meadows green, The bleft retreats of peace an' love, Aft have 1 filent ftol'n from hence, With my young fwain, a while to rove. The azure sky, the hills around, But if the fates will be fae kind, gay. A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT BURNS. IS there for honest poverty, Wha hangs his head and a' that, The coward flave we pass him by, And dare be poor for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obfcure and a' that, The rank is but the guinea-ftamp,. The man's the goud for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinfel fhew, and a' that; An honeft man, though ne'er fae poor, Is chief o' men for a' that. Ye fee yon birkię, ca'd a lord, Wha ftruts, and ftares, and a' that, Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a cuif for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His ribband, far, and a' that; The king can mak' a belted knight, His dignities, and a' that; Then let us pray, that come it may, As come it fhall, for a' that; That fenfe and worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, and a' that; For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that; Whan man, and man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be, and a' that. ROSLIN RUINS. AT dead of night, the hour when courts A folitary wretch forlorn, To mourn unfeen, unpitied there No found of joy disturbs my train, Efk, murm'ring thro' the darkfome pines, While through the clouds fhe faintly fhines, In fancy's eye the pale ghoft gleams. Not fo the night, that in thy halls |