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 20 Saft the southland breeze was blawing, Sweețly sighed the green ake wood, Loud the din of streams fast fa'ing, Strack the ear wi' thuntlering thud. Ewes and lambs on braes ran bleeting, Linties sang on ilka tree; Frae the west the sun, near setting, Flamed on Roslin's towers sae hie. Roslin's towers and braes sae bonny, Craigs and water, woods and glen, Roslin's banks, unpeered by ony, Save the muşes hawthorn den. Ilka sound and charm delighting, Will, (though hardly fit to gang) Wandering on through scenes inviting, Listening to the mavis' sang. Faint at length, the day fast closing, On a fragrant strawberry steep, Esk's sweet stream to rest composing, Wearied Nature drapt asleep. Soldier, rise! the dews of e'ening Gathering fa' wi' deadly scaith! Wounded soldier! if complaining, Sleep nae here to catch your death. Traveller, waken !-night advancing, Cleeds wil grey, the neighbouring hill; Lambs nae mair on knowes are dancing, A' the woods are mute and still.