II.

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 shade:
Our taste of pleasure then is o'er,
The feather'd songsters are no more;
And when they droop, and we decay,
Adieu the birks of Invermay.

III.

The laverocks now and lintwhite sing,
The rocks around with echoes ring;
The mavis and the blackbird vie,
In tuneful ftrains to glad the day;
The woods now wear their summer-suits;
To mirth all nature now invites :
Let us be blythsome then and gay
Among the birks of Invermay.

IV.

Behold the hills and vales around,
With lowing herds and flocks abound;
The wanton kids and frisking lambs
Gambol and dance about their dams;
The bufy bees with humming noise,
And all the reptile kind rejoice :
Let us, like them, then fing and play
About the birks of Invermay.

Hark, how the waters as they fall,
Loudly, my love, to gladness call;
The wanton waves sport in the beams,
And fishes play throughout the streams ;

The circling fun does now advance,
And all the planets round him dance:
Let us as jovial be as they,
Among the birks of Invermay.

HERO and LEANDER.

An old BALLAD.

I.

LEANDER on the bay

Of Hellefpont all naked stood,
Impatient of delay,

He leap'd into the fatal flood:
The raging feas,

Whom none can please,

'Gainst him their malice fhow; The heavens lour'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 cruel rocks, and skies!
Ye ftormy winds, and angry main !
What 'tis to miss

The lover's bliss,

Alas! ye do not know;

Make me your wreck

As I come back,

But spare me as I go.

III.

Lo! yonder stands the tower Where my beloved Hero lies,

And this is the appointed hour

Which fets to watch her longing eyes.

To his fond fuit

The gods were mute; The billows answer, No: Up to the skies

The furges rife,

But funk the youth as low.

IV.

Meanwhile the wishing maid, Divided 'twixt her care and love, Now does his ftay upbraid; Now dreads he shou'd the passage prove : O fate! faid fhe,

Nor heaven, nor thee,

Our vows fhall e'er divide.

I'd leap this wall,

Cou'd I but fall

By my Leander's fide.

V.

At length the rising fun

Did to her fight reveal too late, That Hero was undone;

Not by Leander's fault, but fate.

Said fhe, I'll fhew,

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 she leapt
Into the raging feas to him,

Courting each wave she met,

To teach her weary'd arms to swim;

The fea-gods wept,
Nor longer kept

Her from her lover's fide.

When join'd at last,

She grasp'd him fast,

Then figh'd, embrac'd, and died.

Rare WILLY drown'd in YARROW.

I.

WILLY'S rare, and Willy's fair,

And Willy's wondrous bonny;

And Willy height to marry me,
Gin e'er he married ony.

II.

Yeftreen I made my bed fu' braid,
This night I'll make it narrow;
For a' the live-lang winter night
I lie twin'd of my marrow.

III.

O came you by yon water-fide,
Pou'd you the rose or lily?

Or came you by yon meadow green?
Or faw you my sweet Willy?

IV.

She fought him east, she sought him weft,
She fought him braid and narrow;

Syne in the cleaving of a craig

She found him drown'd in Yarrow.

The King and the Miller.

I.

OW happy a state does the miller possess!

Ho

Who wou'd be no greater, nor fears to be less; On his mill and himself he depends for fupport, Which is better than fervilely cringing at court. What tho' he all dusty and whiten'd does go?

The more he's bepowder'd, the more like a beau ; A clown in his drefs may be honester far,

Than a courtier who struts in his garter and star.

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 scruple from other men's facks;

In this of right noble example he brags,

Who borrow as freely from other men's bags.

III.

Or fhou'd he endeavour to heap an estate,

In this too he mimicks the tools of the state, Whose 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 ly, Then rifes up chearful to work and to fing: If fo happy a miller, then who'd be a king?