. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. i ^t\t (JJlj^inptrp. (352) Tune—Killkrankie. On wha will to Saint Stephens house, To do our errands there, man ?Oh wha will to Saint Stephens hous(^ O th merry lads of Ayr, man ?Or will we send a man-o-law ? Or will we send a sodger ?Or him wha led oer Scotland a The meikle Ursa-Major ? Come, will ye court a noble lord. Or buy a score o lairds, man ?For worth and honour pawn their word, Thdir vote shall be Glencairds, man ?Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine, Anither gies them clatter ;Anbank, wha guessd the ladies taste. He gies a F
. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. i ^t\t (JJlj^inptrp. (352) Tune—Killkrankie. On wha will to Saint Stephens house, To do our errands there, man ?Oh wha will to Saint Stephens hous(^ O th merry lads of Ayr, man ?Or will we send a man-o-law ? Or will we send a sodger ?Or him wha led oer Scotland a The meikle Ursa-Major ? Come, will ye court a noble lord. Or buy a score o lairds, man ?For worth and honour pawn their word, Thdir vote shall be Glencairds, man ?Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine, Anither gies them clatter ;Anbank, wha guessd the ladies taste. He gies a Fete Champetre. ■Wlien Love and Beauty heard the news. The gay green-woods amang, man ;Where,gathering flowers and busking bowers, They heard the blackbirds sang, man:A vow, they seald it with a kiss Sir Politics to theirs alone, the patent-bliss. To hold a Fete Champetre. Then mounted ]\Iirth, on gleesome wing,Owre hill and dale she flew, man; Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal glen and shaw she knew, maa :. U ME IN -THIK AE ^ICtHT. ■ I LOVELY POLLY STEWART. 225 She summond every social sprite. That sports by wood or water,On th boniiie banks of Ayr to meet. And keep this Ffite Champetre. Cauld Boreas, wi his boisterous crew, AVere bound to stakes like kye, mau :And C^nithias car, o silver fu, Clamb up the starry sky, man :Reflected beams dwell in the streams. Or down the current shatter;The western breeze steals through the trees To view this Fete Champetre. Dow many a robe sae gaily floats I AMiat sparkling jewels glance, man 1To Harmonys enchanting notes, As moves the mazy dance, echoing wood, the winding flood. Like Paradise did glitter,AAhen angels met, at Adams yett, To hold their Fete Champetre. When Politics came there to mix And make his ether-stane, man :He circled round the magic ground. But entrance found he nane, man : (353)He blushed for shame, he quat his name. Forswore it, every letter,Wi humble prayer to join and share This
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