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Her mill into some hole had fa'n,
Shall furnish me with (nishing,
Her eldest dochter said right bauld,
He'll waste away your fnishing.
Your mill can ha’d nae (nishing.
By wanting o' my snifhing.
That ye shall have a fnishing.
To win herself a fnishing.
And ay she curs'd poor stumpy.
But she tint hopes o’ snishing.
Syne lean’d her down ayont the fire,
And died for lack of fnishing.
Ye auld wives notice well this truth,
Else, like this wife beyont the fire,
A Favourite New Song.
N the morn as I walk'd thro' the mead,
green, I view'd the sweet flocks as they feed;
What equals the beautiful scene ! Thro' the groves as they pass’d with delight,
In view of yon ever green pine ;
Of a prospect fo rural and fine.
With melody pleasing the ear :
Denoting the time of the year.
Encompass’d by mountains so high,
By the stream that runs bubbling by.
At the foot of yon fycamore tree
Sits the shepherd a tuning his reed ; While his lambs frolic round him with glee,
His sheep along side of him feed.
O’er yon beautiful lawn do I see
The hare with timidity fly:
Of the echo of dogs in full cry!
'Tis the bells from yon neighbouring vill :
By the fide of this murmuring rill.
As that which the country gives :
Where rural felicity lives.
Addressed to every Young Lady.
To love's foft influence prone ;
And all its joys are flown ;
When fome unworthy youth
With innocence and truth.
Reverfe the scene, what raptures reign,
Where worth with beauty join'd,
Bleft union of the mind!
Of fortune's fordid sway)
And hails each coming day.
Whom fate ordains with thee,
To taste the sweets of mutual love,
From care, from discord free:
You'll gently meet decay,
Of some immortal lay.
The Death of Auld Robin Gray, and Jamie's Return.
HE summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay,
For he was sick at heart, and had nae friend beside,
I laid poor Robin in the earth as decent as I cou'd,
I thought that Jamie he was dead, or he was to me loft, And all
my fond and youthful love entirely was croft: I try'd to fing, I try'd to laugh, and pass the time away, For I had ne'er a friend alive since dy'd Auld Robin Gray.
At length the merry bells rung round, I cou'dna guess the cause ;
(applause, But Rodney was the man, they said, who gain's so much I doubted if the tale was true, till Jamie came to me, And shew'd a purse of golden ore, and said It is for thee, Auld Robin Gray I find is dead, and still thy heart is true, Then take me, Jenny, to thy arms, and I will be fo too, Mess John shall join us at the kirk, and we'll be blithe and
gay, I blush'd, consented, and reply'd Adieu to Robin Gray.
YOUNG JOCKEY BLITHE.
OUNG Jockey blithe at early dawn,
Starts fresh and fair as roses blawn;
Dear Jug, will naething move thee,
I only live to love thee.
To merit I no claim can make,
Sweet smells the birk, &c.
Time's on the wing, and will not stay,
Sweet smells the birk, &c.