James Hogg

“ Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!
⁠Emblem of happiness,
⁠Blessed is thy dwelling-place,
Oh! to abide in the desert with thee!
⁠Wild is thy lay and loud,
⁠Far in the downy cloud;
Love gives it energy, love gave it birth ”

“ Never fleech'd to duke or lord,
Never sat at sinfa' board?—
⁠The honest Laird o' Lamington.
He that cheats can ne'er be just;
He that lies is ne'er to trust;
He that drinks to drauk his dust,
⁠Wha can say that wrang is done? ”

“ Sing on, sing on, my bonnie thrush,
⁠Be neither flee'd nor eerie;
I'll wad your love sits in the bush,
⁠That gars ye sing sae cheerie:
She may be kind, she may be sweet,
⁠She may be neat and dean, O ”