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National Library of Scotland - Rare Books I.262
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A delectable new Ballad;
ENTITULED
[LEA]DERHAUGHS and YAROW
To its own proper Tune

WHen Phebus bright the Azure Sky:
with golden rayes enlighteneth,
These things sublunar he espies,
Herbs, Trees and Plants, he quick'neth
Among all those he makes his choise
and gladlie goes he thorow,
With radiant beams, and silver streams,
through Leader-haughs and Yarow.
When Aries the day and night
in equal length divideth,
Old frosty Saturn takes the flight
no longer he abideth:
Then Flora Queen with Mantle green,
casts off her deadly sorrow,
And vows to dwell with Ceres fell
in Leader-haughs and Yarow.
Pan playing with his Oaten reed,
with Shepherds him attending,
Doth here resort their Flocks to feed
the Hills and Haughs commending;
With Bottle, Bag, and Staff with Knag,
and all Singing good morrow;
They swear no fields more pleasure yields
than Leader-haughs and Yarow.
One House there stands on Leader side
surmounting my descriving
with ease rooms rare, and windows clear
like Dedalus contriving.
Men passing by do often say,
In South it hath no marrow;
It stands as fair on Leader side,
as New wark does on Yarow.
A mile below who lifts to ride,
they'l hear the Mavis singing;
Into St. Leonard's Banks she'l bide,
sweet Birks her head o're hinging:
The Lintwhite loud, and Progne proud
with tender throats and narrow
Into St. Leonards Banks do sing
as sweetly as in Yarow,
The Lapwing lilteth o're the Lee
with nimble wings she sporteth,
But vows she'l not come neer the tree
where Philomel resorteth.
By break of day the Lark can say,
I'le bid you all good marrow
I'le yout and yell for I may dwell
In Leader-haughs and Yarow
Park Wanton walls and Wodden Clough
The East and Wester Mainses
The Forrest of Lawder's fair enough,
the Corns are good in Blainsties;
Where Oats are fine and sold by kind.
that if you search all thorow
Mearns, Buchan, Mar, none better are
than Leader-haughs and Yarow.
In Burn-Milm-Bogg and Whit shed shaws.
the fearful Hare she haunteth;
Bridge-haugh and Broad wood shell she knaws
to the Chapel-wood frequenteth
Yet When she irks, to Kidslie Birks
she tuns and sighs for sorrow.

That she should leave sweet Leaderhaughs
and cannot win to Yarow,
What sweeter musick would you hear
than Hounds and Beigles crying?
The Hare waits not but flees for fear.
their hard pursuits defying
But yet her strength it fails as length,
no beilding can she borrow
At Haggs Cleckmas nor Sorlesfield
but longs to be at Yarow
For Rack wood Ring-wood, Rival, Aimer
stil thinking for to view her
O're dubb and dyke o're feugh and syke
she'l run the fields all thorow?
Yet ends her dayes in Leader haughs,
and bids farewell to Yarow
Thou Eastlingtoun and Colding-knows
where Homes had once commanding,
And Drygrange With thy milk white Ewes
'twixt Tweed and Leader standing
The birds that flees through Red Path trees
and Gladswood banks all thorow
May chant and sing sweet Leader-haughs
and the bonnie banks of Yarow
But Burn cannot his grief asswage
while as his days endureth
To see the changes of this Age,
which day and time procureth.
For many a place stands in hard case
where Burns was blyth besorrow
With Homes that dwelt on Leader side
and Scots that dwelt in Yarow

The Words of Burn the Violer
WHat? shall my Viol silent be,
or leave her wonted scriding?
But choise some sadder Elogie,
no sports and mirds deriding
It must be fain with lower strain
than it was wont besorrow
To sound the Praise of Leader haughs
and the bonny banks of Yarow
But floods have overflown the banks,
the greenish haughs disgracing
And Trees in Woods grow thin in ranks
about the fields defaceing
For Waters waxes woods doth waind
more if I could for sorrow
In rural Verse I could rehearse
of Leaderhaughs and Yarow
But sighs and sobs o'rsets my breath:
fore saltish Tears forth sending,
All things Sublunar here on Earth
are subject to an ending
So must my song though somewhat long
yet late at Even and Morrow
I'le sigh and sing sweet Leader haughs
and the bonny banks of Yarow.
Hic terminus hoeret.


FINIS.

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