And taught him early to adore Her tempting smile, Whether on India's pictur'd shore Or Britain's isle Ye classic fields, whar valour bled! A lang adieu! A dark'ning cloud wi' ills ow'rspread Obscures the view! A warning voice, sad owre the main Ye'll ne'er review! Dear haunts o' youth, and luve's saft pain, A last adieu ! SCOTLAND'S SCAITH, OR, THE HISTORY O' WILL AND JEAN, OWRE TRUE A TALE. So shall thy poverty come, as one that travelleth; and thy want as an armed man. PROV. WILL AND JEAN. PART I. WHA was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha wi' Will could rin, or wrastle? Warm his heart, and mild as manfu', Whan he first saw Jeanie Miller, Saft her smile raise like May morning, One of the Ochil Hills near Sterling-Dun-ma-chit (Gaelic,) the hill of the good prospect. It is pronounced De-myit. Sweet! wi' opening charms adorning Kind and gentle was her nature; Sic was Jean, whan Will first mawing, Light he bare her, pale as ashes, Cross the meadow, fragrant, green! Sic was Will, whan poor Jean fainting Waken'd to his saft lamenting; Sigh'd, and blush'd a thousand charms : Soon they loo'd, and soon ware buckled; Nane took time to think and rueYouth and worth and beauty cuppled; Luve had never less to do. Three short years flew by fu' canty, Jean and Will thought them but ane; Ilka day brought joy and plenty, Ilka year a dainty wean; Will wrought sair, but aye with pleasure; Jean the hale day span and sang; *The ancient name of Stirling. |