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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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a hkeding nose.

Madge, 'lis dafter like to thole

All ethcr-eap like liiiu to blaw the coal.
It sets liim wiel, wi' vile iniscrapit tongue,
To cast up whether I be auld or young ;
They're aulder yet than I ha*c married been.
And, ov they died, their bairns' bairns hae seen.
Mause, That's true ; and, Bauldy, ye was far to"^
blame, |

To ca' Madge ought but her ain ehristen'd name. ^
Bauldy. My lugs, my nose, and noddle find the I
same. J

JIadge. Auld Roudes ! filthy fallow, I sliall auld \e.
Mause. Howt, no ; — ye'U e'en be friends wi' hon-
est Bauldy.
Come, come, sliake hands ; this maun nae farder gae ;
Ye maun forgi'e 'm ; I sec the lad looks m ae.

Bauldy. In troth now, Mause, I hae at Madge nae
spite ;
For she abusing first was a' the ^yyte
Of what lias happen'd, ami should therefore crave
My pardon first, and shall ae quittance have.

Madge. I crave your pardon ! Gallo\vs face gae
And own your faut till her that ye wad elieat ;
Gae, or be blasted in your health and gear,
'Till ye learn to perform as wiel as swear.
Tow, and lowT) back ! — vrns e'er the like heard tell ?
Swith, tak him de'il^ he's o'er lang out of hell.
Bauldy. [running off.] His presence be about us !
Curst were he
That were condemn'd for life to live wi' thee.

[Exit Bajildy.
Madge, [laughing.] I think I've towzl'd his ha-
rigalds a wee ;
He'll no soon gTein to tell his love to me.
He's but a rascal, that would mint to serve
A lassie sae, lie does but ill deserve.

Mause. Ye towin'd him tightly— ^I commend ve
for't ,•


His bleeding snout ga*e me nae little sport :
For this forenoon lie had that scant of grace.
And breeding baitli — ^to tell me to my face,
He hop'd I was a witch and wadiia stand
To lend him in this ease my helping liand.

Madge, A witch ! how had ye patience this lo
And leave him een to see, or lugs to hear.

Mause, Auld wither'd hands, and feeble joints lik«
Obliges fouk resentment to decline,
'Till aft 'tis seeo, when vigour fails, then we
Wi' cunning can the lack of pith supply :
Thus I pat aif revenge 'till it was dark.
Syne bade him come, and we should gang to wark :
I'm sure he'll keep his tryst ,* and I came here
To seek your help, that we tJie fool may fear.

Madge. And special sport we'll ha'e, as I pro-
test :
Ye'll be the witch, and I shall play tlie ghaist.
A linen sheet wound round me like ane dead,
I'll eawk my face, and grane, and shake ray head :
We'll fleg him sae, he'll mint nae mair to gang
A conjuring to do a lassie wrang.

Mause. Then let us gae ; for see, 'tis hard on
The westlin clouds shine red wi' setting light,





When birds begin lo nod upon the boug-h.

And the green swaird grows damp wi' falling dew,

Wliile good Sir William is to rest retir'd.

The Gentle Shepherd, tenderly inspired,

Walks tliro' the br-oom wi' Roger, ever leel,

To meet, to comfort Meg, and tak' farewiel.


Roger, Y/ow ! but Pm cadgie, and my heart lowps
liglit :
O, Itlr. Patrick ! ay your thouglits were right ;
Sure gentle fouk are farer seen than we,
That Kaething hae to brag of pedigree.
My Jenny now, Avha brak my heart this mom.
Is perfect yielding — sweet — and nae mair seorn :
I s]>ake my mind — she heard — I spake again —
She smil'd — I kiss*d — I wooM, nor woo'd in vain.

ratie, I'm glad to hear't — But O ! my change thip
Heaves up my joy, and yet I'm sometimes wae.
I've iound a father, gently kind as brave.
And an estate that lifts me 'boon4he lave.
■\\i' looks a' kindness, Avords that love confest.
He a' the father to my soul exprcst,
AVhile close he held me to his manly breast.
Such were the eyes, he said, thus sniilM the mouth
Of thy lov'd mother, blessing of my youth !
"Wlio set too soon ! and while he praise ])estow'd,
Adown his gracefu' cheeks a torrent tlow'd.
My new-born joys, and this his tender tale.
Did, mingled thus, o'er a' my thoughts prevail :
That speechless lang, my late kend sire I view'd.
While gushing tears my panting breast bedew'd.
Unusual ti*ansports made my head turn round,
"Whilst I myself wi' rising raptures found.
The happy son of ane sae much renown'd.
But he has heard ! — Too faithful Svmon's fear




Has brouglit my love for Peggy to his ear.
Which he forbids; — ^ah! this confounds my peace,
Wliile tlms to beat, my heart shall sooner cease.

