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THE SUN had clos'd the winter day	A
The curless quat their roarin play	A
And hunger'd maukin taen her way	A
To kail yards green	B
While faithless snaws ilk step betray	A
Whare she has been	C
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The thresher's weary flingin tree	D
The lee lang day had tired me	D
And when the day had clos'd his e'e	D
Far i' the west	E
Ben i' the spence right pensivelie	A
I gaed to rest	E
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There lanely by the ingle cheek	F
I sat and ey'd the spewing reek	F
That fill'd wi' hoast provoking smeek	F
The auld clay biggin	C
An' heard the restless rattons squeak	F
About the riggin	C
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All in this mottie misty clime	D
I backward mus'd on wasted time	D
How I had spent my youthfu' prime	D
An' done nae thing	F
But stringing blethers up in rhyme	D
For fools to sing	F
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Had I to guid advice but harkit	E
I might by this hae led a market	E
Or strutted in a bank and clarkit	E
My cash account	E
While here half mad half fed half sarkit	E
Is a' th' amount	E
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I started mutt'ring blockhead coof	G
And heav'd on high my waukit loof	G
To swear by a' yon starry roof	G
Or some rash aith	H
That I henceforth wad be rhyme proof	G
Till my last breath	H
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When click the string the snick did draw	I
An' jee the door gaed to the wa'	A
An' by my ingle lowe I saw	I
Now bleezin bright	E
A tight outlandish hizzie braw	I
Come full in sight	E
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Ye need na doubt I held my whisht	E
The infant aith half form'd was crusht	E
I glowr'd as eerie's I'd been dusht	E
In some wild glen	C
When sweet like honest Worth she blusht	E
An' stepp d ben	C
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Green slender leaf clad holly boughs	J
Were twisted gracefu' round her brows	J
I took her for some Scottish Muse	K
By that same token	C
And come to stop those reckless vows	J
Would soon been broken	C
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A hair brain'd sentimental trace	L
Was strongly mark d in her face	L
A wildly witty rustic grace	L
Shone full upon her	I
Her eye ev'n turn'd on empty space	L
Beam'd keen with honour	I
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Down flow'd her robe a tartan sheen	C
Till half a leg was scrimply seen	C
An' such a leg my bonie Jean	C
Could only peer it	E
Sae straught sae taper tight an' clean	C
Nane else came near it	E
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Her mantle large of greenish hue	M
My gazing wonder chiefly drew	M
Deep lights and shades bold mingling threw	M
A lustre grand	E
And seem'd to my astonish'd view	M
A well known land	E
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Here rivers in the sea were lost	E
There mountains to the skies were toss't	E
Here tumbling billows mark'd the coast	E
With surging foam	D
There distant shone Art's lofty boast	E
The lordly dome	D
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Here Doon pour'd down his far fetch'd floods	N
There well fed Irwine stately thuds	N
Auld hermit Ayr staw thro' his woods	N
On to the shore	I
And many a lesser torrent scuds	N
With seeming roar	I
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Low in a sandy valley spread	E
An ancient borough rear'd her head	E
Still as in Scottish story read	E
She boasts a race	N
To ev'ry nobler virtue bred	E
And polish'd grace	N
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By stately tow'r or palace fair	I
Or ruins pendent in the air	I
Bold stems of heroes here and there	I
I could discern	C
Some seem'd to muse some seem'd to dare	I
With feature stern	C
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My heart did glowing transport feel	A
To see a race heroic wheel	A
And brandish round the deep dyed steel	A
In sturdy blows	N
While back recoiling seem'd to reel	A
Their Suthron foes	N
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His Country's Saviour mark him well	A
Bold Richardton's heroic swell	A
The chief on Sark who glorious fell	A
In high command	E
And he whom ruthless fates expel	A
His native land	E
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There where a sceptr'd Pictish shade	E
Stalk'd round his ashes lowly laid	E
I mark'd a martial race pourtray'd	E
In colours strong	F
Bold soldier featur'd undismay'd	E
They strode along	F
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Thro' many a wild romantic grove	G
Near many a hermit fancied cove	G
Fit haunts for friendship or for love	G
In musing mood	E
An aged Judge I saw him rove	G
Dispensing good	E
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With deep struck reverential awe	A
The learned Sire and Son I saw	N
To Nature's God and Nature's law	N
They gave their lore	I
This all its source and end to draw	N
That to adore	I
