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THE MAID THAT TENDS THE GOATS.
THE SONG WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK
BY BURNS.
Hark ! the mavis' evening sang,
Sounding Clouden's woods amang ;
Then a-faulding let us gang,*
My bonnie dearie.
Ca' the ewes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca 1 them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie, bonnie, dearie.
Ca' them where the burn rows,
My bonnie dearie.
We'll gae down by Clouden-side,
Through the hazels spreading wide
O'er the waves, that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly. Ca' the ewes, fyc.
Yonder Clouden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery. Co 1 the ewes, fyc.
Gaist nor bogle shalt thou fear,
Thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear,
Nought of ill may come thee near,
My bonnie dearie. Co 1 the ewes, Sfc.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart,
I can die — but carina part,
My bonnie dearie !
Ca 1 the ewes, fyc.
* Faulding, to shut sheep in the fold.
SONG FOR THE SAME AIR.
WRITTEN BY MR DUDGEON.
Up amang yon cliffy rocks,
Sweetly rings the rising echo,
To the maid that tends the goats,
Lilting o'er her native notes.
Hark ! she sings, young Sandy's kind,
And he's promised ay to lo'e me ;
Here's a broach, I ne'er shall tine't,
Till he's fairly married to me.
Drive away, ye drone Time,
And bring about our bridal day.
Sandy herds a flock o' sheep,
Aften does he blaw the whistle,
In a strain sae saftly sweet,
Lammies list'ning darena bleat :
He's as fleet's the mountain roe,
Hardy as the Highland heather,
Wading through the winter snow,
Keeping ay his flock tbegither ;
But a plaid wi' bare hoghs,
He braves the bleakest norlin blast.
Rrawly can he dance and sing,
Canty glee or Highland cronach ;
Nane can ever match his fling
At a reel or round a ring.
Wightly can he wield a rung,
In a brawl he's ay the bangster }
A' his praise can ne'er be sung
By the langest winded sangster.
Sangs that do o' Sandy sing
Come short, though they were e'er sae lang.