of ayr to meet,
ahis fete champetre.
cauld boreas, wi' his boisterous crew,
were bound to stakes like kye, man,
and thia's car, o' silver fu',
cmb up the starry sky, man:
reflected beams dwell ireams,
or down the current shatter;
the western breeze steals thro'the trees,
to view this fete champetre.
how many a robe sae gaily floats!
arkling jewels gnce, man!
to harmony's enting notes,
as moves the mazy dance, man.
the eg wood, the winding flood,
like paradise did glitter,
when angels met, at adam's yett,
The Fete Champetre(3/4)