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 ‘Midst cannons‘ roar and lightning’s blaze,

I thought on peaceful Calder Braes.

With laurels crown’d with wealth array’d,

Again I sought my native shade.

In hopes my long lost love to meet,

To lay my laurels at her feet:

Alas! I never saw her more;

My sanguine dreams of bliss are o’er,

My only pleasure's now to gaze

On her lov’d grave on Calder Braes.





N a primrose bank, by a murmuring stream,

Pastora was singing and I was her theme;

Whilst charm’d with her beauty, behind a green bush.

I listen’d to hear her sweet tale with a blush.

Of all the young shepherds that pipe on the reed,

’Tis Damon alone I can fancy indeed;

I tell him I value him not of a thrush,

Yet surely I love him, or why do I blush?

When I went to the grove, at the top of the hill,