SON G.

Tune,-Jockey's Grey Breeks.

I.

AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees

Her robe affume its vernal hues,

Her leafy locks wave in the breeze

All freshly steep'd in morning dews.

CHORUS.

CHOR US*.

And maun I ftill on Menie + doat,

And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e! For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be!

II.

In vain to me the cowflips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;

In vain to me, in glen or fhaw,

The mavis and the lintwhite fing.

And maun I fill, &c,

III.

*This Chorus is part of a fong compofed by a gentleman in Edinburgh, a particular friend of the Author's.

+ Menie is the common abbreviation of Mariamne.

The merry Ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie Seedsman stalks,
But life to me's a weary dream,

A dream of ane that never wauks.

And maun I ftill, &c.

IV.

The wanton coot the water skims,
Amang the reeds the ducklings.cry,

The stately swan majestic swims,
And ev'ry thing is bleft but I.

V.

The sheep-herd fteeks his faulding flap,
And owre the moorlands whistles fhill,
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring ftep

I meet him on the dewy hill.

And maun I ftill, &c.

VI.

And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daify's fide,
And mounts and fings on flittering wings,
A woe-worn ghaift I hameward glide.

And maun Iftill, &c.

VII.

Come Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will foothe my chearless foul,
When Nature all is fad like me!

And maun I ftill on Menie doat,

And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e! For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be.