The rising sun, owre Galston muirs, Wi' glorious light was glintin; The hares were hirplin down the furs, The lav'rocks they were chantin Fu' sweet that day.

The twa appeared like sisters twin, In feature, form, an' claes; Their visage withered, lang an'thin, An' sour as onie slaes: The third cam up, hap-step-an'-lowp, As light as onie lambie, An' wi' a curchie low did stoop, As soon as e'er she saw me, Fu' kind that day.

The lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang, In silks an' scarlets glitter; Wi' sweet-milk cheese in monie a whang, An' farls baked wi' butter, Fu' crump that day. When by the plate we set our nose, Weel heapèd up wi' ha'pence, A greedy glowr black-bonnet throws, An' we maun draw our tippence.

But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie: There was ae winsome wench and wawlie, That night enlisted in the core, Lang after kend on Carrick shore (For monie a beast to dead she shot, An' perished monie a bonie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, And kept the country-side in fear).

Even Satan glowered and fidged fu' fain, And hotched and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!'

Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder.

Fu', full, very.

For fu' weel ye ken the gaet.

The prisoner now upon his back The Laird's Jock has gotten up fu' hie; And down the stair, him, irons and a', Wi' nae sma' speid and joy brings he.

" Sae out at the gates they a' are gane, The prisoner's set on horseback hie; And now wi' speed they're ta'en the gate, While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie.

Maggie coost' her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

" "May be the Highland tyke is right, cummer, (said one o' the red coats) and the fallow is jumpit thro' the bole, but harkye maister gudeman, an ye hae ony mair o' your barns-breaking wi us, ye'se get a sark fu' o' sair banes, that's a'.

Sark fu' o' sair banessound beating.

I felt that sorrow so exquisitely described by Burns: "How can ye bloom so fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I so weary, fu' o' care.

I didn't mean, seh, I didn't 'tend thethe instrument fu' househol' puhpassesII 'tended hit as a off'in' to ouh Sabbath-school.

ve'y mawnin' I banked nigh on to a thousan' dollehs fu' de young boss.

I ben tryin' to lead a godly an' Chris'chun life, ez Scripcheh sez, fu' fawty yeahs, now, an' I hope I'd a foun' dyin' grace at de las'.

Saddled and bridled and gallant rade he; Hame cam' his horse, but never cam' he. Out came his auld mother, greeting fu' sair; And out cam' his bonnie bride, riving her hair.

The folk were gude folk; they were fu' of sympathy.

Buggah-man, buggah-man, come in de do', Hyeah's a bad boy you kin have fu' to eat.

When de cabbage pot is steamin' An' de bacon good an' fat, When de chittlins is a-sputter'n' So's to show you whah dey's at; Tek away yo' sody biscuit, Tek away yo' cake an' pie, Fu' de glory time is comin', An' it's 'proachin' mighty nigh, An' you want to jump an' hollah, Dough you know you'd bettah not, When yo' mammy says de blessin' An' de co'n pone's hot.

Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road; Fu' I t'ink de las' long res' Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes' If I's layin' 'mong de t'ings

"We ken fu' weel ye hae gude reason for a' ye do.

Mony ane speirs the gate he kens fu' weel.

"Ou ay," gasped the sufferer, "Lord be thankit, a' the bunkers are fu'!"