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The American medical lexicon, on the plan of Quincy's Lexicon physico-medicum, with many retrenchments, additions, and improvements; comprising an explanation of the etymology and signification of the terms used in anatomy, physiology, surgery, materia medica, chemistry, and the practice of physic. online

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Clean hag-abagl'U spread upon his board.
And serve him w i' the best we can afford.
Good humour and white biggonets shall be
Guards to my face, to keep his love for me.

Jeuny, A dish of married love right soon grows
And dose MS down to nane, as fowk grow auld.

Feggy, But we'U grow auld together and ne'er fmd
The loss of youth, when love grows on Hie mind.
Bairns ami tlicir bairns mak sure a firmer tye,
'Ilian auglit in love tiie like of us ciin spy.
See yon twa elms that grow up side by side;
Suppose them some years syne bridegroom and bride;
Tv" oarer an?.! nearer iika year they've prest,
''i'iliwidc their sprciwling bitiiiches are increas'd,
An<l in their nkixture now are fully blest.
'I'iiis shields ih^ otlier fi-ae tlie castlin blast.
That ia rclurrs dfiends it frae the wast.
Sic as stand sisjgle, a state sae lik'd by you !
Beneath ilk storm fi*ae every airth maun bow.

Jenny, Tvcdone^ — I yield dear lassie, I maun yield;
Your better seiise has fairly won the field.
With the assistance of a little fae
Juiies dera'd within ray breast this many a day.



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SANG VT. ^Fune, JVanci/'s to the pcem waod gane^

I yield dear lassie, ye have won,

And there is nae denying.
That sure as light iiows frae the sun,

Frae love proceeds complying ;
For a' that ws can do or say,

'Gainst love, nae thinker heeds us,
They ken our hosoms lodge the fae.

That hy the heart-strings leads us.

Peggy. Alalie poor prisoner ! Jenny that's no fair,
Thatye'U no let the wee thing tak the air:
Haste, let him out, we'll tent as weel's we can,
Giff he be Bauldy's, or poor Roger's man.

Jenny, Anither time's as good — -for see the sua
Is right far up, and wer'e not yet begun
To freethe the graith ; if cankered Madge our aunt.
Come up the burn, shell gie's a wicked rant ;
But when we've done I'll tell ye a' my mind ;
For this seems true, — nae lass can be unkind.


ACT II Scene 1.


A snug thack house, before the door a green
Hens on the midding*, ducks in dabs are seen.
On this side stands a barn, on that a byre :
A peet stack joins, and forms a rural square.
The house is Glaud's ; there you may see him lean,
And to his divot seat invite his frien*.


Glaud. Good morrow, nibour Simon, come sit

And gie's your cracks, — ^Whats a' the news in town ?
They tell me ye was in the ither day.
And said your Ci^ummock and her bassen'd quey ;
I'll wrtrrant ye've coiY a pound o' cut and dry 5
Lug out your box, and gie^s a pipe to try.


Symon. Wi' a* my heart ; — and tent me now, auld
I've gathered news >vill kittle your licart wi' joy :
I cou'd na rest till I came o'er the burn,
To tell you things ha'e taken sic a turn ;
"Will gar our vile oppressors stend like ilaes.
And skulk in hidlinga on the hether braes.

Glaud, Fy blaw ! — ^Ah Symie ! rattling chiels ne'er
To cleck and spread the grossest lies aff hand ;
"Wliilk soon flies round like will-fire far and near :
But loose your poke, be*t true or fause let's hear.

Symon. Seeing's believing, Glaud, and I ha'e seen
Hab, that abroad has wi' our master been ;
Our brave good master, wha right wisely fled.
And left a fair estate to save liis head,
Because ye ken fu' weel he bi'avely chose.
To shine, or set in glory w i' Montrose.
Now Cromwell's gane to Nick ; and ane ca'd 3Ionk,
Has play'd the Rumple a right slee begunk ;
Restored King Charles, and ilka thing's in tune ;
And Ilabbie says, we'll see sir William soon.

SANG VJI. Tune, Cauld Kail in Merdeeu,

Cauld be the rebels' east.

Oppressors base and bloody,
1 liope we'll see them at the last.

Strung a' up in a woody.
Blest be he of worth and sense,

And ever high in station.
That bravely stands in the defence

Of conscience, king and nation.

