Lovely Davies

O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try
The Poet's occupation?
The tunefu' Powers, in happy hours,
That whisper, inspiration,
Even they maun dare an effort mair
Than aught they ever gave us,
Or they rehearse in equal verse
The charms o' lovely DAVIES.--

Each eye it chears when she appears,
Like Phebus in the morning,
When past the shower, and every flower
The garden is adorning:
As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore,
When winter-bound the wave is;
Sae droops our heart when we maun part
Frae charming, lovely DAVIES.--------

Her smile 's a gift frae boon the lift,
That maks us mair than princes;
A sceptr’d hand, a king's command,
Is in her darting glances:
The man in arms 'gainst female charms,
Even he her willing slave is;
He hugs his chain, and owns the reign
Of conquering lovely DAVIES.--------

My Muse to dream of such a theme
Her feeble powers surrender;
The eagle's gaze alone surveys
The sun's meridian splendor:
I wad in vain essay and strain,
The deed too daring brave is;
I'll drap the lyre, and, mute, admire
The charms o' lovely DAVIES.--------