This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...runs my blood to hear it rave, I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonie banks of Ayr. III. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, 'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; Tho' Death in ev'ry shape appear, The Wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound; These bleed afresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonie banks of Ayr. IV. Farewell, old Coilds hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched Fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves Farewell, my friends farewell, my foes My peace with these, my love with those--The bursting tears my heart declare, Farewell, the bonie banks of Ayr O N G. Tune, Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern lefsjly, &c. I. NO Churchman am I for to rail and to write, No Statesman nor Soldier to plot or to fight, No sly Man of business contriving a snare, For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care. II. The Peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; I scorn not the Peasant, tho' ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are there, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. III. Here passes the Squire on his brother--his horse; There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse; But see you the Crown how it waves in 'the air, There a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care. IV. The wife of my bosom, alas she did die; For sweet consolation to church I did fly; I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care. V. I once was persuaded a venture to make; % A letter inform'd me that all'was to wreck; But the pursy old landlord just waddl'd up stairs, With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. N. The foregoing Pieces were originally printed in ...