Happy, like Damon *, had he found
Gay PEGGY, with her sparkling "een,"
As here she bathed her lovely form,
When tired with washing on the green:
Though much I doubt if Patrick had,
Like modest Damon, stole from sight;
He'd "brattled," rather, " down the brae,"
And laught to see her in a fright:

Then, when he'd meet her with her friends,
She blushed, looked down, and nought could say,
He'd torture with his artful jeers,
Till, as he'd wished, she stole away.
Whilst in the shape of cheerful lark,
Still lively, o'er this place you sing;
Or goldfinch-like these birches haunt,
And with shrill music make it ring;
O may I oft, to share thy glee,
Here wish my heated limbs to cool;
Thy Hur protect my cloaths, whilst I
Enraptured plunge into the pool;
As those who into Lethé dive,
And there forget fatigue, and pain,
Imbibe thy spirits as I swim,
And, thus, a new existence gain!

Of equal use, in winter storms;

And in the heats of sultry days;

* In Thomson's Seasons. See the Description of Habbie's How.

Simple, and rural is thy HuT;

But merit only calls for praise.

PEGGY'S MYLL, below the CARLINE'S LOUPIS.

A Ballad;

CONTAINAND the hystorie o' the Myll-a description of it-its stanss-and of the howm forenent it.— Of the impudence o' myller Jok quhan Kate trampit at the edge o' the howm-and of the zearly meetand on it, below the Pyper's Know. Als alswo how Bess Bamphray maist lost a husband on the road haim to her midder's cot-house at Monk's Haugh; and how a ghaist gat her ane against hys wyll.-Togydder wi' a fryendly hynt tae zoung lasses—an observation on the uncertain issues o' schemes and projects the uselessness o' envy-and mony odder thyngs whylk the auld-farrand wyll not myss tae notys in bygaand.

QUHAN Patie gat Sir William's lands,
The auld corn myll at Carlopis

Was sair fa'n into disrepair,

Frae th' pit-whiel tae its ruif-topis;

Tho' on the Uisge, in Roger's farm,

It, ance, bayth late and early,

Below the mouth o' Mause's glenn,

Culd grynd aits, pease, an' barley :

At t'idder mouth atween its rokkis
Thys honest wyse auld wydow
Amang the haws had, synce, hir cruve
Be-north the grene and meadow *.

He wrychtis and masonis set to wark,
He wair't on't muckle syller,

He chang❜t its name to PEGGY'S MYLL,
And Roger gat a myller :

The myller's name is Mathew Meal,

Jok Duist is Mathew's servant,

Quho, wi' hys maister's, hys ain dues

To draw is maist observant :

To Mathew Meal the multuris fa';

Jok Duist gets a' the sequels,

The knaveschipis, bannocks, gowpens or lokis;

For suckent, it has nae equals.

Its wa's are whyter, now, than snaw;

The staneis are layde fu' neitly;

* See the Gentle Shepherd, Act 5. Scene 1. ; the Description of Mause's Cottage; and the Map.

+ Extent of thirlage, or astricted grounds.

And' a' the fo'k als they zie bye,
Crye, ferlyan, O how staytly!

Its ruif's now blew wi' bonny sklateis
That skinkle o'er wi' dimonts;

An' ay the jawps flee frae the whiel
That quirlis at the end on't.

The klapper gangs sae kantily,

That a' the nychbours lyk it;

E'en Nepis's tung was ne'er sae loud,

Quhan chierily she krackyt.

Abune, the road lieds throuch the glenn,

Up frae the rumblan' water,.

Atween the hyllis aman the craygis,

That maks an unka klatter;

But frae the ford and Pyper's know *
The byrkis hyng down fu' swietly,
And round a howm on t'odder syde
The burnie rins mair sliekly :

Wi' cauler shankis, and kyltit coatis,

Here trampit Kate fu' tychtly,

* Below the present bridge at the north end of the village of

the Carlops, and of Mause's glen.

Quhan duisty Jok jeer't frae the myll

I ne'er saw legs sae sychtly.

Now, a' the lasses every zier,
"Nieth Patie's sunny Hyll-o*,
An' a' the lads, miet on this howm,
An' danss tae PEGGY'S MY LL-0.

The pyper sits upon the know
And plays awa fu' chier❜ly;
The auld fo'k sit on ilka syd,
And gab awa fu' merr❜ly.

Sae smart ilk lad, wi' bonnet blue,

Ilk quene wi' cockernonny,

The grannies own, even in thair day

The howm was ne'er sae bonny.

And round, and round, lyke Peggy's quhiel,

They danss bezond the water :

And sae they chier the auld anes heartis,

They clack lyk Peggy's clapper.

Than, O, quhan Pate and Peggy cumis,

And crownis the

merry

mietand;

Wi' joy, it maks thayr heartis sae grit

They're a' maist at the grietand!

See the Description of the 'Spitals of New Hall; and the Map.