We'll twine her in a friendly knot

With England's Rose, and a' that;
The Shamrock shall not be forgot,
For Wellington made bra' that.
The Thistle, though her leaf be rude,
Yet faith we'll no misca' that,
She shelter'd in her solitude
The Fleur-de-lis, for a' that.

The Austrian Vine, the Prussian Pine
(For Blucher's sake, hurra that,)
The Spanish Olive, too, shall join,
And bloom in peace for a' that.
Stout Russia's Hemp, so surely twined
Around our wreath we'll draw that,
And he that would the cord unbind,
Shall have it for his gra-vat!
Or, if to choke sae puir a sot,
Your pity scorn to thraw that,
The Devil's elbo be his lot,

Where he may sit and claw that.
In spite of slight, in spite of might,
In spite of brags and a' that,
The lads that battled for the right,
Have won the day and a' that!
There's ae bit spot I had forgot,
America they ca' that!

A coward plot her rats had got
Their father's flag to gnaw that:
Now see it fly top-gallant high,
Atlantic winds shall blaw that,
And Yankee loon, beware your croun
There's kames in hand to claw that!

For on the land, or on the sea,

Where'er the breezes blaw that, The British Flag shall bear the grie, And win the day for a' that!

LINES,

ADDRESSED TO MONSIEUR ALEXANDRE,' THE
CELEBRATED VENTRILOQUIST.

Or yore, in old England, it was not thought good
To carry two visages under one hood;

What should folks say to you? who have faces such

plenty,

That from under one hood, you last night show'd us twenty!

Stand forth, arch-deceiver, and tell us in truth,
Are you handsome or ugly, in age or in youth?
Man, woman, or child—a dog or a mouse?
Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house?

["When Monsieur Alexandre, the celebrated ventriloquist, was in Scotland, in 1824, he paid a visit to Abbotsford, where he entertained his distinguished host, and the other visiters, with his unrivalled imitations. Next morning, when he was about to depart, Sir Walter felt a good deal embarrassed as to the sort of acknowledgment he should offer; but at length, resolving that it would probably be most agreeable to the young foreigner to be paid in professional coin, if in any, he stepped aside for a few minutes, and, on returning, presented him with this Epigram. The reader need hardly be reminded, that Sir Walter Scott held the office of Sheriff of the County of Selkirk."-Scotch Newspaper, 1830.j

Each live thing, did I ask?-each dead implement, too, A work-shop in your person,-saw, chisel, and screw! Above all, are you one individual! I know

You must at least be Alexandre and Co.

But I think you're a troop-an assemblage-a mob, And that I, as the Sheriff, should take up the job; And instead of rehearsing your wonders in verse, Must read you the Riot-Act, and bid you disperse. ABBOTSFORD, 23d April.1

CARLE, NOW THE KING'S COME!"

BEING NEW WORDS TO AN AULD SPRING.

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THE news has flown frae mouth to mouth,
The North for ance has bang'd the South;
The deil a Scotsman's die o' drouth,

Carle, now the King's come!

CHORUS.

Carle, now the King's come !

Carle, now the King's come!

Thou shalt dance, and I will sing,

Carle, now the King's come!

[The lines, with this date, appeared in the Edinburgh Annual Register, of 1824.]

[This imitation of an old Jacobite ditty was written on the appearance, in the Frith of Forth, of the fleet which conveyed his Majesty King George the Fourth to Scotland, in August, 1822, and was published as a broadside.]

Auld England held him lang and fast;
And Ireland had a joyfu' cast;

But Scotland's turn is come at last-
Carle, now the King's come:

Auld Reekie, in her rokelay grey,
Thought never to have seen the day
He's been a weary time away—

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But, Carle, now the King's come!

She's skirling frae the Castle-hill;
The Carline's voice is grown sae shrill,
Ye'll hear her at the Canon-mill

Carle, now the King's come!

"Up, bairns!" she cries, "baith grit and sma',
And busk ye for the weapon-shaw!—
Stand by me, and we'll bang them a'-
Carle, now the King's come!

Come from Newbattle's ancient spires,
Bauld Lothian, with your knights and squires,
And match the mettle of your sires—
Carle, now the King's come!

You're welcome hame, my Montagu!
Bring in your hand the young Buccleuch ;-
I'm missing some that I may rue-

Carle, now the King's come!1

"Come, Haddington, the kind and gay, You've graced my causeway mony a day;

[Lord Montagu, uncle and guardian to the young Duke of Buccleuch, placed his Grace's residence of Dalkeith at his Majesty's disposal during his visit to Scotland.]

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I'll weep the cause if you should stay-
Carle, now the King's come!'

"Come, premier Duke, and carry doun
Frae yonder craig3 his ancient croun;
It's had a lang sleep and a soun'-

But, Carle, now the King's come!

"Come, Athole, from the hill and wood,
Bring down your clansmen like a cloud;-
Come, Morton, show the Douglas' blood,-
Carle, now the King's come!

"Come, Tweeddale, true as sword to sheath;
Come, Hopetoun, fear'd on fields of death;
Come, Clerk, and give your bugle breath;
Carle, now the King's come!

"Come, Wemyss, who modest merit aids;
Come, Rosebery, from Dalmeny shades;
Breadalbane, bring your belted plaids;
Carle, now the King's come!

[Charles, the tenth Earl of Haddington, died in 1828.]

[The Duke of Hamilton, as Earl of Angus, carried the ancient royal crown of Scotland on horseback in King George's procession, from Holyrood to the Castle, Edinburgh, August, 1822.] The Castle.

'Sir George Clerk of Pennycuik, Bart. The Baron of Pennycuik is bound by his tenure, whenever the King comes to Edinburgh, to receive him at the Harestone, (in which the standard of James IV. was erected when his army encamped on the Boroughmuir, before his fatal expedition to England,) now built into the pork-wall at the end of Tipperlin Lone, near the Boroughmuir-head; and, standing thereon, to give three blasts on

a horn.