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PEGGY.

O Patie ! let me gang ; I mauna stay ; We're baith cryed hame, and Jenny she's away.

PATIE.

I'm laith to part sae soon! Now we're alane ; And Roger he's away with Jenny gane ; They ’re as content, for aught I hear or see, To be alane themselves, I judge, as we. Here, where primroses thickest paint the green, Hard by this little burnie let us lean. Hark how the lav'rocks chant aboon our heads ; How saft the westlin winds sough through the reeds !

I'm sure I canna change ; ye needna fear, Though we're but young, I've looed ye mony a year. I mind it weel, when thou could'st hardly gang, Or lisp out words, I choosed thee frae the thrang Of a' the bairns, and led thee by the hand, Aft to the tansy know, or rashy strand ; Thou smiling by my side :- I took delight To pou the rashes green, with roots sae white, Of which, as well as my young fancy cou'd, For thee I plet the flow'ry belt and snood.

PEGGY.

PEGGY.

When first thou gade with shepherds to the hill, And I to milk the ewes first tryed my skill, To bear a leglin was nae toil to me, When at the bught at e'en I met with thee.

The scented meadows, birds, and healthy breeze, For aught I ken, may mair than Peggy please.

PATIE.

PATIE.

When corns grew yellow, and the heatherbells Bloomed bonny on the moor and rising fells, Nae birns, or briers, or whins e'er troubled me, Gif I could find blae-berries ripe for thee.

PEGGY.

Ye wrang me sair, to doubt my being kind ! In speaking sae, ye ca' me dull and blind, Gif I cou'd fancy aught's sae sweet or fair As my sweet Meg, or worthy of my care. Thy breath is sweeter than the sweetest brier ; Thy cheek and breast the finest flow'rs appear ; Thy words excel the maist delightfu' notes That warble through the merle or mavis' throats. With thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field, Or ripest berries that our mountains yield ; The sweetest fruits that hing upon the tree Are far inferior to a kiss of thee.

When thou didst wrestle, run, or putt the stane, And wan the day, my heart was flightering fain ; At all these sports thou still gave joy to me, For nane can wrestle, run, or putt with thee.

PATIE.

PEGGY. But Patrick for some wicked end may fleech ; And lambs should tremble when the foxes preach. I darna stay ; ye joker, let me gang ; Or swear ye'll never 'tempt to do me wrang.1

Jenny sings saft the ‘Broom of Cowdenknows ;' And Rosie lilts the 'Milking of the Ewes ;' There's nane like Nancy · Jenny Nettles' sings ; At turns in Maggy Lawder' Marion dings; But when my Peggy sings, with sweeter skill, "The Boatman,' or • The Lass of Patie's Mill,' – It is a thousand times mair sweet to me; Tho' they sing well, they canna sing like thee!

PATIE.

Sooner a mother shall her fondness drap, And wrang the bairn sits smiling in her lap; The sun shall change, the moon to change shall cease; The gaits to climb, the sheep to yield the fleece, Ere aught by me be either said or doon, Shall do thee wrang! - I swear by all aboon !

PEGGY How eith can lasses trow what we desire ! And, rees'd by them we love, blaws up the fire ; But wha loves best let time and carriage try ; Be constant, and my love shall time defy ; Be still as now, and a' my care shall be, How to contrive what pleasant is for thee.

SANG X.

TUNE. -'Winter was cauld, and my claithing was thin.

This fool imagines, --- as do many sic,
That I'm a wretch in compact with Auld Nick ;
Because by education I was taught
To speak and act aboon their common thought :
Their gross mistake shall quickly now appear ;
Soon shall they ken what brought, what keeps me here.
Nane kens but me!- And if the morn were come,

I'll tell them tales will gar them a' sing dumb.' 1 The edition of 1808 reads :

I darena stay ; ye joker, let me gang ;
Anither lass may gar ye change your sang;
Your thoughts may flit, and I may thole the wrang.'

