A Delectable new Ballad:
Entituled Leader-haughs and Yarow,
To its own proprr Tune.
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WHen Phoebus bright the Azure Sky,
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With Golden Rayes enlighteneth;
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These things Sublunar he espies,
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Herbs, Trees and Plants, he quick'neth,
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Among all those he makes his choise,
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and gladlie goes he thorow,
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With radiant beams and silver streams
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through Leader-haughs and Yarow,
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When Aries the Day and Night,
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in equal length divideth,
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Old Frostie Saturn takes the Flight;
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no longer he abideth,
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Then Flora Queen with Mantle Green,
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casts off her deadlie sorrow,
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And Vows to dwell with Ceres fell,
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in Leader-haughs and Yarow,
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Pan playing with his Oaten reed,
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with Shepherds him attending,
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Doth him resort their Flocks to feed,
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the Hills and Haughs commending,
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With Bottle, Bag and Staff with Knag,
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and all Singing good morrow,
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They swear no Field more pleasure yields,
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than Leader-haughs and Yarow,
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One House there stands on Leader side,
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surmounting my descriving,
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With ease rooms rate, and windows clear,
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like Dedalas contriving,
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Men passing by do often say;
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in South it hath no marrow,
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It stands as fair on Leader side,
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as New work does on Yarow,
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A Mile below who lists to ride,
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they'l hear the Mavis singing,
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Into St. Leonard's Banks she'l bide,
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sweet Birks her head o're hinging,
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The Lintwithe loud, and Progue Proud.
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with tender Throats and Narrow;
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Into St. Leonards Banks do sing,
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as sweetly as in Yarow,
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The Lapwing lilteth o're the Lee,
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with Nimble wings she sporteth,
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But Vows she'l not come near the Tree,
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where Philomel resorteth,
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By break of day the Lark can say,
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I'le bid you all good morrow,
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I'le youel and yell for I may Dwel,
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in Leader-haughs and Yarow,
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Park Wanton walls and Wodden Clough.
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the East and Wester Mainses,
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The Forrest of Lawders fair enough,
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the Corns are good in Blainslies,
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Where Oats are fine and Sold by kind,
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that if you search all thorow,
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Mearns; Buchen, Mar, none better are,
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then Leader haughs and Yarow,
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In Burn Miln Bog and Whit shed shaws
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the fearful Hare she haunteth,
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Bridge haugh & Broad wood well she knaws
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to the Chapel wood frequenteth,
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Yet when she irks to Kieslie Birks,
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she runs and sighs for sorrow,
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That she should leave sweet Leader-haughs
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and cannot win to Yarow,
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What sweeter Musick would you hear,
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than Hounds and Beigels crying,
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The Hare waits not but fles for fear,
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their hard pursuits defying,
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But yet her strength it fails at length,
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no beilding can she borrow,
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At Haggs Clockmas nor Sorlesfield,
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but longs to be at Yarow;
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For Rackwood, Ringwood; Rival, Aimer
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still thinking for to view her,
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O're Dubb and Dyke In Leader hough,
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she's run the fields all thorow,
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Yet ends her days in Leader-haugh,
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and bids fairwell to Yarow,
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Then Eastlingtoun and Colding Knows,
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where Homes had once commanding,
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And Drygrange with the milk with Ewes,
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twixt Tweed and Yarow standing,
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The Birds that flees through Red Path trees
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and Gladswood banks all thorow,
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May chant and sing sweet Leader-haughs,
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and the bonnie banks of Yarow,
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But Burn cannot his Grief asswage:
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while that his Days endureth,
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To see the changes of this Age,
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which day and time procureth,
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For many a place stands in hard case,
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where Burns was blyth besorrow;
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With Homes that dwel on Leader side
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and Soots that dwelt in Yarow.
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The Words of Burn the Violer.
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What shall my Viol silent be,
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or leave her wonted scriding,
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But choise some sadder Elogie,
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no sports and minds deriding
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It must be fain with lower strain.
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then it was wont beforrow,
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To sound the praise of Leader-haughs,
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and the bonny banks of Yarow,
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But Floods have overflown the banks,
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the greenish haughs disgracing,
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And Trees in wood grow thin in Ranks,
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about the Fields defaceing,
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For Waters waxes, wood doth waind,
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more if I could for sorrow,
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In rural Verse I could Rehearse,
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of Leader-haugh and Yarow.
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But sighs and Sobs o'rsets my breath,
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sore saltish Tears forth sending,
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All things Sublunar here on Earth,
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are subject to an ending,
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So must my Song though somewhat long,
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yet late at Even and Morrow,
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I'le sigh and sing sweet Leader haughs,
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and the bonny banks of Yarow.
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