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 Soft her smile raise like May morning. Glinting owre Denmait’s * brow; Sweet! wi’ opening charms adorning Stirling’s lovely plains below.

Kind and gentle was her nature; At ilk place she bore the bell; Sic a bloom, and shape, and stature— But her look nae tongue can tell!

Such was Jean when Will first, mawing. Spied her on a thrawart beast; Flew like fire, and just when fa’ing, Kepp’d her on his manly breast.

Light he bore her, pale as ashes, ’Cross the meadow, fragrant, green; Placed her on the new-mawn rashes, Watching sad her opening een.

Such was Will, when poor Jean, fainting, Drapped into a lover’s arms; Wakened to his soft lamenting, Sighed, and blushed a thousand charms.

Soon they lo’ed, and soon were buckled; Nane took time to think and rue: Youth and worth and beauty coupled— Love had never less to do.

Three short years flew by fu’ canty,+ Jean and Will thought them but ane; Ilka day brought joy and plenty, Ilka year a dainty wean.

Will wrought sair, but aye wi’ pleasure, Jean, the hale day, spun and sang— Will and weans, her constant treasure, Blest wi’ them, nae day seemed lang.


 * One of the Ochil Hills, near Stirling.  + Happily.