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 Syne first of a' in her blythesome breast He built a bower, I ween; An' what did the waefu' devilick neist? But kindled a gleam like the rosy east, That sparkled frae baith her e'en.

An' then beneath ilk high e'e-bree He placed a quiver there; His bow? What but her shinin' brow? An' O sic deadly strings he drew Frae out her silken hair!

Guid be our guard! Sic deeds waur deen Roun' a' our countrie then; An' monie a hangin' lug was seen 'Mang farmers fat, an' lawyers lean, An' herds o' common men!

655 e'e-bree] eyebrow. lug] ear. SIR HENRY TAYLOR 1800-1886   656. Elena's Song

Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife To heart of neither wife nor maid— Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade?

Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife To tongue of neither wife nor maid— Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife, And feel like flowers that fade.