JAMES BEATTIE
472. An Epitaph
f IKE thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life,
- -' Like thee have languished after empty joys,
Like thee have laboured in the stormy strife, Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys.
Forget my frailties ; thou art also frail :
Forgive my lapses ; for thyself may'st fall :
Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale I was a friend, O man, to thee, to all.
��ISOBEL PAGAN
473. Ca' the Towes to the Knowes
- the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonnie dearie.
As I gaed down the water side, There I met my shepherd lad ; He row'd me sweetly in his plaid, And he ca'd me his dearie.
'Will ye gang down the water side, And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide ? The moon it shines fu' clearly.'
473. yowes] ewes. knowes] knolls, little hills. rows] rolls, row'd] rolled, wrapped.
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