The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
Amongst all those he makes his choice, And with delight goes thorow, With radiant beams, the silver streams Of Leader Haughs and Yarrow. When Aries the day and night In equal length divideth, And frosty Saturn takes his flight, Nae langer he abideth ; Then Flora queen, with mantle green, Casts afF her former sorrow, And vows to dwell with Ceres' sell, In Leader Haughs and Yarrow. Pan, playing on his aiten reed. And shepherds, him attending, Do here resort, their flocks to feed, The hills and haughs commending ; With cur and kent, upon the bent, Sing to the sun. Good-morrow, And swear nae fields mair pleasures yields Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. A house there stands on Leader side. Surmounting my descriving, With rooms sae rare, and windows fair, Like Daedalus' contriving Men passing by do aften cry. In sooth it hath no marrow ; It stands as fair on Leader side, As Newark does on Yarrow. massive beauties of its architecture from the Duke of Lauderdale, who built it, as the date above the door-way testifies, in the year 1674. The song must therefore have been composed since that era. It was printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany ; which, taken in connexion with the last stanza, seems to point out that it was written at some of the periods of national commotion between the reign of the last Charles and the first George—probably the Union. The Blainslie oats are still in repute, being used in many places for seed ; and Lauderdale still boasts of all the other pleasant farms and estates whicbi are here so endearingly commemorated by the poet.
345 A mile below, who lists to ride, Will hear the mavis singing ; Into St Leonard's banks she bides, Sweet birks her head owerhinging. The lint-white loud, and Progne proud, With tuneful throats and narrow, Into St Leonard's banks they sing, As sweetly as in Yarrow, The lapwing lilteth ower the lea. With nimble wing she sporteth ; But vows she'll flee far from the tree Where Philomel resorteth By break of day the lark can say, I'll bid you a good morrow ; I'll stretch my wing, and, mounting, sing O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow. Park, Wanton- wa's, and Wooden-cleuch, The East and Wester Mainses, The wood of Lauder 's fair eneuch, The corns are good in the Blainslies : There aits are fine, and said by kind. That if ye search all thorough Mearns, Buchan, Marr, nane better are Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. In Bum-mill-bog and Whitslaid Shaws, The fearful hare she haunteth ; Brig-haugh and Braidwoodshiel she knaws. And Chapel wood frequenteth : Yet, when she irks, to Kaidslie Birks, She rins, and sighs for sorrow. That she should leave sweet Leader Haughs, And cannot win to Yarrow. What sweeter music wad ye hear. Than hounds and beagles crying ?
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Amongst all those he makes his choice,<br />
And with delight goes thorow,<br />
With radiant beams, the silver streams<br />
Of Leader Haughs and Yarrow.<br />
When Aries the day and night<br />
In equal length divideth,<br />
And frosty Saturn takes his flight,<br />
Nae langer he abideth ;<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Flora queen, with mantle green,<br />
Casts afF her former sorrow,<br />
And vows to dwell with Ceres' sell,<br />
In Leader Haughs and Yarrow.<br />
Pan, playing on his aiten reed.<br />
And shepherds, him attending,<br />
Do here resort, their flocks to feed,<br />
<strong>The</strong> hills and haughs commending ;<br />
With cur and kent, upon the bent,<br />
Sing to the sun. Good-morrow,<br />
And swear nae fields mair pleasures yields<br />
Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow.<br />
A house there stands on Leader side.<br />
Surmounting my descriving,<br />
With rooms sae rare, and windows fair,<br />
Like Daedalus' contriving<br />
Men passing by do aften cry.<br />
In sooth it hath no marrow ;<br />
It stands as fair on Leader side,<br />
As Newark does on Yarrow.<br />
massive beauties <strong>of</strong> its architecture from the Duke <strong>of</strong> Lauderdale, who<br />
built it, as the date above the door-way testifies, in the year 1674. <strong>The</strong><br />
song must therefore have been composed since that era. It was printed in<br />
the Tea-Table Miscellany ; which, taken in connexion with the last stanza,<br />
seems to point out that it was written at some <strong>of</strong> the periods <strong>of</strong> national<br />
commotion between the reign <strong>of</strong> the last Charles and the first George—probably<br />
the Union.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Blainslie oats are still in repute, being used in many places for seed ;<br />
and Lauderdale still boasts <strong>of</strong> all the other pleasant farms and estates whicbi<br />
are here so endearingly commemorated by the poet.