Whilst he with manly merits ftor'd, Shall ever charm the gracefu' man. Soon may their royal bird * extend Ye parents of the happy pair, With gen'rous fmiles confenting, own That they deferve your kindest care: Thus, with the gods, their pleasure crown. Hafte, ev'ry Grace, each Love, and Smile, On them attend with homage due, * The spread eagle fable, or a field argent, in the arms of the earl of Dalhousie. BETTY AND KATE: A PASTORAL FAREWELL TO MR. AIKMAN, WHEN HE WENT FOR LONDON. BETTY. DEAR Katie, Willy 's e'en away! Far to the fouthward of this height Ay heartfome when he cheer'd our fight, KATE. O Willy! can dale dainties please Does Ifis flow with fweeter ease Than Fortha's gentle stream? Or takes thou rather mair delyt Than in the blooming red and whyt BETTY. BETTY. Na, Kate, for that we needna mourn, For honour like to range: He cou'd delyt us on the green Lafs, think na fhame to ease your mind, I fee ye 're like to greet: Let these tears, gae 'tis justly kind, For fhepherd fae complete. ΚΑΤΕ. Far, far, o'er far frae Spey and Clyde, Stands that great town of Lud, To whilk our best lads rin and ride, That's like to put us wood; For findle times they e'er come back, Wha anes are heftit there : Sure, Befs, their hills are nae fae black, BETTY. Our rigs are rich, and green our heights, But yield, nae doubt, far lefs delights, But we maun cawmly now fubmit, Did a' he did with little din, And in nae deed was dung. KATE. William and Mary never fail'd Lang may she happily poffefs, Wha 's in his breast infeft, And may their bonny bairns increase, And a' with rowth be left. O, William ! O, William ! win your laurels fast, Soon as your wand'ring days are past, BETTY. Revive her joys by your return, Sae may your kirn with fatnefs flow, And a' your kye be fleek; And may your hearts with gladnefs glow, ye feek. In finding what |