WILLIAM THOM

Syne first of a* in her blythesome breast

He built a bower, I ween ; An' what did the waefu* devilick neist? But kindled a gleam like the rosy east,

That sparkled frae baith her e'en.

An* then beneath ilk high e'e-bree

He placed a quiver there ; His bow ? What but her shinin' brow ? An* O sic deadly strings he drew

Frae out her silken hair!

Guid be our guard! Sic deeds waur deen

Roun* a* our countrie then ; An J monie a hangin* lug was seen 'Mang farmers fat, an* lawyers lean,

An* herds o* common men !

��SIR HENRY TAYLOR 656. Elena? s Song

QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife To heart of neither wife nor maid Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade ?

Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife To tongue of neither wife nor maid

Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife, And feel like flowers that fade.

e'e-bree] eyebrow. lug] ear.

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