the countryss

in simmer, when the hay was mawn,

and corn wav'd green in ilka field,

while ver blooms white o'er the lea

and roses w in ilka beild!

blythe bessie in the milking shiel,

says—“i'll be wed, e o't what will”:

out spake a dame in wrinkled eild;

“o' gude advisement es nae ill.

“it's ye hae wooers mony ane,

andssie, ye're but young ye ken;

then wait a wee, and cannie wale

a routhie butt, a routhie ben;

there's johnie o' the buskie-glen,

fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;

take this frae me, my bonie hen,

it's plenty beets the luver's fire.”

“for johnie o' the buskie-glen,

i dinna care a single flie;

he lo'es sae weel his craps and kye,

he has nae love to spare for me;