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7 The mavis, and the Blackbird's lay,

In tuneful strains do glad the day;

The woods now wear their summer suits;

To mirth all nature now invites:

Let us be blythesome then, and gay,

Amang 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 humming 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;

The wanton waves sport in the beams,

And fishes play throughout the streams;

The circling sun does now advance,

And all the planets round him dance:

Let us as jovial be as they,

Amang the birks of Invermay.

But soon the winter of the year,

And age, life's winter, will appear;

At this thy lovely bloom will fade,