A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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39t ; ; The farmer now comes ben the house^ Whilk o' then- gabbin makes a truce, 'The lads and lasses a' grow douse^ And spare their din ; For true's tlie tale, " Well kens the mouse When pussie's in !'* And syne he does his orders gi'e. And says, " Ye'll busy need to be. The fallowing yon field, I see, Taks unco force But gae awa' e'en now," quo' he, " And meat the horse." While I descrive this happy spot, The supper mauna be forgot : — Now lasses round the ingle trot To mak the brose. And swankies they link aff the pot. To hain their joes. The dishes set on unspread table. To answer nature's wants are able. Round caps and plates the cutties sable Are flung ding dang The lads and lasses to enable Their wames to pang. They a' thrang round tiie lang board now^, Whare there is meat for ilka mou' Hire-men their hats and bonnets pu' Upo' their face. But gentle foiiks think shame to bow. Or say a grace. :

393 ; ; O here are joys uninternip'. Far hence is pleasure's gangrene cup Clear-blooded health tends ilka sup O' simple diet But flies awa' frae keeping't up. And midnight riot. When supper's o'er and thanks are gi'eii, Mirth dances round wi' canty mein. In daffin, and in gabbin keen An hour they pass And ilka lad, wi' pawky een. Looks at his lass. But Morpheus begins to chap. And bids them a' gae tak a nap And whan they've sleepit like a tap. They rise to wark. Like Phoebus out o' Thetis' lap. As blyth's a lark. END OF VOLUME FIRST. : ; LEITH: Printed by Gilchkist & Heriot.

393<br />

; ;<br />

O here are joys uninternip'.<br />

Far hence is pleasure's gangrene cup<br />

Clear-blooded health tends ilka sup<br />

O' simple diet<br />

But flies awa' frae keeping't up.<br />

And midnight riot.<br />

When supper's o'er <strong>and</strong> thanks are gi'eii,<br />

Mirth dances round wi' canty mein.<br />

In daffin, <strong>and</strong> in gabbin keen<br />

An hour they pass<br />

And ilka lad, wi' pawky een.<br />

Looks at his lass.<br />

But Morpheus begins to chap.<br />

And bids them a' gae tak a nap<br />

And whan they've sleepit like a tap.<br />

They rise to wark.<br />

Like Phoebus out o' Thetis' lap.<br />

As blyth's a lark.<br />

END OF VOLUME FIRST.<br />

:<br />

;<br />

LEITH:<br />

Printed by Gilchkist & Heriot.

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