Moger, How to advise ye, troth I'm at a stand :
But wer*t my case, ye'd clear it up aft' hand ?

Paiie, Duty, and hailen reason plead his cause ;
But wliat cares love, for reason, rules and laws ?
Still in my heart my shepherdess excels.
And part of my new happiness repels.

Or Sling as follows.
SANG XYI. Tune, Kirk wad let be.

Duty and part of reason.

Plead strong on the parent's side.

Which love so superior calls treason
The strongest must be obeyM ;

For now, tlio' I'm ane of the gentry.
My constancy falsehood repels ;

For change in my heart has no entry.
Still there my dear Peggy excels.

. Eager. Enjoy them baith — Sir William will be
won :
Your Peggy's bonny — you're his only son.

Patfe. She's mine by vows, and stronger ties of
And frae these bands nae change my mind shall move.
I'll wed nane else, thro' life I will be true;
But stiU obedience is a pjy^ent's due.

Roger. Is not our master and yoursell to stay
Amang us here — or are ye gawn away
To London court, or ither far aff parts.
To leave your ain poor us wi' broken hearts ?
Patie. To Edinburgh straight to-morrow we ad-"^
vance, I

To London neist, and afterwards to France, j

Where I must stay some years and fearn to dance, J
And twa three other monkey tricks :— That done,
I come hame strutting in my red-heel'd shoon.
Then 'tis design'd when I can wiel behave.
That I maun foe some petted thing's dull slave,

E 2


Kor some few bags of cash, that, I wat wiel,
1 Hue majr need nor carts ilo a third wlieel :
But PejOjfJjy, dearer to me than my breath.
Sooner than hear sic news shall hear my death.

Roger, llieij wha ha-e just enough can soundly

The overcome only fashes fouk to keep

Good Master Patrick, tak' your ane tale hame. '^

Patie. What was my morning thought, at night's !
the same ; j

The poor and rich but differ in the name. J

Content's the greatest bliss we can procure
Frae 'boon the lift — without it kings are poor.

Roger, But an estate like your's yields bra' con-
When we but pick it scantly on the bent :
Fine claiths, saft beds, sweet houses, and red wine.
Good cheer and witty friends, whene'er you dine^
Obeysant servants, honour, wealth and ease,
Wha's no content wi' these are ill to please.

Patie. Sae Roger thinks, and thinks not far amisq.
But mony a cloud hings hovering o'er the bliss :
The passions rule the roast — and if they're sour,
liike tlie lean ky will soon the fat devour :
The spleen, tint honour, and affronted pride,
Stang like the sharpest goads in gentry's side.
The gouts and gravels, and tlie ill disease.
Are frequentest wi' fouk o'erlaid wi' ease :
While o'er the muir the shepherd wi' less care.
Enjoys his sober wish, and haiesome air.

Roger. Lord man ! I wonder ay, and it delights
My heart, whene'er I hearken to your flights ;
How gat ye a' that sense, I fain wad lear.
That I may easier disappointments bear ?

Patie. Frae books, the ^ale o' books, I gat some
These best can teach what's real gowl and ill :
^e*er grudge ilk year to \vcar some stanes of cheese,
To gain tliese silent friends that ever please.

Roger. I'll do't, and ye shall tell me which to buy :
Faith I'sc ha'e books tho' 1 should sell my ky :



But now let's liear how you're designVl to more
Between Sir William's will, and Peggy's love.
Fatk, Then here it lies — his will maun be ^
obey'd, I


My vows I'll keep, and slie shall be my bride ,•
But I some time this last design maun hide. J

Keep you the secret close, and leave me here ;
1 sent for Peggy, Yonder comes my dear.

Roger. Pleas d that ye trust me wi' the secret I,
To wyle it frae me, a' the diels defy. [Ex^it Roger.

