SONG CCCXLIX, Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
Wwith golden Rays enlight neth,
Hen Phoebus bright the azure Skies
He makes all Nature's Beauties rife,
Herbs, Trees and Flow'rs he quick'neth
Amongst all those he makes his Choice,
And with Delight goes thorow,
With radiant Beams and Silver Streams,
O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
When Aries the Day and Night
In equal Length divideth,
Auld frofty Saturn takes his Flight,
Nae langer he abideth :
Then Flora Queen, with Mantle 'green;
Cafts aff her former Sorrow,
And vows to dwell with Ceres fell,
In Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
Pan playing on his aiten Reed,
And Shepherds him attending,
Do here refort their Flocks to feed,
The Hills and Haughs commending
With Cur and Kent upon the Bent,
Sing to the Sun, good Morrow,"
And fwear nae Fields mair Pleafures yield,
Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
An House there ftands on Leader fide,
Surmounting my descriving,
With Rooms fae rare, and Windows fair,
Like Dedalus contriving
Men paffing by, do aften cry,
In footh it hath nae Marrow;
It ftands as sweet on Leader Side,
As Newark does on Tarrow.
A Mile below wha 'lifts to ride, or
They'll hear the Mavis finging
Into St. Leonard's Banks fhe'll bide,
Sweet Birks her Head o'er-hinging 'I
The Lintwhite loud, and Progne proud,
With tuneful Throats and narrow,
Into St. Leonard's Banks they fing,
As fweetly as in Yarrow.
The Lapwing lilteth o'er the Lee,
With nimble Wing the sporteth,
But vows fhe'll flee far frae the Tree
Where Philomel reforteth:
By break of Day, the Lark can fay,
I'll bid you a good Morrow,
I'll ftreek my Wing, and mounting fing
O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow.
Park, Wanton-warus, and Woden-cleugh,
The Eaft and Western Mainses,
The Wood of Lauder's fair enough,
The Corns are good in Blainfbes,
Where Aits are fine, and faid be kind,
That if ye fearch all thorow
Mearns, Buchan, Mar, nane better are
Than Leader Haughs and Farrow.
In Burn Mill-bog, and Whitflade Shaws,
The fearful Hare the haunteth ;
Brig-baugh and Braidwoodsbeil the knaws,
And Chapel-wood frequenteth :
Yet when the irks to KaidЛly Birks,
She rins, and fighs for Sorrow,
That the thou'd leave fweet Leader Haugbi,
And cannot win to Tarrow.
What fweeter Mufick wad ye hear,
Than Hounds and Beigles crying?
The started Hare rins hard with Fear,
Upon her Speed relying.
But yet her Strength, it fails at length,
Nae beilding can the borrow
In Sorrel's Fields, Cleckman or Hag's,
And fighs to be in Yarrow,
For Rockwood, Ringwood, Spaty, Shag,
With Sight and Scent purfue her,
Till shher Pith begins to flag,
Nae Cunning can refcue her s
O'er Dub and Dike, o'er Seugh and Syke,
She'll rin the Fields all thorow,
'Till fail'd the fa's in Leader Haughs,
And bids farewel to Yarrow.
Sing Erflington, and Cowden-knows,
Where Homes had anes commanding;
And Drygrange with the Milkwhite Ews,
"Twixt Tweed and Leader ftanding:
The Bird that flees throw Reedpath Trees,
And Gledfwood Banks ilk Morrow,
May chant and fing, fweet Leader Haughs,
And bonny Howms of Yarrow.
But Minstrel Burn cannot affuage
His Grief, while Life endureth,
To fee the Changes of this Age,
That fleeting Time procureth;
For mony a Place ftands in hard Cafe,
Where blyth Fowk hend nae Sorrow,
With Homes that dwelt on Leader Side,
And Scots, that dwelt on Yarrow.
SONG CCCL. Greenwood-trees
Arewel the World, and mortal Cares,
The ravifh'd Strephon cry'd,
As full of Joy and tender Tears
He lay by Phillis' Side:
Let others toil for Wealth and Fame,
Whilft not one Thought of mine
At any other Blifs fhall aim,
But thofe dear Arms of thine!
Still let me gaze on those bright Eyes,
And hear thy charming Tongue,
I nothing ask to fwell my Joys,
But thus to feel 'em long :
In clofe Embraces let us lie,
And fpend our Lives to come,
Then let us both together die,
And be each other's Tomb
SONG CCCLI. Bless'd as the, &c.
Thers falfe Tongues can you believe,
Yet not my truer fpeaking Eyes?
Mens Tongues Love teaches to deceive,
But with his Looks no Lover lies.
The less I boaft my real Flame,
The more my Paffion Truth bespeaks;
Not what the Tongue but Eyes proclaim,
Love's Infidel a Convert makes.
For Lovers, like profeffing Friends,
Are more believ'd, the lefs they fay;
Who more our artful Speeches minds,
Than Looks, does her own Faith betray.
Believe not my loud Rivals then,
Whilft they to thee fuch Love profess;
True Love is, like true Courage, feen,
But more as we pretend to't lefs.
SONG CCCLII. Had I the World, &c. Urfuing Beauty, Men defcry
The diftant Shore, and long to prove,
(Still richer in Variety)
The Treasure of the Land of Love. We Women, like weak Indians, stand Inviting, from our golden Coast, The wand'ring Rovers to our Land;
But fhe, who trades with 'em is loft. With humble Vows they firft begin, Stealing, unfeen, into the Heart; But by Poffeffion fettled in,
They quickly act another Part.
For Beads and Baubles we refign,
In Ignorance. our fhining Store ;
Discover Nature's richeft Mine,
And yet the Tyrants will have more,
Be wife, be wife, and do not try,
How he can court, or you be won ;
For Love is but Discovery,
When that is made, the Pleasure's done.
SONG CCCLIII. Dying Swan. Hen Cynthia faw Bathsheba's Charms
In wanton Colours dreft,
Those Lips, those killing Eyes, those Arms,
I dare not name the rest!
The blushing, envious, angry Maid,
Obferv'd with various Paffions toft,
To ev'ry vulgar Eye betray'd
The Beauties fhe alone could boaft.
A fatal Weapon forth fhe drew,
To check the curious Painter's Pride,
To veil thofe Charms the only knew,
Thofe Beauties only fhe could hide.
'Tis well, enamour'd Damon cry'd,
E'en let the paultry Copy fall,
By you the Lofs is well fupply'd,
In you we find th' Original.
SONG CCCLIV. The Soger Laddie.
Is over the Sea,
And he will bring Gold
And Money to me;
And when he comes hame,
He'll make me a Lady,
My Bleffing gang with
My Soger Laddie.
My doughty Laddie.
Is handsome and brave,
And can as a Soger
And Lover behave ;
True to his Country,
To Love he is fteady,
There's few to compare
With my Soger Laddie.
Shield him ye Angels,
Frae Death in Alarms,
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