362 Had langer tack 12 o' flesh and blood, And on mair pithy shanks they stood Wha still hae been a feckless brood The fuddlin' Bardies now-a-days Rin maukin-mad 13 in Bacchus' praise, 18 24 4 endure 2 cupboard 3 mouth 'grandfather's quickly regions 15 huzzy 12 8 11 share 12 lease 13 mad as a hare 9 Whan eithly1 she can find the theme This is the name that doctors use 4 In kittle 3 words to gar you roose 6 30 5 36 But we'll hae nae sick clitter-clatter, Few drogs in doctors' shops are better -ROBERT FERGUSSON (1750-1774) 42 GREEN GROW THE RASHES - Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, 0: An 'twere na for the lasses, O? The war'ly race may riches chase, But gie me a cannie 9 hour at e'en, For you sae douce," ye sneer at this; Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears 10 15 20 water from the spring such 7 which worldly 11 solemn 1easily 2 aqua fontis ticklish make praise quiet topsy-turvy 10 5 In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her ee, 35 Or deposite her sair-won 5 penny-fee, With joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet, The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd Each tells the uncos that he sees or The parents, partial, eye their hopeful Anticipation forward points the view; The mother, wi' her needle an' her Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the The father mixes a' wi' admonition due. 45 Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave.8 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale." 81 Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, That can with studied, sly, ensnaring art youth? 85 Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their dis- 90 But now the supper crowns their simple board, 1 partly 6 shy 7 3 2 within |