Giaud, That makes me blythe indeed — ^but dinna
'flaw :
Tell o'er your news again ! and swear till't a'.
And saw ye Hab ! and what did Halbert say ?
They have been e'en a dreary time away.
Now God be thanked that our laird's come hame.
And his estate^ say can he citlily claim ?


Symon. They that hag-rid us till our guts (ikV\
grane, i

Like greedy bears, dare nae mair do't again, f

And good sir William sail enjoy liis ain. J

Glmid, And may he lang, for never did he stent
Us in our thriving ^\V a racket rent ;
Nor grumbled if ane grew rieh ; or shor'd to raise
Our mailens when we put on Sunday's cJaiths,

Symon. Nor wad he lang, wi' senseless saucy air,
Allow our lyart noddles to be bare ;
< Put on your bonnet Symon — tak a seat —

« How's a' at hame ? How's Elspa? How does

Kate ?
* How seUs black cattle ? — ^Whaf gie's woo this year,'
And sic like kindly questions wad he speer.

SANG Vni. Tune, Mucking of Geordifs hyre.

The laird, wha in riches and honour,

Wad thrive, should be kindly and free ;
Nor rack his poor tenants wha labour

To rise aboon poverty :
Else like the pack-horse, that's unfother'd

And burden'd, will tumble dawn faint ^
Thus virtue by hardship is smother'd.

And rackers aft tine their rent.

Glaud, Then wad he gar his butler bring bedeen.
The nappy bottle benn, and glasses clean,
Whilk in our breast raisM sic a blythesome flame.
As gart me mony a time gae dancing hame.
My heart's e'en rais'd ! — Dear nibour will ye stay.
And tak your dinner here wi' me the day.

Well send for Els^^a too and upo* sight,

I'll whistle Pate and Roger frae the height.
I'll yoke my sled and send to the neist town.
And bring a draught of ale baith stout and brown;
And gar our cottars a', man, wife and wean,
Dirink till they tine the gate to stand their lane.

Symon, I wadna bank my friend his blythe design^
Gif that it hadna first of a' been mine ;
For here-yestreen I brewM a bow o' maut.
Yestreen I slew twa wathers prime and fat.


A furlel o* good cakes my Elspa beuk.
And a large ham hangs rf^eslin in the neuk.
I saw myscl, or I caiuc o'er the loan,
Our meikle \)at that scads the wliey put on.

A mutton bouk to boil ; and ane \vc*ll roast;

And on the lia{^gies Elspa spares nae coast ;

Sma are the sliorn ; and she can mix IV nice.

The gusty i'^'ans wV a curn o' spice ;

Fat are t!ie puddings, — heads and ieet we'll 8ung ;

And we've invited nibours, auld and young,

To pass this afternoon w i* glee and game,

And drink our Master's health and welcome hame.

Ye mauna then refuse to join the rest.

Since ye're my nearest friend that I like best :

Bring wi' you a' your family, and then.

Whene'er you please I'll rant w? you again.

Gland, Spoke like ye'r S'.d, auld birky, never fear,
But at your banquet I shall first appear ;
Faith, we shall bend the bicker, and look bauld,
' rill we forget that we are fail'd and auld.
Auld, said 1 ! Troth I'm younger be a score,
Wi' your good news, than what I was before.
I'll dance or e'en ! hey Pvladgc, come forth d'ye hear ?

Enter ]\Iadge.

Madge, The man's gane gyte ! — ^Dear Symon, wel-
come here :
What wad ye Gland, wi' a' this haste and din !
Ye never let a body sit to spin,

Glaud. Spin ! Snuif -Gae break your wheel, and

bum your tow.
And set the meiklest peet-stack in a low :
Syne dance about the bane fire till ye die.
Since now again we'll soon sir William see.
Madge. Blyth news indeed ! — ^And wha was't tald

you o't?
Gland. What's that to you? — g*ac get my Sunday's
coat ;
Wale out the whitest o* my bobit bands.
My white sidn hose, and mittans for my hands ;
Then frae their washing ci^' the bairns in haste,


And mak ye'r sels as tri^g^, head, feet and waist.
As ye wi^re a' to get young lads or e'en ;
For we're gawn o'er to dine wi' Sym, bedeen.

Symon. Do, honest Madge— — and. Gland, I'll o'er
the gate.
And see that a' be done as I would hae't. [Exeunt,



The open field. A cottage in a glen.

An aulcl wife spinning at the sunny en*.

At a small distance, by a blasted tree,

Wi' faulded arms, and haff-rais'd looks ye see,

BxVULDY his lane.

