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In ilka dale, green, thaw, and park,
Will nourish health, and glad ye'r mind.
Soon as the clear goodman of day,
Bends up his morning.draught of dew, We'll
to some burn-fide and play, And gather flowers to bulk ye'r brow: We'll
the dailies on the green,, The lucken gowans frae the bog ; Between hands now and then we'll lean,
And sport upo' the velvet fog. There's up into a pleasant glen,
A wee piece frae my father's tow'r, A canny, soft, and Aow'ry den,
Where circling birks have form’d: a. bow'r : Whene'er the sun grows high and warm,
We'll to the cauler shade remove ; There will I lock thee in mine arm,
And love and kiss, and kiss and love.
My mither's ay glowran o'er me,
Though she did the same before me; I canna, get leave to look to my loove,
Or else she'll be like to devour me.
Right fain wad I take ye'r offer,
Sweet Sir, but I'll tine tocher ; Then Sandy, ye'll fret, and wyte ye'r poor Kate,
Whene'er ye keek in your toom coffer.
For tho' my father has plenty,
Of aller and plenishing dainty,
And fae we had need to be tenty.
Be wylie in ilka motion,
Win them, I'll be at your devotion.
TULLOCH GOR U M.
Composed by a Clergyman at Aberdeen
Fidlers, your pins in temper fix,
Frae out your quorum,
For what's been done before them?
Let Whig and Torry all agree,
To drop their whigmegmorum ::
The reel of Tullochgorum.,
In conscience I abhor him.-
To make a cheerfu' quorum.
The reel of Tulloch gorum.,
There needs na’ be so great a phrase
För half'a hundred score o’em :
Wi'a'tkir variorem : ,
They're douff and dowie at the best,
Compar'd wi' Tullochgorum.
Let warldly minds themselves oppress,
Wi' keeping up decorum :
Like auld Philofophorum ?
At the reel of Tullochgorum.
May choicest bleflings ftill attend
Be a' that's good before him !
And dainties a' great store o'em ! May peace and plenty be his lot, Unttain'd by any vicious blot ; And may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the discontented fool,
And blackeft fiends devour him !
And honest souls abhor him ! May dole and sorrow be his chance, And a' the ills that come frae France, Whoe'er he be that winna dance
The reel of Tullochgorum.
The WAY TO KEEP HIM. YE fair, poffel’d of ev'ry charm
To captivate the will;
Whose frowns at once can kill:
Where Aatt'ry bears no part? An honest verse that flows fincere,
And candid from the heart.
Great is your pow'r, but greater yet
Mankind it might engage, If, az ye all can make a net,
Ye all could make a cage.