...you I sing, in simple Scotish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways , What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah 1 tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The...

...happier there, I ween. * Dr. Young. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter day ndering o'er the deeps ; Where'er he moves Palemon still attends, blackening trains o' craws to their repose i The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night...

...I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aiken in a cottage...near a close, The miry beasts retreating frae the plough ; The blackening trains o' craws to their repose : BURNS. 397 The toil-worn cotter frae his...

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...lowly train in life's seqiiester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aikcn in a cottage would have been; Ah ! though his worth...winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating i'rae2 the plough; The blackening trains o' craws to their repose ; The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor...

...I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage...there, I ween '. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sough; The shortening winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The blackening...

...I sinir, in simple Scotish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways , What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The...

...pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been : Ah I though his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween '. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sough...

...I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aiken in a cottage would have been ; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The...

...you I sing, in Bimple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestcr'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, — What AIKEN in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The...