amang the reeds the ducklings cry,

the stately swan majestic swims,

and ev'ry thing is blest but i.

and maun i still, c.

the sheep-herd steeks his faulding p,

and o'er the moonds whistles shill:

wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,

i meet him on the dewy hill.

and maun i still, c.

and when therk, 'tween light and dark,

blythe waukens by the daisy's side,

and mounts and sings on flittering wings,

a woe-worn ghaist i hameward glide.

and maun i still, c.

e winter, with thine angry howl,

and raging, bend the naked tree;

thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,

when nature all is sad like me!

and maun i still, c.