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 15 Here, for ae night's kind protection, Leave we Jean and weans awhile, Tracing Will in ilk direction, Far frae Britain's fostering isle. Far frae scenes of saftening pleasure, Luve's delights, and beauty's charms Far frae friendship's social leisure, Plunged in murdering war's alarms. Is it nature, vice, or folly, Or ambition s feverish brain, That sae aft, wi' melancholy, Turns, sweet peace! thy joys to pain. That, wi' a' thy charms enticing To the e'e and to the heart, (Ilk endearing bless despising.) Tempts weak man from thee to part. Willie Gairlace, without siller, Credit, claes, or ought beside, Leaves his ance loved Jeanie Miller, And sweet bairns to warld wide. Leaves his native cozy dwelling, Sheltered haughs and birken braes, Greenswaird howes and dainty mailing, Decked wi' scarlet, sword, and musket, Drunk wi' dreams as fause as vain, Fleeched and flattered, roosed and buskit, Wow but will was wondorous fain.