PEGGY.

When first my dear laddie gade to the green hill,
And I at ewe-milking first sey'd my young skill,
To bear the milk-bowie no pain was to me,
When I at the bughting forgathered with thee.

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When thou ran, or wrestled or putted the stane,
And came off the victor, my heart was ay fain ;
Thy ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me ;
For nane can putt, wrestle, or run swift as thee.

But gin they hing o'er lang upon the tree,
Their sweetness they may tine, and sae may ye ;
Red-cheeked ye completely ripe appear,
And I have thol'd and woo'd a lang half-year.

PATIE.

Our Jenny sings saftly the “Cowden broom knows;' And Rosie lilts swiftly the Milking the Ewes ;' There's few 'Jenny Nettles' like Nancy can sing ; At Throw the wood, laddie,' Bess gars our lugs ring;

PEGGY (falling into Patie's arms). Then dinna pu' me, gently thus I fa' Into my Patie's arms for good and a'. But stint your wishes to this kind embrace, And mint nae farther till we've got the grace.

PATIE (with his left hand about her waist). O charming armfu’!- Hence ye cares away, I'll kiss my treasure a' the live lang day : All night I'll dream my kisses o'er again, Till that day come that ye

'll be a'

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ain.

But when my dear Peggy sings, with better skill, « The Boatman,' “Tweed-side,' or 'The Lass of the 'T is mony times sweeter and pleasing to me; (Mill,' For though they sing nicely, they canna like thee!

PEGGY.

SUNG BY BOTI.

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PATIE.

And let them ferly ! - Now a kindly kiss, Or fivescore good anes wad not be amiss ; And syne we'll sing the sang with tunefu' glee, That I made up last owk on you and me.

PEGGY.

Sing first ; syne claim your hyre.

PATIE.

Well, I agree !

SIR WILLIAM solus. The gentleman thus hid in low disguise, I'll for a space, unknown, delight mine eyes With a full view of ev'ry fertile plain, Which once I lost, which now are mine again. Yet, 'midst my joy, some prospects pain renew, Whilst I my once fair seat in ruins view. Yonder, ah me! it desolately stands, – Without a roof; the gates fall’n from their bands; The casements all broke down ; no chimney left ; The naked walls of tapestry all bereft. My stables and pavilions, broken walls, That with each rainy blast decaying falls ; My gardens once adorned the most complete, With all that nature, all that art makes sweet ; Where round the figured green and pebble-walks The dewy flow'rs hung nodding on their stalks ;

SANG XI.

To its awn tune.

By the delicious warmness of thy mouth,
And rowing eye that smiling tells the truth,

guess, my lassie, that, as well as I, Ye're made for love, and why should ye deny ?

PROLOGUE.

But overgrown with nettles, docks, and brier,

SCENE II.
No hyacinths or oglantines appear.!
Here failed and broke's the rising ample shade,
Where peach and neot'rine trees their branches

'T is Symon's house, please to step in,

And visy 't round and round ; spread,

There's naught superfluous to give pain, Basking in rays, and early did produce

Or costly to be found.

Yet, all is clean ; a clear peat ingle Fruit fair to view, delightful to the use.

Glances amidst the floor ; All round in gaps the walls in ruin lye,

The green horn-spoons, beech-luggies mingle,

On skelfs forgainst the door. And from what stands the withered branches fly.

While the young brood sport on the green, These soon shall be repaired :— and now my joy

The auld anes think it best

With the brown cow to clear their een,
Forbids all grief, when I'm to see my boy,

Snuff, crack, and take their rest.
My only prop, and object of my care,
Since Heav'n too soon called home his mother fair.

SYMON, GLAUD, AND ELSPA.
Him, ere the rays of reason cleared his thought,
I secretly to faithful Symon brought,

We anes were young oursells !- I like to see And charged him strictly to conceal his birth,

The bairns bob round with other merrylie. Till we should see what changing times brought Troth, Symon, Patie's grown a strapan lad, forth.

