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 And in soft raptures waste the day,

Among the birks of Invermay.

For soon the winter of the year,

And age life’s winter, will appear!

At this thy living bloom will fade,

As that will strip the verdant shade;

Our taste of pleasure then is o’er,

The feather’d songsters are no more,

And when they droop and we decay,

Adieu the birks of Invermay.

The lav’rock now and lintie’s sing,

The rocks around with echoes ring,

The mavis and the blackbird vie,

In tuneful strains to glad the day;

The woods now bear their summer suits.

To mirth all nature now invites;

Let us be blythsome light and gay,

Amongst the birks of Invermay:

Behold the hills and vales around.

With lowing herds and flocks abound

The wanton kids and frisking lambs,

Gambol and dance about their dams,

The busy bees with burning noise,

And all the reptile kind rejoice;

Let us like them, then sing and play,

About the birks of Invermay.

Hark how the waters as they fall,

Loudly my love to gladness call;