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How I wad mourn, when it was torn By autumn wild, and winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. July 1793. I assure you, my dear Sir, that you truly hurt me with your pecuniary parcel. It degrades me in my own eyes.
In our proud young days, When the gowany braes Kenn'd the feet o' my love and me, Some ill-matched carle would girn and say "Puir things! wi' a twalmonth's marriage, and ye Will find love like a snaw-ba' decay." Stupid auld carle leein' auld carle His mother spained him wi' a canker-worm. In our auld, auld days, like gowany braes, Our love unchang'd, has its youthfu' form.
Belyve,* the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun'; Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie * errand to a neebor town: Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e Comes hame, perhaps, to show a braw new gown, Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.
It's not a bad thing a while wi' a lass after the horses are bedded and foddered, but horses first; and as for Joseph" his smile broadened until I could see his teeth "if it had been Dauvit the leddy had met on the stair, the meenisters wid never hiv heard a cheep about it. . . . "It's a fine lesson yon, I aye think, for auld men to be preaching, but deevil a word about their ain youthfu' rants.
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