And better looks than his I never bade! Hid from himself, he starts up by the dawn,

Amang our lads he bears the gree awa',
And ranges careless o'er the height and lawn,

And tells his tale the clev'rest of them a'.
After his fleecy charge serenely gay,
With other shepherds whistling o'er the day.
Thrice happy life! that's from ambition free,

Poor man! he's a great comfort to us baith. Removed from crowns, and courts, how cheerfully,

God make him good, and hide him aye frae skaith ! A calm, contented mortal spends his time,

He is a bairn, - I'll say't, — well-worth our care, In hearty health, his soul unstained with crime ! That gao us ne'er vexation late or air.

GLAUD.

ELSPA.

GLAUD.

SANG XII.

I trow, good wife, if I be not mistane,
He seems to be with Peggy's beauty tane,
And troth my niece is a right dainty wean,
As

ye well ken ; a bonnyer needna be,
Nor better, be't she were nae kin to me.

SYMON.

TUNE. — Happy Clown.'
Hid from himself, now by the dawn
He starts as fresh as roses blawn,
And ranges o'er the heights and lawn,

After his bleating flocks.
Healthful, and innocently gay,
He chaunts and whistles out the day ;
Untaught to smile and then betray,

Like courtly weathercocks.

Life happy, from ambition free,
Envy, and vile hypocrisy,
When truth and love with joy agree,

Unsullied with a crime :
Unmoved with what disturbs the great,
In propping of their pride and state,
He lives, and, unafraid of fate,

Contented spends his time,

Ha, Glaud, I doubt that ne'er will be a match !
My Patie 's wild, and will be ill to catch ;
And or he were for reasons I'll no tell —
I'd rather be mixt with the mools mysell.

GLAUD.
What reasons can ye have? - There's nane, I'm
Unless ye may cast up that she's but poor. (sure,
But gif the lassie marry to my mind,
I'll be to her as my ain Jenny kind :
Fourscore of breeding ewes of my ain birn,-
Five kye that at ae milking fills a kirn, -
I'll gie to Peggy that day she's a bride
By and attour, if my good luck abide,
Ten lambs at spaining time as lang 's I live,
And twa quey cawfs I'll yearly to them give.

ELSPA.
Ye offer fair, kind Glaud ; but dinna speer
What may be is not fit ye yet should hear.

SYMON.

Now tow'rds good Symon's house I 'll bend my way,
And see what makes yon gamboling to-day.
All on the green, in a fair wanton ring,
My youthful tenants gayly dance and sing.

[Exit.] 1 The edition of 1808 reads here :

No jaccacinths or eglantines appear.
How do these ample walls to ruin yield,
Where peach and nect'rine branches found a bield,
And basked in rays, which early did produce
Fruit fair to view, delightful in the use !
All round in gaps, the most in rubbish lie,
And from what stands the withered branches fly.'

Or this day eight days, likely, he shall learn, That our denial disna slight his bairn.

GLAUD.

We'll nao mair o't? - Come, gies the other bend, We'll drink their healths, whatever may it end.

[Their healths gae round.]

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That's kind unsought!-Well, gin ye have a bairn That ye like well, and wad his fortune learn, I shall employ the furthest of my skill To spae it faithfully, be't good or ill.

SYMON (pointing to Patie). Only that lad.

Alack! I have nae mae, Either to make me joyful now or wae.

SIR WILLIAM.

He'll soon grow better. – Elspa, haste ye, gae And fill him up a tass of usquebæ.

SIR WILLIAM (starts up and speaks).
A knight that for a lion fought,

Against a herd of bears,
Was to lang toil and trouble brought,

In which some thousands shares :
But now again the lion rares,

And joy spreads o'er the plain;
The lion has defeat the bears,

The knight returns again.
That knight in a few days shall bring

A shepherd frae the fauld,
And shall present him to the king,

A subject true and bauld ;

Young man, let's see your hand. - What gars yo

sneer?

