At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
Or naething else to trouble thee;
But stray amang the heather-bells,
And tent the waving corn wi’ me.
XII.
Now what could artless Jeanie do?
She had nae will to say him na:
At length she blush’d a sweet consent,
And love was ay between them twa.
CXCIX.
PHILLIS THE FAIR.
Tune—“Robin Adair.”
[The ladies of the M’Murdo family were graceful and beautiful, and lucky in finding a poet capable of recording their charms in lasting strains. The heroine of this song was Phyllis M’Murdo; a favourite of the poet. The verses were composed at the request of Clarke, the musician, who believed himself in love with his “charming pupil.” She laughed at the presumptuous fiddler.]
I.