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I've feen the forefl: adorned the foremofl:
With flowers of the faireft, mod pleafant and gay ;
Sae bonny was theii? blooming, their fcent the aii- perfuming
But now tiiey are withered, and weeded away.
I've feen the mornuig with gold the hills adorning,
And loud tempeft ftorming before the mid-day ;
I've feen Tuxed's Hlver dream* (hining in the fanny beams,
Grow drumly and dark as they roll'd on their way.
- O 'fickle fortune ! why this cruel fporting ?
O why ftill perplex us, poor fons of a day ?
Nae mair your fmiles can cheer me, nae mair your frowns
can fear me,
For the fiowers cf the forell are withered away.

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