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At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash,
And herrings at the Broomy Law;
Chear up your heart, my bonny lafs,
There's gear to win we never faw.

III.

All day when we have wrought enough,
When winter, frofts, and inaw begin,
Soon as the fun gaes weft the loch,

At night when you fit down to fpin,
I'll fcrew my pipes and play a spring:
And thus the weary night will end,
Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring
Our pleasant fummer back again..

IV.

Syne when the trees are in their bloom,
And gowans glent o'er ilka field,
I'll meet my lafs amang the broom,
And lead you to my fummer-fhield.
Then far frae a' their fcornfu' din,
That make the kindly hearts their fport,
We'll laugh and kifs, and dance and fing,
And gar the langeft day feem fhort.

The Birks of INVERMAY,

I.

HE fmiling morn, the breathing fpring,
Invite the tuneful birds to fing;

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And while they warble from the spray,
Love melts the univerfal lay..

Let us, Amanda, timely wife,.

Like them, improve the hour that flies;
And in foft raptures wafte the day.
Among the birks of Invermay.

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For foon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear, At this thy living bloom will fade, As that will strip the verdant fhade

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Our tafte of pleasure then is o'er,
The feather'd fongfters are no more;
And when they droop, and we decay,
Adieu, the birks of Invermay.

III.

The laverocks now and lintwhite fing,
The rocks around with echoes ring;
The mavis and the blackbird vie,
In tuneful strains to glad the day;
The woods now wear their fummer-fuits ;;
To mirth all nature now invites :
Let us be blythfome then and gay
Among the birks of Invermay.

IV.

Behold the hills and vales around,
With lowing herds and flocks abound';;
The wanton kids and frisking lambs
Gambol and dance about their dams;
The bufy bees with humming noife,.
And all the reptile kind rejoice:
Let us, like them, then fing and play
About the birks of Invermay.

V.

Hark, how the waters as they fall,
Loudly my love to gladness call;
The wanton waves fport in the beams,
And fifhes play throughout the ftreams;
The circling fun does now advance,
And all the planets round him dance :
Let us as jovial be as they
Among the birks of Invermay.

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HERO and LEANDER.

An old BALLAD.

Eander on the bay
Of Hellefpont all naked flood,.
Impatient of delay,

He leap'd into the fatal flood:

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The raging feas,

Whom none can please,

'Gainft him their malice fhow; The heavens Four'd,

The rain down pour'd, And loud the winds did blow.

II.

Then cafting round his eyes,

Thus of his fate he did complain:
Ye cruel rocks, and skies!

Ye ftormy winds, and angry main !
What 'tis to mifs

The lover's bliss,
Alas! ye do not know;
Make me your wreck.
As I come back,

But fpare me as I go.

III.

Lo! yonder ftands the tower
Where my beloved Hero lies,
And this is the appointed hour

Which fets to watch her longing eyes..
To his fond fuit

The gods were mute;

The billows answer, No:
Up to the fkies

The furges rife,

But funk the youth as low..

IV.

Mean while the wishing maid,

Divided 'twixt her care and love,

Now does his ftay upbraid;

Now dreads he fhou'd the paffage prove:
O fate! faid fhe,

Nor heaven, nor thee,

Our vows shall e'er divide.

I'd leap this wall,

Cou'd I but fall

By my Leander's fide. ·

At

At length the rifing fun.

V.

Did to her fight reveal, too late,
That Hero was undone ;

Not by Leander's fault, but fate.
Said fhe, I'll fhew,

Tho' we are two,

Our loves were ever one :

This proof I'll give,

I will not live,

Nor fhall he die alone.

VI.

Down from the wall the leapt
Into the raging feas to him,
Courting each wave fhe met,

To teach her weary'd arms to fwim,
The fea-gods wept,

Nor longer kept

Her from her lover's fide.

When join'd at laft,

She grafp'd him fast,

Then figh'd, embrac'd, and died.

Rare WILLY drown'd in YARROW.

I.

W My's rare, and Willy's fair,

And Willy's wondrous bonny;

And Willy height to marry me,
Gin e'er he married ony.

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O came you by yon water-fide,
Pou'd you the rofe or lily?

Or came you by yon meadow green?
Or faw you my fweet Willy?

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She fought him eaft, fhe fought him wefl,

She fought him braid and narrow; Syne in the cleaving of a craig

She found him drown'd in Farrow.

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The King and the Miller.

I.

OW happy a ftate does the miller poffefs!

Who wou'd be no greater, nor fears to be lefs; On his mill and himself he depends for fupport, Which is better than fervilely cringing at court. What tho' he all dufty and whiten'd does go? The more he's bepowder'd, the more like a beau A clown in his dress may be honester far,

Than a courtier who ftruts in his garter and ftar.

II.

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Tho' his hands are fo daub'd, they're not fit to be seen, The hands of his betters are not very clean;

A palm more polite may as dirtily deal,

Gold in handling will stick to the fingers like meal. What if, when a pudding for dinner he lacks,

He cribs without fcruple from other mens facks;

In this of right noble example he brags,

Who borrow as freely from other mens bags.

III.

Or fhou'd he endeavour to heap an eftate,

In this too he mimicks the tools of the state, Whofe aim is alone their coffers to fill,

And all his concern's to bring grift to his mill; He eats when he's hungry, and drinks when he's dry, And down when he's weary contented does lie, Then rifes up chearful to work and to fing: If fo happy a miller, then who'd be a king?

Tamo

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