Patie, [solas.] Wi* what a struggle must I now
My father's will to lier that liads my heart ;
I ken she loves, and her saft saul will sink.
While it stands trembling on the hated brink
Of disappointment — Heav'n support my fair.
And let her comiort claim your tender care :
Her eyes are red !

Enter PEGGY.

-My Peggy why in tears

Smile as ye wont, allow nae room for fears :
Tho' I'm nae mair a shepherd, yet I'm tliine.

Feggy. I dare not think sae liigli — I now rejxiiie
At the unhappy chance, that made not me
A gentle match, or still a herd kept thee.
Wha can withoutten pain see frjie the coast
Tiie ship that bears his ail like to be lost ?
Like to be carried hy some rever's hand,
Far fi-ae his wishes to some distant land.

Paiie. Ne'er quarrel fate, whilst it wi' me remains
To raise thee up, or still attend these plains.
My father has forbid our loves, I own ;
But love's superior to a parent's frown ;
I falsehood hate ; come kiss thy cares away :
I ken to love as wiel as to obey.
Sir William's generous ; leave the task to me
To make strict duty and true love agree.

Peggy, Speak on ! tpeak ever thus, and still tny
But short I dare to hope the fond relief.


New thoughts a gentler face will soon inspire,
Tliat wi' nice air swims round in silk attire ;
Then I ! poor me ! — wi' sighs may ban my fate,
Wlien tlie young laird's nae mair my heartsomc

Nae mair again to hear sweet tales exprest,
By the blyth sheplierd that excelPd the rest :
Nae mair be envied by the tattling gang,
When Patie kiss'd me when I danc'd or sang ;
Nae mair, alake ! we'll on the meadow play,
And rin half breatliless round the rucks of hay.
As aftimes I ha'e fled from thee right fain.
And fawn on purpose that I miglit be tane :
Nae mair around the foggy know I'll creep.
To watch and stare upon thee while asleep.
But hear my vow — 't^vill help to gi'e me ease ;
May sudden death or deadly sair disease,
And warst of ills attend my w retelied life.
If e'er to ane but you I be a wife !

Or sung as follows.

SANG XVIL Tune, Wae^s mij heart that ive
should sunder.

Speak on, speak thus, and still my grief.

Hold up a heart that's sinking under
Tliese fears, that soon will want relief,

When Pate must from his Peggy sunder.
A gentler face and silk attire,

A lady rich in beauty's blossom,
Alake, poor me ! will now conspire,

To steal thee from thy Peggy's bosom.

No more the shepherd who excelPd

The rest, whose wit made them to wonder.
Shall now liis Peggy's praises tell;

Ah ! I can die, but never sunder.
Ye meadows where we often stray'd.

Ye banks where we were want to Avander ;
Sweet scented rucks round which we play'd,

You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder.


Again, all ! shall I never creep

Around the know with silent duty.
Kindly to watch thee while asleep.

And wonder at thy manly beauty ?
Ht^ar, Heav'n, while solemnly I vow,

Thi/ thou shoiild'st prove a wand'ring lover,
Thro* life to thee I shall prove true.

Nor be a wife to any other.

Patlc, Sure, Heaven approves — and be assured of
I'll neVr gan^ back o' what I've sworn to thee :
And tiirie, tho' time may interpose a while,
And 1 maun leave my Peggy and this isle,
Yet time, nor distanee, nor the fairest face.
If there's a fairer, e'er shall fill thy place.
I'd hate my rising fortune should it move
The fair foundation of our faithfu' love.
If at my feet were crowns and sceptres laid.
To bribe my soul frae thee, delightfu' maid,
^'or thee I'd soon leave these inferior things
To sic as hae the patience to be kings.
Wherefore that tear ; believe and calm thy mind.

Fe^gij, I greet for joy, to hear thy words sae kind ;
"When hopes were sunk, and nought but mirk des-
Made me think life was little worth my care :
My heart was like to burst ; but now I see
Thy gen'rous thou.^hts will save thy love for me :
Wi' patience then 1*11 wait each wheeling year,
Hope time away, till thou wi' joy appear ;
And all tlie while FU study gentler charms
To make me fitter for my traveler's arms
I'll gain on uncle Glaud — he's far frae fool,
And^ will not grudge to put me thro' ilk school.
Where I may manners learn

SANG XYIIl. Tune, Ttveed-side.

When hope was quite s\mk in despair.

