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The GENTLE SHEPHERD.
My Vtggy fpcaksfac fwtetly
Whens'cr rue meet alanc,
I ruijij nae mair, to Ir,y my care,
I rw\fh nae nuiir, of a’ that's rare,
My Pe^gy [pealsfaefweetly
To a' the 'lave I’m cauUl!
ButJhe gars all my [pints glow
At waking of the fauld.
3fy Peggy /milesfae lir.tlly
Whene'er 1 rvhifper lcue.
That 1 look down on a' the town.
That I look down upon a crown.
3Jy Peggy /miles fete kindly.
It makes me hlythe and huuld;
j!nd naething gies me fc delight
As waking of the fauld.
My ^gy/ngs fae fa/ly.
When on my pipe I play ;
By a' the reft it is confef'd
By a' the ref, that jhe finys lef :
My PeggyJtngsfte/aftly,
Sind in her fags are tald,
Wi' bnnocetist the wale of[erf,
At waking of the fauld.
THIS funny morning, Roger, cheats my blood.
And puts a* nature in a jovial mood.
How hartfome is’t to fee the riling plants,
To hear the birds chirm o’er their plealh g rants !
How halefome' is’t to fnuff the caw’er air,
And a’ the fweets k.bears when void of care !
V/hat ails thee, Roger, then ? What gars thee grane ?
Tell me the enufe of thy ill feafon’d pain.
Roger I’m born, O Patie! to a thrawart fate;
I’m born to drive vvt’ hardthips fad and great.
Tempefts may ceafe to jaw the rowand flood,
Corbies and tods to grien for lambkins blood :
Bnt I, opprell with never-ending grief,
Maun ay defpak of lighting on relief.