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And, thanks to Heav'n, I have in store

A jug of good brown beer.

This lesson still in charity,

I never will withdraw;

For rich, and poor shall welcome be

Beneath my roof of straw.

No sculptur'd stones adorn my hall,

No carpets grace my floor;

The ivy shades nay clay-built wall,

And decorates my door:

And yet contentment still is found,

The all prevailing law;

Where honeysuckles blow around

My lowly roof of straw.

ROSLIN CASTLE.

'Twas in the season of the year,

When all things gay and sweet appear,

That Colin, with the morning ray,

Arose and sung his rural lay.

Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung,

The hills and dales with Nannie rung;

While Roslin castle heard the swain,

And echoed back the cheerful strain.