Thou never braing't, an' fetch't, an' flisket, Mivrited Wi' pith an' pow'r, Till sprittie knowes wad 'rair't and risket, An' slypet owre. When frosts lay lang, an' snaws were deep, An' threaten'd labor back to keep, I gied thy cog a wee-bit heap Aboon the timmer; I ken'd my Maggie wad na sleep For that, or Simmer. In cart or car thou never reestet; But just thy step a wee thing hastit, My Pleugh is now thy bairn-time a': That thou hast nurst: They drew me thretteen pund an' twa The vera warst. Monie a sair daurk we twa hae wrought, An' monie an anxious day, I thought Yet here to crazy Age we're brought, And think na, my auld, trusty Servan', That now perhaps thou's less deservin, An' thy auld days may end in starvin, For my last fou, A heapet Stimpart, I'll reserve ane Laid by for you. We've worn to crazy years thegither; To some hain'd rig, Whare ye may nobly rax your leather, THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. INSCRIBED TO ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ. OF AYR. M Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, GRAY. Y lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a Cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely Cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an agèd tree; The expectant wee-things, toddlan, stacher through His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty Wifie's smile, Does a' his weary kiaugh and care beguile, Belyve, the elder bairns come drapping in, e Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin Ty Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman-grown, In youthfu' bloom, Love sparkling in her e'e, Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw new gown, Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee, To help her Parents dear, if they in hardship be. With joy unfeign'd, brothers and sisters meet, An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers: WAA The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet; The Parents partial eye their hopeful years; The Mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claies look amaist as weel's the new; The Father mixes a' wi' admonition due. Their Master's an' their Mistress's command, The younkers a' are warnèd to obey; An' mind their labours wi' an eydent hand, dignit An' ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play : An' O! be sure to fear the LORD alway, "An' mind your duty, duely, morn an' night! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: 6112 They never sought in vain that sought the LORD aright!" But hark! a rap comes gently to the door, Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi' kindly welcome, Jenny brings him ben ; A strappan youth; he takes the Mother's eye; |