039; taste,
he gies a fete champetre.
when love ay heard the news,
the gay green woods amang, man;
where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,
they heard the bckbird's sang, man:
a vow, they sealed it with a kiss,
sir politics to fetter;
as their's alohe patent bliss,
to hold a fete champetre.
then mounted mirth, on gleesome wing
o'er hill and dale she flew, man;
ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,
ilk glen and shaw she knew, man:
she summon'd every social sprite,
that sports by wood or water,
on th' bonie banks
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