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Say, should disease or pain befall,
wilt thou assume the nurses care,
Nor wistful those gay scenes recall,
where thou wert fairest of the fair?
Oh ! Nanny, when thy love shall die
wilt thou receive his parting breath?
Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
and cheer with smiles the bed of death?
And wilt thou o’er his breathless clay
strew flowers, and drop the tender tear.
Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
where thou wert fairest of the fair?
THE EWIE WI' THE CROOKED HORN
O were I able to rehearse,
My ewie’s praise in proper verse,
I’d blaw it out as loud and fierse,
As ever piper’s drone could blaw.
The ewie wi’ the crooked horn,
Weel deserved baith grass and corn,
Sic a ewie ne’er was born.
Here about, nor far awa’.
l neither needed tar nor keel,
To mark upo’ her hip or heel;
Her crooked horn it did as well,
To ken her by arno’ them a‘.
The ewie, &c.
A better, nor a thriftier beast,
Nae honest man cou’d wee! hae wist,
