TO MRS. SCOTT, OF WAUCHOPE-HOUSE, In answer to an Epistle which she had sent the Author. I MIND it weel, in early date, March, 1787. When I was beardless, young, and blate, When first amang the yellow corn And wi' the lavek ilk merry morn Ev'n then, a wish (I mind its pow'r), Shall strongly heave my breast- The rough burr-thistle, spreading wide I turn'd the weedin'-heukP aside, My envy e'er could raise, But still the elements o' sang Wild floated in my brain ; At every kindling keek,w Halex to the set, ilk guid chiel says, Ye surly sumphs, who hate the name, She, honest woman, may think shame For you, no bred to barn or byre,b I'd be mair vauntie o' my hap,d R. BURNS. SATIRES. THE HOLY FAIR.S A robe of seeming truth and trust And secret hung, with poison'd crust, A mask that like the gorget shew'd, Hypocrisy a-la-Mode. UPON a simmer Sunday morn, When Nature's face is fair, As lightsomely I glow'r'd" abroad, To see a scene sae gay, d Mantle. e Decently hanging over my loins. g Holy Fair is a common phrase in the west of Scotland for a sacramental occasion. h Fresh. m Furrows. k Peeping. n Looked. i The name of a parish adjoining Mauchline. 1 Creeping. Three hizzies, early at the road, The third, that gaed a wee a-back," Fu' gay that day. The twa appear'd like sisters twin, The third cam up, hap-step-an'-loup,* An' wi' a curchie low did stoop, As soon as e'er she saw me, Fu' kind that day. Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, Sweet lass, Quo' she, and laughin' as she spak, 'Ye, for my sake, hae gien the feek" Of a' the ten commands A screed some day. 'My name is Fun-your cronie dear, An' this is Superstition here, I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair, To spend an hour in daffin' :* Gin ye'll go there, yon runkledy pair, We will get famous laughin' Quoth I, 'With a' my heart, I'll do 't; Faith we's hae fine remarkin'! For roads were clad, frae side to side, Wi' monie a weary body, In droves that day. C Here farmers gash, in riding graith,d Gaed hoddin'e by their cotters; There, swankies young, in braw braid claith, Are springing o'er the gutters. The lasses, skelpin's bare-fit, thrang, In silks an' scarlets glitter; Wi' sweet-milk-cheese, in monie a whang,h An' farlsi bak'd wi' butter Fu' crump that day. When by the plate we set our nose, Then in we go to see the show, On ev'ry side they're gath'rin', Some carrying deals, some chairs an' stools, An' some are busy bleth'rin'm Right loud that day. Here stands a shed to fend the show'rs, Here sits a raw of tittlin' jads, z Shirt. a Went. b Breakfast time. d Accoutrements. c Talkative. e The motion of a sage countryman riding a cart-horse. A tight strapping young fellow. g Walking barefoot. h A large, thick slice. i A cake of bread. k Look. 7 Must. m Talking idly. n A few. • Whispering. |