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Brydon's brave ward I well could spy	O
Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye	O
Who call'd on Fame low standing by	O
To hand him on	C
Where many a patriot name on high	O
And hero shone	C
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DUAN SECONDWith musing deep astonish'd stare	I
I view'd the heavenly seeming Fair	I
A whispering throb did witness bear	I
Of kindred sweet	E
When with an elder sister's air	I
She did me greet	E
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All hail my own inspired bard	E
In me thy native Muse regard	E
Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard	E
Thus poorly low	A
I come to give thee such reward	E
As we bestow	A
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Know the great genius of this land	E
Has many a light aerial band	E
Who all beneath his high command	E
Harmoniously	E
As arts or arms they understand	E
Their labours ply	O
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They Scotia's race among them share	I
Some fire the soldier on to dare	I
Some rouse the patriot up to bare	I
Corruption's heart	E
Some teach the bard a darling care	I
The tuneful art	E
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'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore	I
They ardent kindling spirits pour	I
Or 'mid the venal senate's roar	I
They sightless stand	E
To mend the honest patriot lore	I
And grace the hand	E
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And when the bard or hoary sage	P
Charm or instruct the future age	P
They bind the wild poetric rage	P
In energy	E
Or point the inconclusive page	P
Full on the eye	O
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Hence Fullarton the brave and young	F
Hence Dempster's zeal inspired tongue	F
Hence sweet harmonious Beattie sung	F
His 'Minstrel lays'	N
Or tore with noble ardour stung	F
The sceptic's bays	N
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To lower orders are assign'd	E
The humbler ranks of human kind	E
The rustic bard the lab'ring hind	E
The artisan	C
All choose as various they're inclin'd	E
The various man	C
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When yellow waves the heavy grain	C
The threat'ning storm some strongly rein	C
Some teach to meliorate the plain	C
With tillage skill	A
And some instruct the shepherd train	C
Blythe o'er the hill	A
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Some hint the lover's harmless wile	A
Some grace the maiden's artless smile	A
Some soothe the lab'rer's weary toil	A
For humble gains	N
And make his cottage scenes beguile	A
His cares and pains	N
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Some bounded to a district space	N
Explore at large man's infant race	N
To mark the embryotic trace	N
Of rustic bard	E
And careful note each opening grace	N
A guide and guard	E
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Of these am I Coila my name	D
And this district as mine I claim	D
Where once the Campbells chiefs of fame	D
Held ruling power	I
I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame	D
Thy natal hour	I
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With future hope I oft would gaze	N
Fond on thy little early ways	N
Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase	N
In uncouth rhymes	N
Fir'd at the simple artless lays	N
Of other times	N
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I saw thee seek the sounding shore	I
Delighted with the dashing roar	I
Or when the North his fleecy store	I
Drove thro' the sky	O
I saw grim Nature's visage hoar	I
Struck thy young eye	O
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Or when the deep green mantled earth	H
Warm cherish'd ev'ry floweret's birth	H
And joy and music pouring forth	H
In ev'ry grove	G
I saw thee eye the general mirth	H
With boundless love	G
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When ripen'd fields and azure skies	N
Call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise	N
I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys	N
And lonely stalk	F
To vent thy bosom's swelling rise	N
In pensive walk	F
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When youthful love warm blushing strong	F
Keen shivering shot thy nerves along	F
Those accents grateful to thy tongue	F
Th' ador d Name	D
I taught thee how to pour in song	F
To soothe thy flame	D
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I saw thy pulse's maddening play	A
Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way	A
Misled by Fancy's meteor ray	A
By passion driven	C
But yet the light that led astray	A
Was light from Heaven	C
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I taught thy manners painting strains	N
The loves the ways of simple swains	N
Till now o'er all my wide domains	N
Thy fame extends	N
And some the pride of Coila's plains	N
Become thy friends	N
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Thou canst not learn nor I can show	A
To paint with Thomson's landscape glow	A
Or wake the bosom melting throe	A
With Shenstone's	N