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There's nothing stranger in Nature's change,
since parents shew such cruelty;
They've caused my love from me to range,
and knows not to what destiny.
The pretty kids, and tender lambs,
may cease to sport upon the plain;
But I'll mourn and lament, in deep discontent;
for the absence of my darling swain.
Kind Nepture, let me thee intreat,
to lend a fair and pleasant gale;
Ye dolphins sweet upon me wait,
and convey me upon your tail.
Heav'ns bless my voyage with success,
while crossing of the raging main
And send me safe o'er to that distant shore,
to meet my lovely darling swain.
All joy and mirth at our return
shall then abound from Tweed to Tay;
The bells shall ring, and sweet birds sing,
to grace and crown our nuptial day.
Thus blessed with charm in my love's arms,
my heart once more I will regain;
Then I'll range no more to a distant shore,
but in love will enjoy my darling swain.
FIN S.
Falkirk—T Johnson, Printer.
