FRAE fields where Spring her sweets has blawn
Wi caller verdure owre the lawn,
The Gowdspink comes in new attire,
The brawest 'mang the whistling choir,
That, ere the sun can clear his een,
Wi' glib notes sane the Simmer's green.

Sure Nature herried mony a tree,
For spraings and bonny spats to thee :
Nae mair the rainbow can impart
Sic glowin ferlies o' her art,
Whase pencil wrought its freaks at will
- On thee, the sey-piece o' her skill.

Nae mair thro’ straths in Simmer dight
We seek the rose to bless our sight ;
Or bid the bonny wa'-flowers sprout
Os yonder ruin's lofty snout.



Thy shinin garments far outstrip
The cherries upo' Hebe's lip,
And fool the tints that Nature chose
To busk and paint the crimson rose.

'Mang men, wae’s-heart! we aften find
The brawest drest want peace o' mind,
While he that gangs wi' ragged coat-
Is weel contentit wi' his lot.
Whan wand wi' glewy birdlime's set,
To steal far aff


dautit mate, Blyth wad ye change your cleeding gay , In lieu of lar'rock's sober

gray. In vain thro' woods

The envious treachery of man,
That wi' your gowden glister ta’en,
Still hunts you on the Simmer's plain,...
And traps you.'mang the sudden fa's
O' Winter's dreary, dreepin snaws.

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Now steekit frae the gowany field,
Frae ilka fav’rite houff and bield;
But mergh, alas ! to disengage
Your bonny buik frae fettering cage,
Your free-born bosom beats in vain
For darling liberty again.
In window hung, how aft we see
Thee keek around at warblers free,
That carol saft, and sweetly sing
Wi' a' the blythness o' the Spring ?
Like Tantalus they hing you here
To spy the glories of the year :
And tho' you're at the burnie's brink,
They douna suffer you to drink.

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Ah, Liberty ! thou bonny dame, How wildly wanton is thy stream Round whilk the birdies a' rejoice, An hail you wi' a gratefu' voice.

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The Gowdspink chatters joyous here,
And courts wi' gleesome sangs his

The mavis frae the new-bloom'd thorn
Begins his lauds at earest morn ;
And herd lowns loupin o'er the grass,
Need far less fleetchin to their lass,
Than paughty damsels bred at courts,
Wha thraw their mou's, and tak the dorts ;
But, reft of thee, fient flee we care
For a' that life ahint can spare.
The Gowdspink, that sae lang has kend
Thy happy sweets (his wonted friend),
Her sad confinement ill can brook
In some dark chaumer's dowie nook ;
Tho' Mary's hand his nebb supplies,
Unkend to hunger's painfu' cries,
Ev'n beauty canna cheer the heart
Frae life, frae liberty apart;
For now we tyne its wonted lay,
Sae lightsome, sweet, sae blythly gay


Thus Fortune aft a curse can gie, To wyle.us far frae liberty ; Then tent her syren smiles wha list, I'll ne'er envy your girnel's grist; For whan fair Freedom smiles nae mair, Care I for life ; Shame fa' the hair ; A field o'ergrown wi' rankest stubble, The essence o' a paltry bubble.

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