The Scots musical museum . £heep,That feed upon the mountains fteep,Bleating fweetly as ye go,Thro the winters froft and fnow;Hart, and hynd,and fallow-deer,No be haf fo ufeful are:.Frae kings to him that hads the plow,Are all obligd to tarry woo. Up, ye fhepherds, dance and fleip,Oer the hills and valleys trip,Sing up the praife of tarry woo:Sing the flocks that bear it too:Harmlefs creatures, without blame,That dead the back and cram the wame,Keep us warm and hearty fou;Leefn me on the tarry woo. How happy is the fhepherds life,Far frae courts,and free of ftrife,While the gimmers bleat and b
The Scots musical museum . £heep,That feed upon the mountains fteep,Bleating fweetly as ye go,Thro the winters froft and fnow;Hart, and hynd,and fallow-deer,No be haf fo ufeful are:.Frae kings to him that hads the plow,Are all obligd to tarry woo. Up, ye fhepherds, dance and fleip,Oer the hills and valleys trip,Sing up the praife of tarry woo:Sing the flocks that bear it too:Harmlefs creatures, without blame,That dead the back and cram the wame,Keep us warm and hearty fou;Leefn me on the tarry woo. How happy is the fhepherds life,Far frae courts,and free of ftrife,While the gimmers bleat and bae,And the lambkins anfwer mae:No fuch mufic to his ear;. Of thief or fox he h„s no fear;Sturdy kent, and colly true,Well defend the tarry woo. He lives content, and envies none;Not even a monarch on his throne,Tho he the royal fceptre fways,Has not fweeter holidays,Whod be a king, can ony tell?When a fhepherd fings fae well,-Sinj>s fae well, and pays his due,WTith honeft heart and tarrv woo. 46 The Maid in Bedlam,. PPf i^ p i 3 P e morning- very ear_ly, one morning in the fpring, T chains fhe rat_tld on her hands, while fweeflv thus fung fhe, I ^ -1 m m r r m n \ PP i Pf fe=ff J3E P ?= love my love, becaufe I know, my love loves me, -* -~£z * f . 3 Oh. cruel wer; his parents, who fent my love to fea; And cruel, crur I, was the fhip that bore my love from me, Yet I love his parents, fince theyre his, although theyve ruincl me; For T lov« rry love, &c. Oi fhould it p-eafe the pitying powrs to call mi to the fky,Id claim a guardian angels charge,around my lov< tc fly,For to guard him from all dangers, how happy fhould I be 1. For I l/yfb my love, &c. Ill make a ftrawy garland, Ill make it wondrous fine,With rofes, lillies, dailies, Ill mix the eglantine:And Ill prefent it to my love, when he returns from I love my love, &c. O if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaft;Or if I were a nightingale, to fing my love to reft;To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all m
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