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a4S A C O L L E C T I O N
Syne lean'd her down ayont the fire.
And died for lack of fnifliitig.
Ye auld wives notice well this truth.
As foon as ye're paft mark of mouth.
Ne'er do what's only fit for youth.
And leave aff thouglits of fnifhing ;
Elfe, like this wife beyont the fire.
Your bairns againft: you will confpire.
Nor will ye get, unlefs ye hire,
A young man with your fnifbing.
SONG CGLXXVI.
Rural Felicity,
^ Favourite Nenv So7jg.
IN the morn as I walk'd thro' the meadj,
And tread on the carpet of green,
I viewM the fweet flock as they feed.
What equals the beautiful fcene ;
Thro' the groves as I pafs'd with delight,
In view of yon ever green pine j 1
What fenfation I feei at the fight
Of a profpeft fo rural and fine.
Hark the birds as they perch in the bough,
With melody pleafing the ear :
See the hind from afar with his plough,
Denoting the time of the year.
As I ftray'd thro' the neighbouring vale,
Encompafs'd by mountains fo high,
O what charms do I find in the day.
By the itream that runs bubbling by.
At the foot of yon fycamore tree
Sits the fliepherd a tuning his reed ;
W^hile his lambs frolic round him with g\€S^
His llieep along fide of him feed*