My heart it was going to break ;
My life appeav'd worthless my care.

But now I will sav*t for thy sake.


Where'er my love travels by day,

Wherever he lodges by night,
WV me his dear image shall stay.

And my soul keep him ever in sight.

\Vi' patience I'll wait the lang year.

And study the gentlest charms ;
Hope time away till thou appear,

To lock thee for ay in these arms.
Whilst thou wast a shepherd, I priz'd

No higher degree in this life ;
But now I'll endeavour to lise

To a height that's becoming thy wife |

I or beauty that's only skin deep,

^lust fade like the gow ans in May,
But inw ardly rooted, will keep

For ever, without a decay.
Nor age, nor the changes of life.

Can qnench the fair iire of love.
If virtue's ingrainM in the mie.

And the husband ha'e sense to approve,

Patie, That's wisely said.

And what he Avares that way shall be well paid.

Tlio' without a' the little helps of art,

Tliy native sweets might gain a prince's heart 5

Yet now, lest in our station we offend.

We must learn modes to innocence uakend 5

Affect at times to like tlie thing we hate.

And drap serenity to keep up slate ;

Laugh when we're sad, speak when we've nought

to say.
And, for the fashion, when w e're blyth seem wae ;
Vaj compliments to them we aft ha'e scorn'd.
Then scandalize them when their backs are turn'd.

Peggy, If this is gentry, 1 liad rather be
What I am still — ^but I'll be ought wi' thee.

Patie. Na, na, my Peggy, I but only jest
WT gentry's apes : for still amangst the best.
Good manners gi'e integrity a bleeze.
When native virtues join the arts to please.


Peggy, Since ^vi' nae bazzanl and sae sma* ex-
My lad frae books can gather siccan sense
I'hen why, ah ! why should the tempestuous sea
Endanger thy dear life and frighten me?
Sir William's cruel, that wad force his son.
For watna-Avhats sae great a risk to run.

Patie. There is nae douht but travelling does im-
prove ;
Yet I wou'd shun it for thy sake, my love :
But soon as I've shook off my landwart cast
In foreign cities, hame to thee I'll haste.

Peggy, Wi' every setting day, and rising morn,
I'll kneel to Heav'n and ask thy safe return.
Under that tree, and on the sueklerbrae,
"Where aft we wont, wJien bairns, to rin and play ;
And to the hissel-shaw, where first ye vow'd
Ye wad be mine and I as eitlily trow'd,
I'll aften gang and tell the trees and flow'rs
W i' joy, that they'll bear witness I am your's.

Or sung as follows,
SANG XIX. Tune, Bush ahoon Traquair,

At setting day and rising morn,

Wi' soul tliat still shall Ioyq 'hce,
I'll ask of Meav'n thy safe return,

IrYi' a' that can improve thee.
I'll visit aft the liirkin bush,

Wbere first thou kindly tald me
Sweet tales of love, and hid ray blusli.

Whilst round thou didst enfold mc.

To a' your liaunts I will repair.

By greenwood shaw or fountain ;
Or where the simmer day I'd share

Wi* thee upon yon momi tain.
Tliere will I tell the trees and iiow'rs

From thougiits unfeian'd and tender.
By vov^^s you're mine, "by love is your's,

A heart wliich cannot wander.


Tatie, My dear, allow me frae thy temples fair
Jk shining ringlet of thy tlomng hair,
"Wliich, as a sample of each lovely charm,
I'll aften kiss, and wear ahoiit my arm.

Pegpj. Wer't In my pow'r wi' better boons t#
I'd gie the best I could wi' the same ease ;
Kor wad 1, if thy luck had fallen to me,
Bt^en in ae jot less generous to thee.

Patie. I doubt it not ; but since we've little time.
To ware't on words wad border on a crime,
Loves safter meaning better is exprest,
Wien 'tis wi' kisses on the heart imprest.




SiBC bow poor Bauldy stares like ane posjest.
And roars up Symon frae his kindly rest,
Bare-leg^d, wi' night cap, and unbutton'd coat.
See the Jiuld man comes forward to the sot.


Symon. WHAT want ye, Bauldy, at this early
Mliile drowsy sleep keeps a' beneath its pow'r ?
Far to the north the scant approaching light
Stands equal twixt the morning and the night.
What gars ye shake, and glowr, and look sae wan?
Your teeth they chitter, hair like bristles staii*.

