But thou'rt fo fweet, so trim and neat, I'll feek the ewes with thee.

She gae'm her hand, nor made a ftand,
But lik'd the youth's intent;
O'er hill and dale, o'er plain and vale
Right merrily they went.

The birds fang fweet, the pair to greet,
And flowers bloom'd around?
And as they walk'd, of love they talk'd,
And joys which lovers crown'd.

And now the fun had rofe to noon,
The zenith of his power,

When to a fhade their fteps they made,
To pafs the mid-day hour.

The bonny lad rowd' in his plaid

The lafs, who fcorn'd to frown; She foon forgot the ewes fhe fought, And he to gang to town.

SONG 192.

My Heart's my ain.

'TIS nae very lang finfyne, That I had a lad of my ain: But now he's awa' to anither,

And left me a' my lain:

The lafs he's courting has filler,

And I hae nane at a';

And 'tis nought but the love of the tocher, That's tane my lad awa'.

But I'm blyth, that my heart's my ain,
And I'll keep it a' my life,

Until that I meet wi' a lad

Who has fenfe to wale a good wife. For though I fay't myfell,

That fhou'd nae fay't 'tis true,
The lad that gets me for a wife,
He'll ne'er hae occafion to rue.

I gang ay fou clean and fou tosh,
As a' the neighbours can tell;
Though I've feldom a gown on my back,
But fic as I fpin myfell.

And when I am clad in my curtfey,

I think my fell as braw v;

As Sufy, wi' aher pearling,

But I wish they were buckled together,

And may they live happy for life; Tho' Willie does flight me, and's left me, The chield he deferves a good wife. But, O! I'm blyth that I've mifs'd him, As blyth as I weel can be ; For ane that's fae keen o' the filler,

Will ne'er agree wi' me.

But as the truth is, I'm hearty,

I hate to be fcrimpit or fcant;
The wie thing I hae, I'll make use o't,
And nae ane about me fhall want.
For I'm a good guide o' the warld,
I ken when I ha'd to gie;
For whinging and cringing for filler,
Will ne'er agree wi' me.

Contentment is better than riches,
An' he wha has that has enough;
The mafer is feldom fae happy
As Robin that drives the plough;

But if a young lad wou'd caft up,

To make me his partner for life; If the chield has the fenfe to be happy, He'll fa on his feet for a wife.

SONG 193.

LET gay ones and great,

Make the most of their fate,

From pleafure to pleafure they run:
Well, who cares a jot,

I envy them not,

While I have my dog and my gun.

For exercife, air,

To the fields I repair,

With fpirits, unclouded and light;

The bliffes I find,

No ftings leave behind,

But health and diverfion unite.

SONG

194.

THE AGREEABLE SURPRISE.

HER sheep had in clufters kept close to a grove,

To hide from the rigours of day;

And Phillis herself, in a woodbine alcove,
Among the fweet violets lay;

A youngling, it feems, had been tole from its dam, (Twixt Cupid and Hymen a plot),

That Corydon might, as he fearch'd for his lamb Arrive at the critical spot.

As thro' the gay hedge for his lambkin he peeps, He faw the fweet maid with furprise;

"Ye gods! if fo killing," he cry'd, "when the "fleeps,

"I'm loft when she opens her eyes!

"To tarry much longer would hazard my heart, "I'll onwards my lambkin to trace :"

In vain honest Corydon ftrove to depart,
For love held him nail'd to the place.

"Hufh, hufh'd be thefe birds, what a bawling

"they keep,

(He cry'd), you're too loud on the spray;

"Dont you fee, foolish lark, that the charmer's a fleep!

"You'll awake her as fure as 'tis day :

"How dare that fond butterfly touch the fweet "maid!

"Her cheek he mistakes for a rofe;

"I'd put him to death, if I was not afraid "My boldness would break her repofe."

Young Phillis look'd up with a languishing smile : "Kind fhepherd," fhe faid, " you mistake; "I laid myself down juft to. reft me a while;. "But trust me, have still been awake." The fhepherd took courage, advanc'd with a bow, He plac'd himself close by her fide; And manag'd the matters. I cannot tell how, But yesterday made her his bride.

SONG 195.

THE fields were green, the hills were gay,

And birds were finging on each spray;

When Colin met me in the giove,
And told me tender tales of love!
Was ever fwain fo blithe as he,
So kind, fo faithful, and fo free?
In fpite of all my friends could say,
Young Colin ftole my heart away!