He levell'd his rays where the bask'd on the brae His rays were outshone, and but mark'd where the lay. I red, &c. ; They hunted the valley, they hunted the hill, The best of our lads wi' the best o' their skill But still as the fairest she fat in their fight, Then, whirr! fhe was over, a mile at a flight. I red, &c. WHY, WHY TELL THY LOVER. Tune. "THE CALEDONIAN HUNT'S DELIGHT." W HY, why tell thy lover, Bliss he never must enjoy? Why, why undeceive him, And give all his hopes the lie? O why, while fancy, raptur'd, flumbers, Chloris, Chloris all the theme! Why, why wouldst thou, cruel, LINES ON A PLOUGHMAN. SI was a wand'ring ae morning in A fpring, I heard a young Ploughman fae fweetly to fing; And as he was fingin' thir words he did say, There's nae life like the Ploughman in the month o' sweet May.— The lav'rock in the morning fhe'll rise frae her neft, And mount to the air wi' the dew on her breast ; And wi' the merry Ploughman she'll whistle and fing, And at night she'll return to her neft back again. THE FETE CHAMPETRE. Tune.-"KILLICRANKIE." WHA will to Saint Stephen's house, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's house, O' th' merry lads of Ayr, man? Or will we send a fodger? Come, will ye court a noble lord, Anbank, wha guefs'd the ladies' tafte, W w When Love and Beauty heard the news, Sir Politics to fetter, As theirs alone, the patent-blifs, Then mounted Mirth on gleefome wing, Cauld Boreas, wi' his boifterous crew, And Cynthia's car, o' filver fu', Clamb up the ftarry sky, man: The western breeze fteals thro' the trees, How many a robe fae gaily floats! As moves the mazy dance, man. When angels met, at Adam's yett, When Politics came there, to mix Wi' humble prayer to join and share |