For his fake only, I'll ay thankfu' bow
For fuch a kindness, best of men, to you.

away.

Sym. What double blythness wakens up this day!
I hope now, Sir, you'll no foon hafte
Shall I unfaddle your horfe, and gar prepare
A dinner for ye of hale country fare?
See how much joy unwrinkles every brow;
Our looks hing on the twa, and doat on you:
Even Bauldy the bewitch'd has quite forgot
Fell Madge's taz, and pawky Maufe's plot.

Sir W. Kindly old man, remain with you this day!
I never from these fields again will ftray:
Mafons and wrights fhall foon my houfe repair,
And bufy gard'ners fhall new planting rear;
My father's hearty table you foon fhall fee
Reftor'd, and my best friends rejoice with me.
Sym. That's the best news I heard this twenty year;
New day breaks up, rough time begins to clear.
Glaud. Gad fave the king, and fave Sir William lang,
T'enjoy their ain, and raife the fhepherd's fang.
Rog. Wha winna dance; wha will refufe to fing?
What fhepherd's whistle winna lilt the spring?
Bauld. I'm friends wi' Maufe,-wi' very Madge I'm
Altho' they fkelpit me when woodly fleid.
I'm now fu' blyth, and frankly can forgive,
To join and fing, Lang may Sir William live.

['greed,

Mad. Lang may he live and, Bauldy, learn to fteek Your gab a wee, and think before ye speak; And never ca' her auld that wants a man, Elfe ye may yet fome witch's fingers ban. This day I'll wi' the youngest of ye rant, And brag for ay, that I was ca'd the aunt Of our young lady,-my dear bonny bairn! Peg. Naeither name I'll ever for you learn.And, my good nurfe, how fhall I gratefu' be, For a' thy matchless kindness done to me?

Mau. The flowing pleafures of this happy day Does fully all I can require repay.

Sir W. To faithful Symon, and, kind Glaud, to you, And to your heirs, I give, in endless feu,

The maliens ye poffe's, as juftly due,

For

For acting like kind fathers to the pair,

Who have enough besides, and these can spare.
Maufe, in my houfe in calmnefs clofe your days,
With nought to do but fing your Maker's praise.

Omnes. The Lord of heav'n return your honour's love, Confirm your joys, and a' your bleffings roove. Patie. [Prefenting Roger to Sir William.] Sir, here's my trusty friend, that always fhar'd

My bofom-fecrets, ere I was a laird;

Glaud's daughter Janet (Jenny, thinkna fhame)
Rais'd, and maintains in him a lover's flame:
Lang was he dumb; at laft he fpake, and won,
And hopes to be our honest uncle's fon :
Be pleas'd to speak to Glaud for his confent,
That nane may wear a face of discontent.

Sir W. My fon's demand is fair.-Glaud, let me crave,
That trufty Roger may your daughter have,
With frank confent; and while he does remain
Upon these fields, I make him chamberlain.

[fay,

Glaud. You crowd your bounties, Sir; what can we But that we're dy vours that can ne'er repay? Whate'er your honour wills, I shall obey. Roger, my daughter, wi' my bleffing, tak, And still our mafter's right your business mak. Please him, be faithfu', and this auld grey head Shall nod with quietnefs down amang the dead. Rog. I ne'er was good at fpeaking a' my days, Or ever loo'd to mak o'er great a fraise : But for my mafter, father, and my wife, I will employ the cares of all my life.

Sir W. My friends, I'm fatisfy'd you'll all behave,
Each in his ftation, as I'd wish or crave.

Be ever virtuous, foon or late ye'll find
Reward, and fatisfaction to your mind.
The maze of life fometimes looks dark and wild;
And oft, when hopes are highest, we're beguil'd :
Aft, when we ftand on brinks of dark despair,
Some happy turn with joy difpels our care.
Now, all's at rights, who fings beft, let me hear.
Peg. When you demand, I readiest shou'd obey;
I'll fing you ane, the newest that I ha'e.

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SANG

SANG XX. Corn-rigs are bonny.

My Patie is a lover gay,

His mind is never muddy;
His breath is fweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy :
His fhape is hanfome, middle fize:
He's comely in his wauking:
The fhining of his een furprife;
It's heaven to hear him tawking.

Last night I met him on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing;
There mony a kindly word he fpake,
That fet my heart a-glowing.
He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine,
And loo'd me best of ony;
That gars me like to fing fin fyne,
Oh, corn-riggs are bonny.

Let laffes of a filly mind

Refufe what maift they're wanting;
Since we for yielding are defign'd,
We chately should be granting.
Then I'll comply, and marry Pate
And fyne my cockernony
He's free to touzel air or late,
Where corn-riggs are bonny.

END of the FIFTH ACT.

[Exeunt Omnes,

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GLOSSARY;

OR,

EXPLANATION of the Scotch words ufed by the author, which are rarely or never found in the modern English language.

Some general rules, fhewing wherein many Southern and Northern words are originally the fame, having only a letter changed for another, or fometimes one taken away or added.