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Aft the ſouthland breeze was blawing, Sweetly ſighed the green ake wood, Loud the din of ſtreams faſt fa'ing, Strack the car wi thundering 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 and braes ſae bonny, Craigs and water, woods and glen, Roſlin’s banks! unpeered by ony, Save the muſes hawthorn den.

Ilka found and charm delighting, Will, (though hardly fit to gang.) Wandered 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 afleep.

Soldier, riſe! the dews of e'ening Gathering fa' wi deadly skaith:9)    Wounded ſoldier! if complaining,       Sleep nae here to catch your death.

Traveller, waken!- Night advancing, Cleeds wi gray the neeboring hill; Lambs mae mair on knowes are dancing, A' the woods are mute and ſtill.