JBauldy, What's this ! 1 canna bear't ! 'Tif

war tlian hell
To be sae burnt wi' love, yet darna tell :

Peggy, sweeter than the dawning day.
Sweeter than gowany glens or new inawn hay
Blyther than lambs that frisk out o'er the knows,
Straughter than auglit that in the forest grows.
Her eeu the clearest blob of dew outshines ;
The lily in her breast its beauty tines ;

Her legs, her arms, her cheeks, her mouth, hereea.

Will be my dead tliat will be shoi tly seen \

For Pate Iocs her ! waes me ! and she loes Pate ;

And I wi' jS'eps, by some unlucky fate>

Made a daft vow ! — O ! J)ut ane l>e a beast.

That maks rash aiths, 'till he's afore the priest.

1 dai'oa speak my mind, else a' the three,
But doubt, wad prove ilk ane my enemy.
*Tis sair to thole — PU try some witchcraft art.
To break wi' ane and win the other^s heart.
Here IVIausy lives, a witch that for sma' price,
(van cast her cantraips, and gi'e me advice 5
She can o'ercast the night, and cloud tlie moon.
And mak the deils obedient to lier crune.

At midnight hours, o'er the kirk-yaril she raves.
And howksunchiisten'd weans onto' their graves 5


Boils up their livers in a warlock's pow.
Bins withersbins about the hemlock low,
And seven times does her prayers bnckward saj,
'1111 Plotcock comes wi' lumps o' Lapland clay,
Mixt wi' the venom o' black taids and snakes.
Of this, unsonsy pictures aft she makes,

Of ony ane she hates ', and gars expire

Wi' slaw and racking pains afore a fire;

Stuck fu' o' prins : the de\ilish pictures melt.

The pain, by foAvk they represent, is felt.

And yonder's Mause ; ay, ay, she kens fu' weel.

When ane like me comes rinning to the de'il ;

She and her cat sit becking in her yard.

To speak my errand, faith amaist I'm feard :

But I niaundo't, though I should never thrive ;

'I'hey gallop fast that de'ils and lasses drive. . [ExiU



A green kail yard, a little fount.

Where water poplin springs ;
There sits a wife wi' wrinkled front.

And yet she spins and sings.

SANG IX. Tune, Carle and the king come,

Clause, PEGGY now the king's come,

Peggy now the king's come.
Thou may dance, and I slrall sing

Peggy since the king's come.
Nae mair the hawkies shall thou milk.

But change thy plaiding coal for silk.
And be a lady of Aat ilk.

Now Peggy since the king's come.

Enter Bauldt.

Banldy, How does auld honest lucky o' the glen.
Ye look baith hale and feir at threescore ten.

Mause. E'en twining out a thread wi' little din.
And becking cauld my limbs afore the sin.
^Vhat brings my bairn this gate sae air at mom ?
Is tliere nae muck to lead ?— to thresh, nae corn ?


Baiildy. Enough of baitli — ^but sometliing that re-
Your helping hand, employs now a' my cares.

Mause. My helping hand, alake ! what can I do,
Tliat underneath baith eild and poortith bow ?

Bauldy. Ay, but ye're wise and wiser far than we.
Or maist part o' the parish tells a lie.

Mause, O' what kind wisdom think ye I'm possest.
That lii'ts my character aboon the rest ?

Bauldy. The word that gangs liow ye're sae wise
and fell,
Ye'll may be tak it ill gif I sliou'd tell.

Mause. What fouk say of me, Bauldy, let me hear.
Keep naething up, ye naething hae to fear.

Bauldy, Well, since ye bid me, I shall tell ye a'
That ilk ane talks about you, but a flaAV :
W^hen last the wind made Glaud a roofless barn.
When last the burn bore down my mithers' yarn;
When Brawny elf-sliot never mair came lia?iie ;
When Tibby kirn'd and tliere nae butter came ;
When Bessy Freetock's ehuffy clieeked wean.
To a fairy turn'd, and coud'oa stan its lane ;
When ^^'attie wander'd ae night through the shaw.
And tint liimsel amaistamang'the snaw;
WhenMungo's mare stood still and swat vvi' friglit,
WTien he brought east the howdy under night ,
"Wlien Bawsy shot to dead upon the green ;
And Sara tint a snood was nae mair seen;
You lucky, gat the wyte of a' fell out,
And ilk a ane here dreads you roimd about :
And sae they may that mean to do ye skaith ;
For me to wrang ye, I'll be very laith ;
But when I neist mak grotts, I'll strive to please
You wi' a furlet o' them mixt wi' pease.

