At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash, III. All day when we have wrought enough, At night when you fit down to fpin, IV. Syne when the trees are in their bloom, The Birks of INVERMAY, I. HE fmiling morn, the breathing fpring, ΤΗ And while they warble from the spray, Let us, Amanda, timely wife,. Like them, improve the hour that flies; 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 Our Our tafte of pleasure then is o'er, III. The laverocks now and lintwhite fing, IV. Behold the hills and vales around, V. Hark, how the waters as they fall, L HERO and LEANDER. An old BALLAD. Eander on the bay He leap'd into the fatal flood: The 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 ftormy winds, and angry main ! The lover's bliss, But fpare me as I go. III. Lo! yonder ftands the tower Which fets to watch her longing eyes.. The gods were mute; The billows answer, No: 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: 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, Not by Leander's fault, but fate. 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 To teach her weary'd arms to fwim, 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, O came you by yon water-fide, Or came you by yon meadow green? Ste 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. H 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. ; 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 |