song, posed in spring

tune—“jockey's grey breeks.”

again rejoicing nature sees

her robe assume its vernal hues:

her leafy locks wave in the breeze,

all freshly steep'd in morning dews.

chorus.—and maun i still on menie doat,

and bear the scorn that's in her e'e?

for it's jet, jet ck, an' it's like a hawk,

an' it winna let a body be.

in vain to me the cowslips w,

in vain to me the vi'lets spring;

in vain to me in glen or shaw,

the mavis and the lintwhite sing.

and maun i still, c.

the merry ploughboy cheers his team,

wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks;

but life to me's a weary dream,

a dream of ane that never wauks.

and maun i still, c.

the wanton coot the water skims,