III. The merry Ploughboy cheers his team, A dream of ane that never wauks. And maun Iftill, &c. IV. The wanton coot the water fkims, Amang the reeds the ducklings cry, The stately swan majestic swims, And maun Iftill, &c. VOL. II. K V. V. The sheep-herd fteeks his faulding flap, I meet him on the dewy hill. And maun I ftill, &c. VI. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, And maun Iftill, &c. VII. VII. Come Winter, with thine angry howl, 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. S 0 N G. Tune,-Roflin Castle. I. THE gloomy night is gathʼring fast, II. The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn III. 'Tis not the furging billow's roar, 'Tis not that fatal, deadly fhore; Tho' Death in ev'ry fhape appear, The Wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart tranfpierc'd with many a wound; |