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Nor yet the tenty curious lad,
For hence arise
Baith bauld and wise.
The bonny lasses, as they spin,
Perhaps with Allan's sangs begin,
How Tay and Tweed smooth flowing rin
Thro'flowery hows; Where shepherd lads their sweethearts win
With earnest vows.
Or may be, Burns, thy thrilling page
In concert join,
Improves the mind.
Long may their harmless, simple ways,
Of purest love,
May May still each fond attachment glow,
O'er woods, o'er streams, o'er hills of snow
May rugged rocks still dearer grow,
And may their souls Even love the warlock glens which through
The tempest howls.
To eternize such themes as these,
And high in fame,
Thy patriot name.
While all the venal tribes decay,
Thy works shall gain
And lasting reign.
When winter binds the harden'd plains,
And anxious say
And Burns's Lay!
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
J. M'Critry, Printer, Hcugkton-itiut, LivcrJtU.