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The GENTLE SHEPHERD. 19
Between twa birks out o’er a little lin,
The water fa’s, and makes a lingand din;
A pool breaft-aeep beneath, as clear as glafs,
Kiffes with eafy whirles the bordring grafs:
We’ll end our wafhing while the morning’s cool.
And ^hen the day grows het, we’if to the pool,
There walh our fells. ’Tis healthfou now in May,
And fweetly cauler on fo warm a day.
Jenny.
* Daft lallie, when we’re naked, what’ll ye fay
Gift our twa herds come brattling down the brae.
And fee us fae ? that jeering fallow Pate
Wad taunting fay, Haith lafles, ye’re no blate.
9 Peggy.
We’re far frae ony road, and out of fight;
The lads they’re feeding fir beyont the hight:
But tell me now, dear Jenny, (we’re our lane)
What gars ye plague your wooer with difdain ?
The neighbours a’ tent this as well as I,
That P..oger loes you, yet ye care na by.
What ails ye at him ? troth between us twa.
He’s wordy you the beft day e’er you faw.
Jenny.
I dinna like him, Peggy; there’s an end:
A herd mai'r fheepilh yet I never ken’d.
He kames his hair indeed, and gaes right fnug,
With ribbon knots at his blew bonnet-lug.;
Whilk penlily he wears a thought a jee,
And fpreads his garters dic’d beneath his knee:
He faulds his owrlay down his breaft with care,
And few gangs trigger to the kirk or fair.
For a’ that, he can neither ling nor fay,
Except, How d’ye ? or. There's a bonny day.