An Epitaph
LIKE thee I once have stemm’d the sea of life,
Like thee have languish’d after empty joys,
Like thee have labour’d in the stormy strife,
Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys.
Forget my frailties; thou art also frail:
Forgive my lapses; for thyself may’st fall:
Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale—
I was a friend, O man, to thee, to all.
ISOBEL PAGAN
1740-1821
Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes
CA’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.
As I gaed down the water side,
There I met my shepherd lad;
He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca’d me his dearie.