Wan birds may bigg in winter's lum, HEN aince Aprile has fairly come, An' An pleisure's spreid for a' and some Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum, The heart plays dunt wi' main an' micht; Their dresses are sae braw an' ticht, Puir winter virtue at the sicht Gangs heels ower hurdies. An' aye as love frae land to land An' follow in a denty band An' I, wha sang o' rain an' snaw, A MILE AN' A BITTOCK MILE an' a bittock, a mile or twa, Abüne the burn, ayont the law, Davie an' Donal' an' Cherlie an' a', An' the müne was shinin' clearly! Ane went hame wi' the ither, an' then The clocks were chappin' in house an' ha', An' the guidman's face was turnt to the wa', A wind got up frae affa the sea, An' the müne was shinin' clearly! Noo, Davie was first to get sleep in his head, "The best o' frien's maun twine," he said; "I'm weariet, an' here I'm awa' to my bed." An' the müne was shinin' clearly! Twa o' them walkin' an' crackin' their lane, The mornin' licht cam gray an' plain, An' the birds they yammert on stick an' stane, An' the müne was shinin' clearly! O years ayont, O years awa', My lads, ye'll mind whate'er befa' My lads, ye'll mind on the bield o' the law, When the müne was shinin' clearly! A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN THE HE clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells An' through the simmer kintry tells An' noo, to that melodious play, The singin' lintie on the brae, He, mair than a' the lave o' men, An' his raxt limbs he'll rax again |