HALLOW FAIR. A wee soup drink does unco weel, It's gude, as lang's a canny chiel But gin a birkie's owre weel sair'd, It To pleys that bring him to the guard, And eke the council-chaumir Wi' shame that day. DDE TO THE BEE. HERDS! blithesome tune your canty reeds, And welcome to the gowany meads A stranger to the green sae lang. The bounties o' the gleesome year, The trees in simmer cleedin drest, The hillocks in their greenest vest, The brawest flow'rs rejoic'd we see Disclose their sweets, and ca' on thee, Blithely to skim on wanton wing Thro' a' the fairy haunts o' Spring. ODE TO THE BEE. Whan fields hae gat their dewy gift, Then gang your wa's thro' hight and howe, To ding sad poortith frae the door. Cou'd feckless creature, man, be wise, The simmer o' his life to prize, In winter he might fend fu' bauld, Wha lade their scape wi' winter stock. Auld age maist feckly glowrs right dour Upo' the ailings o' the poor, Wha houp for nae comforting, save That dowie, dismal house, the grave. ་་་་་་ Then, feeble man, be wise; tak tent Frae this the human race may learn Reflection's hiney'd draps to earn, Whether they tramp life's thorny way,.. Or thro' the sunny vineyard stray. ODE TO THE BEE. Wi' ladin to your busy thighs, And ilka shrub surround my cell, Like thee, by Fancy wing'd, the Musc Scuds ear' an' heartsome owre the dews, Fu' vogie, an' fou blithe to crap The winsome flowers frae Nature's lap, Twinin her livin garlands there, That lyart Time can ne'er impair. |