S S O “Th V ”（2 / 3）

idly id,

i arked by, btlg trade,

fervid f,

beneath a patroness&039; aid,

of noble na

wild, untless hills i uld survey,

and untless flocks as wild as they;

but other scenes did chars dispy,

that better please,

where polish&039;d anners dwell with gray,

rural ease

where cessnock pours with gurglg und;

and ire, arkg out the bound,

enaour&039;d of the scenes around,

slow runs his race,

a na i doubly honour&039;d found,

with knightly grace

brydon&039;s brave ward, i saw hi stand,

fa hubly offerg her hand,

and near, his ksan&039;s rtic band,

with one aord,

ntg their te blessed nd

t chan its lord

the owner of a pleasant spot,

near and sandy wilds, i st did note;

a heart too war, a pulse too hot

at tis, o&039;erran:

but r ev&039;ry feature wrote,

appear&039;d the an

the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t

tune—“whare&039;ll our guidan lie”

o wha y babie-clouts will buy?

o wha will tent when i cry?

wha will kiss where i lie?

the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t

o wha will own he did the faut?

o wha will buy the groan aut?

o wha will tell how to ca&039;t?

the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t

when i ount the creepie-chair,

wha will sit beside there?

gie rob, i&039;ll seek nae air,

the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t

wha will crack to y ne?

wha will ak fidg&039; fa?

wha will kiss o&039;er aga?

the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t

here&039;s his health water

tune—“the job of journey-work”

altho&039; y back be at the wa&039;,

and tho&039; he be the fautor;

altho&039; y back be at the wa&039;,

yet, here&039;s his health water

o wae gae by his wanton sides,

sae brawlie&039;s he uld ftter;

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