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And when they brought him to Duket’s kirk-yard,
He dunted on the kist, the broads did flie,
And when they were gaun to put him i’ the yird.
In fell the kist, and out lap he.
He cry’d, I’m cauld, I’m unca cauld,
Fu’ fast ran the fo’k, and fu’ fast ran he:
But he was first hame at his ain ingle side,
And he helped to drink his ain dirgie.
XOXOXOX**XOXOXOXO
May-Eve: or, Kate of Aberdeen.
THe siver moon’s enamour’d beams,
steals softly through the night,
To wanton with the winding streams,
and kiss reflected light:
To courts begone! heart soothing sleep,
where you’ve so seldom been,
Whilst I-May’s wakeful vigil keep,
with Kate of Aberdeen.
The nymphs and swains expectant wait,
in primrose chaplet’s gay,
Till morn unbars her golden gate,
and gives the promis’d May.
The nymphs shall all declare,
the promis’d May, when seen,
Not half so fragrant, half so fair,
as Kate of Aberdeen.
I’ll tune my pipe, and playful notes,
and rouse yon nodding grove,
Till new wak’d birds distend their throats,
and hail the maid I love,
At her approach the lark mistakes,
and quits the new-dress’d green,
Fond birds, 'tis new the moaning breaks,
tis Kate of Aberdeen.
Now blithsome o’er the dewy mead,
where elves disportive play,
