J. F. Campbell Collection > Popular rhymes of Scotland

ORIGINAL POEMS. 366
He's perhaps no bad fellow, but still to his sight
The arrangement seems perfect — his cry is — 'All Bight /'
In short, with all himian the rule must still hold —
Let a gemman, for instance, have honom-s and gold ;
Give a lady that handsomest, landedest squire,
Whom all other ladies most praise and admire ;
Or give to a child
A platter well piled.
While others are star\-ing and ciying like wild ;
Each fortunate elf will be satisfied quite
With the course of events, and declare it — All Right!
ON SEEING SOME WORK -HORSES IN A PARK ON
A SUNDAY.
'Tis Sabbath-day, the poor man walks
Blithe from lus cottage door,
And to his prattling young ones talks
As they skip on before.
The father is a man of joy,
From his week's toil released ',
And jocund is each little boy
To see liis father pleased.
But, looking to a field at hand,
Where the gi*ass grows rich and high,
A no less merry Sabbath band
Of horses met my eye.
Poor skinny beasts ! that go all week
With loads of earth and stones,
Bearing, with aspect dull and meek,
Hard work and cudgell'd bones ;
But now let loose to rove athwart
The farmei-'s clover lea,
With wliisking tails, and jump and snort,
They speak a clumsy glee.
Lolling across each other's necks.
Some look like brothers dear ;
Others are full of flings and kicks.
Antics vmcouth and queer.
One tumbles wild from side to side,
With hoofs tossed to the sun,
Cooling his old gray seamy hide.
And making dreadful fim.