idly id,
i arked by, btlg trade,
fervid f,
beneath a patroness&039; aid,
of noble na
wild, untless hills i uld survey,
and untless flocks as wild as they;
but other scenes did chars dispy,
that better please,
where polish&039;d anners dwell with gray,
rural ease
where cessnock pours with gurglg und;
and ire, arkg out the bound,
enaour&039;d of the scenes around,
slow runs his race,
a na i doubly honour&039;d found,
with knightly grace
brydon&039;s brave ward, i saw hi stand,
fa hubly offerg her hand,
and near, his ksan&039;s rtic band,
with one aord,
ntg their te blessed nd
t chan its lord
the owner of a pleasant spot,
near and sandy wilds, i st did note;
a heart too war, a pulse too hot
at tis, o&039;erran:
but r ev&039;ry feature wrote,
appear&039;d the an
the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t
tune—“whare&039;ll our guidan lie”
o wha y babie-clouts will buy?
o wha will tent when i cry?
wha will kiss where i lie?
the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t
o wha will own he did the faut?
o wha will buy the groan aut?
o wha will tell how to ca&039;t?
the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t
when i ount the creepie-chair,
wha will sit beside there?
gie rob, i&039;ll seek nae air,
the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t
wha will crack to y ne?
wha will ak fidg&039; fa?
wha will kiss o&039;er aga?
the rant&039; dog, the daddie o&039;t
here&039;s his health water
tune—“the job of journey-work”
altho&039; y back be at the wa&039;,
and tho&039; he be the fautor;
altho&039; y back be at the wa&039;,
yet, here&039;s his health water
o wae gae by his wanton sides,
sae brawlie&039;s he uld ftter;
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