Bauldy, O len me soon some water, milk or ale.
My head's grow n giddy— legs wi' shaking fail :
I'll ne'er dare venture forth at night my lane ;
Alake ! I'll never be mysell again,
ril ne'er o'erput it ! Symon ! O Symon ! O !

[Symon gives him a drink.

Symon. Wliat ails thee, gowk ! to mat* so loud



You've wak'd Sir William, he has left his bed ;
He comes, I fear, ill pleas'd ; I hear his tred.

Enter Sir WILLIAM.

Sir William, How gaes the night ? does day-light
yet appear ?
Symon, you're very timeously asteer.

Symon, I'm sorry. Sir, that we've disturh'd your"^

rest, *

But some strange thing has Bauldy's sp'rit opprest, [

He's seen some witch or wrestled wi' a ghaist. J

Bauldy. O ay,— dear Sir, in troth 'tis very true.
And I am come to mak* my plaint to you.

Sir William [smiling,'] I lang to hear't-

Baulily, Ah ! Sir, the witch ca'd Mause,

That wins aboon the mill aniang the haws.
First promis'd that she'd help me wi' her art.
To gain a bonny thrawai-t lassie's heart :
As she had trvsted, I met wi'er this night.
But may nae friend of mine get sic a fi ' hi !
Ir'or the curst hag, instead of doing me !,
(The very tliought o't's like to freeze 'l.j oiood !)
Rais'd up a ghaist or de'il, I kenna whilkj
Like a dead corse in sheet as white as milk;
Black hands it had, and fa<'e as wan as death,
Lpon me fast the witcli and it fell baith.
And gat me down ; while I like a great fool,
Was laboured as I wont to be at scliool.
My heart out of its liool was like to loup,
I pitldess grew wi' fear, and had nae hope.
Till, wi' an eMtch laugh, they vaiiish'd quite :
Syne I, half dead wi' anger, fear, and spite.
Crap up, and fled straught frae them, sir, to you.
Hoping your help to gi'e the de'il his due.
I'm sure my heart will near gi'e o'er to dunt.
Till in a fat tar barrel Mause be brunt.

Sir William. Wiel, Bauldy, whate'er's just shall
granted be ;
Let Mause be brought this morning down to me.

Bauldy, Thanks to your honour, soon shall I obey;
But first I'll Roger raise, and twa three ujae,



To catcJi lier fast, e er she gel leave to squeel.
And east her cantraips that bring up tlie de'il.


Sir William, Troth, Symon, Bauldy's more afraid

than hurt, (sport.

The >vitch and ghaist liave made themselves good

What silly notions crowd the clouded mind.

That is through want of education blind ! [thing,

Symon. But does your honour think there's nae sic
As witches raising de'ils up thro' a ring.
Syne playing tricks ; a thousand I eou'd tell,
Cou'd never be contriv'd on this side hell,

-Sir William. Such as the devil's dancing in a muir.
Amongst a few old women, craz'd and poor,
Wlio are rejoic'd to see him frisk and lowp
O'er braes and bogs, wi' candles in his dowp ;
Appearing sometimes like a black horn'd cow,
Aftimes like bawty, badrans, or a sow ;
Then wi' his train thro' airy paths to glide,
Wliile they on cats, or clowns, or broomstaifs ride.
Or in the egg-shell skim out o'er the main.
To drink their leader's health in France or Spaing
Then, aft by night bombaze hare-hearled fools.
By tumbling down their cupboard, chairs and stools,
Whate'er's in spells, or if there witches be.
Such whimsies seem the most absurd to me.

Sumon. 'Tis true enough, we ne'er heard tliat >i
Had eitlier meikle sense, or yet was rich :
But Mause, tho' poor, is a sagacious wife :
And lives a quiet and very honest life.
That gars me think this hobleshew that's past
Will land in naething but a joke at last.

Sir Will I'm sure it will ; but see encreasing ligM
Commands the imps of darkness down to night ;
Bid raise my servants, and my horse prepai'e.
Whilst I walk out to take the morning air.

SANG XX. Tune, Bonny grey-ey^d mom.

The bonny grey-ey'd morning begins to peep.
And darkness flies before the rising ray.


l%e hearty hind starts from his lazy sleep.
To follow healthful labours of the day.

