AN ECLOGUE. SANDIE. Ance I could hear the laverock's shrill-tun'd throat, And listen to the clatt'ring gowdspink's note; To owsen as they till'd my raggit clay; To sowf a tune I'll never crook my mou. WILLIE. Foul fa' me gif your bridal had na been Nae langer bygane than sin' Hallowe'en, I cou'd hae tell'd you but a warlock's art, That some daft lightlyin' quean had stown your heart; Our beasties here will tak their e'ening pluck, An' now sin' Jock's gane hame the byres to muck, AN ECLOGUE. Fain would I houp my friend will be inclin'd Heh! Sandie, lad, what dool's come owre ye now, ̈. SANDIE. Ah! Willie, Willie, I may date my wae Frae what beted me on my bridal day ; Sair may I rue the hour in which our hands WILLIE. Ah! Sandie, aften hae I heard you tell, Amang the lasses a' she bure the bell; AN ECLOGUE. And say, the modest glances o' her e'en SANDIE. Before I married her, I'll tak my aith, Her tongue was never louder than her breath; But now it's turn'd sae souple and sae bauld, That Job himsel could scarcely thole the scauld. WILLIE. Let her yelp on, be you as calm's a mouse, Nor let your whisht be heard into the house; Do what she can, or be as loud's she please, Ne'er mind her flytes, but set your heart at ease, Sit down and blaw your pipe, nor faush your thumb, An' there's my hand she'll tire, and soon sing dumb; ་་་་་་ AN ECLOGUE. Sooner shou'd Winter's cauld confine the sea, SANDIE. Weel cou'd I this abide, but oh! I fear And on the naked yird their milkness spill ; AN ECLOGUE. Before the seed I sell'd my ferra cow, An' wi' the profit coft a stane o' woo': I thought, by priggin, that she might hae spun She pawn'd the very trunchers frae my bink.. WILLIE. Her tea! ah! wae betide sic costly gear, Or them that ever wad the price o't spear, |