101. Song—Composed in Spring
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GAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues:Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in morning dews. Chorus.—And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that’s in her e’e? For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like a hawk, An’ it winna let a body be. In vain to me the cowslips blaw, In vain to me the vi’lets spring;In vain to me in glen or shaw, The mavis and the lintwhite sing. And maun I still, &c. The merry ploughboy cheers his team,Wi’ joy the tentie seedsman stalks;But life to me’s a weary dream,A dream of ane that never wauks. And maun I still, &c. The wanton coot the water skims,Amang the reeds the ducklings cry,The stately swan majestic swims,And ev’ry thing is blest but I. And maun I still, &c. The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,And o’er the moorlands whistles shill:Wi’ wild, unequal, wand’ring step,I meet him on the dewy hill. And maun I still, &c. And when the lark, ’tween light and dark,Blythe waukens by the daisy’s side,And mounts and sings on flittering wings,A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide. And maun I still, &c. Come winter, with thine angry howl,And raging, bend the naked tree;Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,When nature all is sad like me! And maun I still, &c.
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