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the untry ss

sir, when the hay was awn,

and rn wav&039;d green ilka field,

while cver bloos white o&039;er the lea

and roses bw ilka beild!

blythe bessie the ilkg shiel,

says—“i&039;ll be wed, e o&039;t what will”:

out spake a da wrkled eild;

“o&039; gude advisent es nae ill

“it&039;s ye hae wooers ony ane,

and ssie, ye&039;re but young ye ken;

then wait a wee, and cannie wale

a routhie butt, a routhie ben;

there&039;s johnie o&039; the bkie-glen,

fu&039; is his barn, fu&039; is his byre;

take this frae , y bonie hen,

it&039;s plenty beets the ver&039;s fire”

“for johnie o&039; the bkie-glen,

i dna care a sgle flie;

he lo&039;es sae weel his craps and kye,

he has nae love to spare for ;

but blythe&039;s the blk o&039; robie&039;s e&039;e,

and weel i wat he lo&039;es dear:

ae blk o&039; hi i wad na gie

for bkie-glen and a&039; his ar”

“o thoughtless ssie, life&039;s a faught;

the canniest gate, the strife is sair;

but aye fu&039;—han&039;t is fecht&039; best,

a hungry care&039;s an un care:

but will spend and will spare,

an&039; wilfu&039; folk aun hae their will;

syne as ye brew, y aiden fair,

keep d that ye aun drk the yill”

“o ar will buy rigs o&039; nd,

and ar will buy sheep and kye;

but the tender heart o&039; lee love,

the gowd and siller canna buy;

we ay be poor—robie and i—

light is the burden love ys on;

ntent and love brgs peace and joy—

what air hae eens upon a throne?”