Mause. I thank ye lad, — now tell me your demand.
And if I can, I'll lend my helping liand,

Bauldy. Then I like Peggy — Neps is fond o' me"
Peggy likes Pate — and Patie's bauld and slee.
And loes's sweet Meg. — But Neps I downa see-
Cou'd ye turn Patie's love to Neps and then,
Peggy's to me, — I'd be the happiest man.


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Manse. I'll try my art to gar the bowls row right ;
Sae gang your ways and come again at night :
^Gainst that time I'll some simple things pi'epare,
AVorth a' your pease and grotts, tak ye nae care.

Bauldy. Wiel Mause, I'll come, gif I the road can
find ;
T5nt if ye raise the de'il, he'll raise the wind :
Syne rain and thunder, may be wlien 'tis late,
^\ ill mak the night sae mirk, I'll tine the gate.
AVe're a' to rant in Symie's at a feast,
i) ! will yc come like badrans, for a jest ;
And there ye can our diffrent 'haviours spy :
There's nane sliall ken o't there but you and !•

Manse, 'Tislike I may — ^but let na on what's past
•'Twccn you and me, else fear a kittle cast.

Bauldy. If I ought of your secrets e'er advance.
May ye ride on me ilka night to France.

[Exit Banldy.

IWAUSE her lane.

Hard luck, alake ! v/lien poverty and eild,
^Veeds out o' fashion, and a lanely biekl,
Wi' a sma' cast o' wiles, should in a twitch,
Gi'e ane the hatefu' name, a ivrmkltd witch.
This fool imagines as do mony sic.
That I'm a wretch in compact wi' Auld Nick^
Because by education I was taught
To speak and act aboon their common tliought :
I'heir gross j^i stake shall quickly now appear;
Soon sliall ini|l^ken what brought, what keeps me

here :
Nane kens but me; — and if the morn were come,
I'll teli them tales will gar them a' sing dumb.





Behind a tree upon tlie plain.

Pate and his Peggy meet.
In love witliout a vicious staue.
The bonny lass and chearfu' swain

Change vows and kisses sweet.


Vcggy* O Pat IE let me gang, I maun a stay ;
We're baiili cry'd Jianie, and Jco^y she's Jiway.

Falie, Vm laiOi to part sae soon ; now we're alanr.
And Roger lie's away wi' Jenny gans ;
They're as coutenl, for aught I hear or see^
To be alane themselves, I judge, as we.
Here, where primroses thickest paiiit the greeiij
Hard by this little biirnie let us lean :
liark how the lav'rocks chant aboon our heads,
How saft the w^estlin winds saugh through the reeds.

Feggy. The stented meadows — thirds — und healthy
For aught I ken, may mair than Peggy please,

Fatie. Ye wrang me sair to doubt my being kind ;
In speaking sae ye ca' me dull and blind.
Gif I cou'd fancy aught's sae sweet or fair
As my dear Tifeg, or worthy of my care.
Thy breath is sweeter than the sweetest brier,
Thy cheek and breast the finest ilow'rs a]>pear :
Thy words excel ti^e maist delightfu' notes,
That warble thvo* the merle or mavis' thioats ;
Wi* thee I tent nae flow'rs that busk the held.
Or ripest berries tliat our mountains yield :
The sweetest fruits that hing upon the tree.
Are far inferior to a kiss of tliee.

Feggy, Eut Patrick for some wicked end may
And lambs shouM tremble when the foxes preach.
I darena stay; — ^ye joker let me gang ; "J

Anither lass may gar ye change your sang ; V

Your thoughts may flit, and I may thole the wrang. J


Patie, Sooner a mother shall her fondness drap^
And wrang the bairn sits smiling on her lap :
The sun shall change, the moon to change shall

Tlie gaits to dim — tlie sheep to yield the fleece,
Kre ought by me be either said or done.
Shall skaith our love, I swear by a' aboon.

Pagpj* Then keep your aith — But mony lads will
And be mansworn to twa in half a year;
Now I believe ye like me wonder wiel ;
But if a fairer face your heart shou'd steal.
Your Meg forsaken, bootless might relate,
flow she was dawted anes by faithless Pate.

