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5 For meal and maut she disna want.

Nor ony thing that's dianty;

And now and then a gude fat hen

To lay her eggs in plenty.

In winter, when the wind and rain

Blaws o'er the house and byre.

He sits beside a clean hearth-stane

Before a rousing fire;

With nut-brown ale he tells his tale,

Which rows him o'er fu' nappy,

Who d be a king—hat petty thing,

When a miller lives sae happy.

Bonny Christy.

How sweetly smells the summer green!

Sweet tastes the peach and cherry:

Painting and order please our een,

And claret makes us merry:

But finest colours, fruits and flowers,

And wine, though I be thirsty,

Lose a' their charms and weaker powers,

Compar'd wi' those of Christy.

When wandering o'er the flowery park,

No natural beauty wanting,