I'll set me down and sing and spin. While laigh descends the simmer sun. Blest wi' content, and milk and mealO leeze me on my spinning wheel! On ilkan hand the burnies trot, The scented birk and hawthorn white On lofty aikst the cushats" wail, The craiky amang the claver hay, O wha would leave this humble state, BONNIE JEAN. The heroine of this ballad was Miss M. of Dumfries. She is not painted in the rank which she held in life, but in the dress and character of a cottager. THERE was a lass, and she was fair, n Every. o Rivulets. ☛ Cool. s Shade. The slope of a hill. a Pasture ground. p Thatched. t Oaks. y The landrail. q Birch-tree. wc Linnete. z Clover. c Above. And ay she wrought her mammie's wark, Had ne'er a lighter heart than she. He danced wi' Jeanie on the down: And lang ere witless Jeanie wist, Her heart was tint,w her peace was stown. As in the bosom of the stream The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en, The birds sang sweet in ilka grove; Horses. u Fair. w Lost. * Leap. |