Palie, I'm sure I canna change, ye needna fear,
Tho' we're but young, I've loo'd you mony a year :
1 [nind it wiel, when thou couldst hardly gang.
Op lisp out words, I chus'd ye frae the thi^ng
Ui a' the bairns, and led thee by the hand.
Aft to the tansy know or rasliy strand;
Thou smiling by my side — I took delight
To pou the rashes green, >vi' roots sae wliite.
Of which, as v/icl as my young fancy cou'd,
WiV thee I plet the flow'ry belt and snood.

Feggy. When first thou gade wi* shepherds to the
And I to milk the ew es first try'd my skill,
'Vo bear the Icglcn was nae toil to me,
When at the bught at ev'n T met wi' thee.

Patie, When corns gi'ew yellow, and the hether-
Bloom'd bonny on the muir and rising fells,
Nae birns, or briers, or whins e'er troubled me,
Gil' I cou'd find blae berries ripe for thee.

Peggy. When tliou didst wrestle, run, or putt the
And wan the day, my heart w as flightering fain :
At a' these sports thou still gave joy to me ;
I'or nane can wrestle, run, or putt wi' thee.

Patie. Jenny sings saft the Broom of Cowden-
knows n


And Rosie lilts the Milking of the ews ;
Tliere^s nane, like Nancy, Jennn J^etties sings j
At turns in Maggy Lauder Marion dings :
But when my Peggy sings wi' sweeter skill.
The Boatmaiif or the Lass of Patie*s mill,
It is a thousand times mair sweet to me ;
Tho' they sing wiel, they canna sing like thee.

Peggy, How eitli can lasses trow what they desire !
An€l roos'd by them we love, blaws up that fire :
But wha loves best, let time and carriage try ;
Be constant, and my love shall time defy.
Be still as now, and a' my care shall be.
How to contrive what pleasant is for thee.

The foregoing, imth a small variation, was sung at
the acting as follows.

SANG X. Tune, TJie rellow-hair'd laddie,

Wlien first my dear laddie gade to the green hill.
And I at ew-milking first sey'd my young skill.
To bear the milk bowie nae pain was to me.
When I at the bughting forgather'd wi' thee.


When eoTn riggs wav'd yellow, and blue hether-bells
Bloom'd bonny on muirland and sweet rising fells,
Nae birns, briers, or breekens ga'e trouble to me.
If I found the berries right ripened for thee.

When thou ran, or Avrestled, or putted the stane.
And came aff the victor, my heart was ay fain ;
Thy ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me ;
For nane can putt, wrestle, or run swift as thee.


Our Jenny sings saftly the Cowden-hroom-linoivs,
And Rosie lilts sweetly the Milking the ews ;
TJiere's few Jenny ^""ettles like Nancy can sing ;
At T/iro' the woody laddie, Bess gars our lugs ring.

c 2


But when my dear Pcj»gy sings wi' better skill,
The Boatman^ Tweedside, or the Lass of the Millf
''Vis mony times sweeter and pleasing to nie ;
For tho* they sing nicely, they cannot like thee.

How easy can lasses trow what they desire ?
And praises sae kindly increases love's fire:
Gi'e Die still this pleasure, my study shall be.
To make mysel better and sweeter for thee.

Patico Wert thou a giglet gawky like the lave,
Tiiat little better than our nout behave.
At nausrht they'll ferly; senseless tales believe.
Be blytlie for silly heights, for trifles grieve —
Bic ne'er eou'd win my heart, that kenna how
Either to keep a prize, or yet prove true :
But thou in better sense witliout a flaw.
As in thy beauty, far excels them a'.
Continue kind, and a' my care shall be,
How to contrive what pleasing is for thee.

Peggy, Agreed 5— »but hearken, yon's auld aunty's
I ken they'll wonder what can mak us stay.

Patie, And let them ferly — Now a kindly Idss,
Or five- score good anes wadna be amiss ;
And syne we'll sing the saijg wi' tunefu' glee.
That I made up last owk on you and me.

Peggif, Sing first, syne claim your hire —

Paiie, ^ Wiel, I agree.

SANG XI. To its ane tune.

By ilic delicious warmness of thy mouth.
And rowing eyes, that smiling tell the trutii,
I guess, my lassie, that as wiel as I,
You're made for love, and why should ye deny ?

But ken ye, lad, gif we confess o'er soon,
Ye tliink us cheap, and syne the wooing's done :
"^^rhe maiden that o'er quickly tines her pow'r,
liike unripe fruit, will taste but hard and sour.