Without a guilty stiug to wrinkle his hrow.
The lark and the linnet 'tend his levee,

And he Joins their coneert, driving the plow.
From toil of grimaee and pageantry free.

While fluster'd with wine, or madden'd with loss

Of half an estate, the prey of a main,
The drunkard and gamester tumble and toss,

Wishing for calmness and slumber in vain.
Be my portion, health and quietness of mind,

Plac'd at a due distance from parties and state.
Where neither ambition nor avarice blind,

Reach him who has happiness link'd lo his fate.




While Peg'gy laces up her bosom fair,
Wi' a blue snood, Jenny binds up her hair ;
Glaud by his morning ingie taks a beek.
The rising" sun shines motty thro' the reek ;
A pipe his mouth, the lasses please his een.
And now and then his joke maun interveen.


Glaud, I wish, my bairns, it may keep fair till
Ye dinna use sac soon to see the liglit ;
Nae doubt now ye intend to mix the thrang.
To tak^ your leave of Patrick or he gang :
But do you think that now when he's a laird.
That he poor landwart lasses will regard ?

Jenny, Tho' he's young master now, I'm very sure,
He has mair sense than slight auld friends, tho' poor :
But yesterday he ga*e us mony a tug.
And kiss'd my cousin there frae lug to lug.

Glaud, Ay, ay, nae doubt o't, and he'll do't again 5
But be advis'd, his company refrain :
Before, he, as a shepherd, sought a wife.


"Wi' her to live a chaste and ft* usjal life ;
But now grown g;entle5 sooh he >vill forsake
Sic j^odly thoughts, and hrag of heing a rake.

Feggy, A rake ! what's that ? — Sure if it means
ought ill.
He'll never he't, else I ha'e tint my skill.

Glaud, Daft lassie, ye ken nought of the aftair,
Ane young and good and gentle's unco rare :
A rake's a graceless spark, that thinks nae shame
To do what like of us thinks sin to name ;
Sic are sae void of shame, they'll never stap
To hrag how aften tliey ha'e had the clap :
They'll tempt young things like you, wi' youdith

Syne mak' ye a' their jest when ye're dchauch'd.
Be wary then I say, and never gi'e
Encouragement, or bourd wi* sic as he.

Peggif, Sir William's virtuous, and of gentle blood ;
And may not Patrick too, like him, be good ?

Glmid. That's true, and mony gentry mae than he,
As they are wiser, better are than we.
But thinner sawn ; they're sae puft up wi' pride,
'J 'here's mony of them mocks ilk haly guide
That shaws tlie gate to heav'n ; — I've heai^d mysell.
Some o' them laugh at doomsday, sin, and hell.

Jenny. Watch 6'er us father ! heh ! that's very odd.
Sure him that doubts a doomsday, doubts a God.

Gland, Doubt ! why they neitlier doubt, nor judge,
nor think, ^

Nor hope, nor fear: but curse, debauch, and drink :
But I'm no saying this, as if I thought
That Patrick to sic gates will e'er be brought.

Peggtj, The IiOi*d forbid ! Na, he kens better things;
But here comes aunt, her face some ferly brings.

Enter MADGE.

Madge. IFaste, haste ye, we're a* sent for o'er the

To hear, and help to red some odd debate
'Tween Mause and Bauldy, 'bout some witchcraft



At Symon's house, the knight sits judge himsell.

GlauiL Lend me my staff; — Madge, lock tlie outer
And hring the lasses wi' ye ; I'll step hefore. [EodL

Madge, Poor Meg ! — Look, Jenny, was the like
e'er seen ?
How bleer'd and red wi' greeting look her een !
This day her hrankan wooer takes his horse.
To strut a gentle spark at Edinburgh cross :
To change his kent cut frae the branchy plain^
For a nice sword and glancing headed cane ;
To lea^e his ram-horn spoons, and kitted whey.
For gentler tea, that smells lilve new-won hay ;
1^0 leave the green-swaird dance when we gae milk^
To rustle 'mang the beauties clad in silk.
But Meg, poor Meg ! maun wi' the shepherd stay.
And tak' what God will send in hodden-gray.

Feggy. Dear aunt, what needs ye fash us wi* your
scorn ;
It's no my faut that I'm nae gentler born.
Gif I the daughter of some laird had been,
I ne'er had notic'd Patie on the green :
Now since he rises, why should I repine ?

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