PATIE.

Because your skill's but little worth, I fear.

SIR WILLIAM.

Ye cut before the point !- But, billy, bide, I'll wager there's a mouse-mark on your side.

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JENNY

ROGER.

JENNY.

ROGER.

GLAUD.

JENNY.

Howe'er I get them never fash your beard ;

Dear Jenny, I wad speak t'ye, wad ye let ; Nor come I to redd fortunes for reward ;

And yet I ergh, ye 're ay sae scornfu' set.
But I'll lay ten to ane with ony here,
That all I prophesy shall soon appear.

And what would Roger say, if he could speak ?
SYMON.

Am I obliged to guess what ye’re to seek?
You prophesying fowks are odd kind men !-
They're here that ken, and here that disna ken

Yes, ye may guess right eith for what I grein, The wimpled meaning of your unco tale,

Baith by my service, sighs, and langing een ; Whilk soon will mak a noise o'er moor and dale.

And I maun out wi't, tho' I risk your scorn,
GLAUD.

Ye're never frae my thoughts baith e'en and moru.
"T is nae sma' sport to hear how Sym believes, Ah ! could I looe ye less, I'd happy be ;
And takes 't for gospel what the spae-man gives But happier far, could ye but fancy me !
Of flawing fortunes, whilk he evens to Pate :
But what we wish we trow at ony rate.

And wha kens, honest lad, but that I may ?
SIR WILLIAM.

Ye canna say that e'er I said ye nay.
Whisht, doubtfu' carle ; for ere the sun
Has driven twice down to the sea,

Alake ! my frighted heart begins to fail,
What I have said ye shall see done

Whene'er I mint to tell ye out my tale,
In part, or nae mair credit me.

For fear some tighter lad, mair rich than I,

Has win your love, and near your heart may lie. Well, bo't sae, friend !-- I shall say nathing mair. But I've twa sonsy lasses, young and fair,

I looo my father, cousin Meg I love ; Plump, ripe for men : I wish ye cou'd foresee

But to this day nae man my heart cou'd move. Sic fortunes for them might bring joy to me.

Except my kin, ilk lad 's alike to me,
SIR WILLIAM.

And frae ye a' I best had keep me free.
Nae mair thro' secrets can I sift,
Till darkness black the bent ;

How lang, dear Jenny ?- sayna that again ;
I have but anes a day that gift,

What pleasure can ye tak in giving pain ?
Sae rest a while content.

I'm glad, however, that ye yet stand free ;

Wha kens but ye may rue, and pity mo?
Elspa, cast on the claith, fetch butt some meat,
And of your best gar this auld stranger eat.

Ye have my pity else, to see you set

On that whilk makes our sweetness soon forget. Delay a while your hospitable care ;

Wow ! but we're bonny, good, and everything! I'd rather enjoy this evening calm and fair,

How sweet we breathe whene'er we kiss or sing ! Around yon ruined tower to fetch a walk,

But we're nae sooner fools to give consent, With you, kind friend, to have some private talk. Than we our daffin and tint power repent ;

When prisoned in four wa's, a wife right tame, Soon as you please I'll answer your desire :

Altho' the first, the greatest drudge at hame.
And, Glaud, you 'll tak your pipe beside the fire ;
We'll but gae round the place, and soon be back,

That only happens when for sake of gear
Syne sup together, and tak our pint and crack.

Ane wales a wife, as he would buy a mare ;

Or when dull parents bairns together bind I'll out a while, and see the young anes play ; Of different tempers, that can ne'er prove kind ; My heart's still light, albeit my locks be gray. But love, true downright love, engages me,

[Ereunt. ] | Tho' thou should scorn, still to delight in thee.

ROGER.

SYNON.

JENNY.

SIR WILLIAM.

SYMON.

ROGER.

GLAUD.

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