But gin they liing o'er lang upon the tree.
Their sweetness they may tine ; and sae may ye.
Red-cheeked ye completely ripe appear.
And I have thoPd and woo'd a lang half year.

Feggy singing, falls into Patie- s arms.
Then dimia pou me, gently thus I fa*
Into my Patie' s arms, for good and a' ;
But stint your wishes to this kind embi^ace.
And mint nae farer till we've got the grace.

Patie, with his left hand about her waist,

O charming armfu' ! hence ye cares away,
I'll kiss my treasure a' the live-lang dayi
A' night I'll dream my kisses o'er again,
Till that day come that ye'll be a' my ain.

Sung hy both.

Sun, gallop down the westlin skies.
Gang soon to bed, and quickly rise ;
O lash your steeds, post time away.
And haste about our bridal day ;
And if ye're weary *d, honest light.
Sleep, gin ye like, a week that niglit.




Ko\r turn your eyes beyond yon spreading* lime.
An tent a man whose beai'd seems bleach'd wi' time
An elwand fills his hand, his habit mean,
"NTae doubt ye'll think he has a pedlar been.
But whisht ! it is tlie Knight in masquerade.
That comes hid in this cloud to see his lad.
Observe how pleas'd the loyal sufferer moves
Thro' his auld av*nues, anes delightfu' groves.

Sir WILLIAM, Solus.

THE gentleman, thus hid in low disguise,

I'll for a space, unknown, delight mine eyes

"With a full view of ev'ry fertile plain,

\Vhich once I loslr— .which now are mine again.

Yet, 'midst my joy, some prospects pain renew.

Whilst I my once fair seat in ruins view.

Yonder ! ah me, it desolately stands.

Without a roof, the gates faU'n from their hands ;

The casements all hroke down, no chimney left.

The naked walls of tap'stry all bereft.

My stables and pavilions, broken walls !

That with each rainy blast decaying falls :

IMy gardens once adorn'd the most complete.

With all that nature, all that art makes sweet ;

Where round the figur*d green and pebble walks,

The dewy Aowt's hung nodding on their stalks ;

But overgrown with nettles, docks, and brier,

'No jaccacinths or eglantines appear.

How do those ample walls to ruin yield.

Where peach and nect'rine branches found a bield.

And bask'd in rays, which early did produce

Fruit fair to view, delightful in the use ;

All round in gaps, the walls in ruin lie.

And from wliat stands the witlier'd branches fly.

These soon shall be repair'd ; — and now my joy

Forbids all grief — when I'm to see my boy,

]V1y only pi'op and object of my cai'e.

Since heav'n too soon call'd home his mother fair :


Him, ere the rays of reason clear'd his thought,

1 secretly to faithful Syniori brought.

And chargM him strictly to co5iceal his birth.

Till we shou'd see what cliaiigiiig time brought forth.

Hid from himself he starts up by the dawn.

And ranges careless o*er the height and lawn.

After liis lieecy charge serenely gay,

With other shepherds whistling o*er the day.

Thrice happy life ! that's from ambition free,

Remov'd from crowns and courts, how cheerfully

A cairn contented mortal spends his time

In hearty health, his soul unstain'd with crime.

Or sung as follows.

SANG Xn. Tune, Happy Clown.

Hid from himself, now hy the dawn
He starts as fresh as roses blawn,
And ranges o'er the heights and lawn^
After his Meeting flocks.

Healthful and innocently gay.
He chants and whistles out the day |
Untaught to smile, and then betray.
Like courtly weather-cocks.

Life happy from ambition free.
Envy and vile hj'pocrisy,
Wlien truth and love with joy agree,
UnsuUy'd with a crime :

UnmovM with what disturbs the great.
In propping of their pride and state,
He lives, and unafraid of fate.
Contented spends his time.

Now tow'rds good Symon's house Til bend my way,
And see what makes yon gamboling to-day ;
All on the green, in a fair wanton Ting,
My youthful tenants gaily dance and sing.

[Ecdt Sir William,



Tis Symon*s house, please to step in.

And visy*t round and round ;
There's nought super fl'ous to give pain.

Or costly to be found.
Yet all is clean ; a clear peal ingle

Glances amidst the floor :
The green horn spoons , beech laggles min^lt

On skelfs forgainst the door.
While the young brood sport on the green.

The auld anes think it best,

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