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Collects his fpades, his mattocks, and his hoes,

Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does

hameward bend.


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At length his lonely Cot appears in view,

Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, ftacher

through To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an’

glee. His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonnily, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie Wifie's

smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee,

Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labor an' his


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Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in,

At service out, amang the Farmers roun'; Some ca’ the pleugh, some herd, fome tentie

rin A cannie errand to a neebor town: Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown,

In youthfu' bloom, Love sparkling in her e'e, Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw new

gown, Or deposite her fair-won penny fee, To help her Parents dear, if they in hardship



Wi' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet, An' each for other's weelfare kindly speirs :


The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd


Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The Parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ;

Anticipation forward points the view. The Mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers,

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the


The Father mixes a' wi' admonition due.


Their Master's an' their Mistress's command,

The younkers a’ are warned to obey; An' mind their labours wi' an eydent hand,

An' ne'er, tho' out o' fight, to jauk or play; An’ 0! be sure to fear the Lord alway! • An' mind your duty, duly, morn an?


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· Lést in temptation's path ye gang aftray,

Implore his counsel and assisting might; They never fought in vain that fought the

• Lord aright.'



But hark! a rap comes gently to the door;

Jenny, wha kens the meaning o’the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor,

To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily Mother fees the conscious flame

Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; With heart ftruck anxious care, enquires his

name, While Jenny haflins is afraid to speak; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears, it's nae wild,

worthless Rake.


Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben ; A strappan youth; he takes the Mother's

eye ; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The Father cracks of horses, pleughs, and

kye. The Youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi'joy,

But blate and laithfu', scarce can weel be


The Mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae

grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected

like the lave.


O happy love! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare !


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