But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn; My brave gallant friends! 'tis your ruin I mourn; Your deeds proved so loyal in hot bloody trialAlas! I can make you no sweeter return! LOVELY DAVIES. TUNE-"Miss Muir." Oн how shall I, unskilfu', try The tuneful powers, in happy hours, Than aught they ever gave us, Each eye it cheers, when she appears, As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore Sae droops our heart when we maun part Lovely Davies. Her smile's a gift frae 'boon the lift, The man in arms 'gainst female charms, 107 He hugs his chain, an' owns the reign Of conquering, lovely Davies. My muse, to dream of such a theme, YOUNG JOCKEY. TUNE-"Young Jockey." YOUNG JOCKEY was the blithest lad He roosed my waist, sae genty sma', An' aye my heart cam' to my mou' When ne'er a body heard or saw. * The gaud-at the plough. The Battle of Sheriff-Muir. My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind an' weet, thro' frost an' snaw; When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'. An' aye he vows he'll be my ain As lang 's he has a breath to draw. 109 THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR, BETWEEN THE DUKE OF ARGYLE AND THE EARL OF MAR. TUNE-"The Cameronian rant.' [An old song, abridged and improved by Burns.] "OH cam' ye here the fight to shun, Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man. "The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades, An' mony a bouk did fa', man; The great Argyle led on his files, I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles: They hack'd an' hash'd, while broadswords clash'd, An' thro' they dash'd, an' hew'd an' smash'd, "But had you seen the philabegs, In lines extended lang an' large, “Oh, how de'il, Tam, can that be true? The horsemen back to Forth, man; |