Peg. My wishes are complete; my joys arise,
While I'm haff dizzy with the blest surprise.
And am I then a match for my ain lad,

That for me so much generous kindness had?
Lang may Sir William bless these happy plains,,
Happy while Heaven grant he on them remains.

Pat. Be lang our guardian, still our master be; We'll only crave what you shall please to gie: The estate be yours, my Peggy's ane to me.

Glaud. I hope your honour now will take amends Of them that sought her life for wicked ends.

Sir Wil. The base unnatural villain soon shall know, That eyes above watch the affairs below. I'll strip him soon of all to her pertains, And make him reimburse his ill-got gains.

Peg. To me the views of wealth and an estate, Seem light when put in balance with my Pate: For his sake only, I'll ay thankful bow For such a kindness, best of men, to you.

Sym. What double blythness wakens up this day! I hope now, Sir, you'll no soon haste away. Sall I unsaddle your horse, 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 bewitched has quite forgot Fell Madge's taz, and pawky Mause's plot.

Sir Wil. Kindly old man, remain with

day,

I never from these fields again will stray:

you this

Masons and wrights shall soon my house repair,
And busy gardeners shall new planting rear :
My father's hearty table you soon shall see
Restored, and my best friends rejoice with me.

Sym. That's the best news I heard this twenty year; New day breaks up, rough times begin to clear. Glaud. God save the king, and save Sir William lang,

To enjoy their ain, and raise the shepherd's sang.

Rog. Wha winna dance? wha will refuse to sing? What shepherd's whistle winna lilt the spring? Bauldy. I'm friends with Mause; with very Madge I'm 'greed,

Although they skelpit me when woodly fleid:
I'm now fu' blyth, and frankly can forgive,

To join and sing, "Lang may Sir William live."
Madge. Lang may he live :-And, Bauldy, learn

to steek

Your gab a wee, and think before ye speak;
And never ca' her auld that wants a man,

Else ye may yet some witches fingers ban.
This day I'll with 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. No other name I'll ever for you learn.

And, my good nurse, how shall I gratefu' be,
For a' thy matchless kindness done for me?

Mause. The flowing pleasures of this happy day Does fully all I can require repay.

Sir Wil. To faithful Symon, and, kind Glaud,

to you,

And to your heirs I give in endless féu,
The mailens ye possess, as justly due,

For acting like kind fathers to the pair,

Who have enough besides, and these can spare.
Mause, in
my house in calmness close your days,
With nought to do, but sing your Maker's praise.
Omnes. The Lord of Heaven return your honour's

love,

Confirm your joys, and a' your blessings roove.
Pat. [presenting ROGER to Sir WILLIAM.]

Sir, here's my trusty friend, that always shared
My bosom-secrets, ere I was a laird;
Glaud's daughter Janet (Jenny, think nae shame)
Raised, and maintains in him a lover's flame :
Lang was he dumb, at last he spake, and won,
And hopes to be our honest uncle's son:
Be pleased to speak to Glaud for his consent,
That nane may wear a face of discontent.

Sir Wil. My son's demand is fair; Glaud, let me

crave,

That trusty Roger may your daughter have,

With frank consent; and while he does remain
Upon these fields, I make him chamberlain.

Glaud. You crowd your bounties, Sir, what can

we say,

But that we're dyvours that can ne'er repay?
Whate'er
your honour wills, I shall obey.
Roger, my daughter, with my blessing, take,
And still our master's right your business make.
Please him, be faithful, and this auld gray head
Shall nod with quietness down amang the dead.
Rog. I ne'er was good a speaking a' my days,
Or ever loed to make o'er great a phrase:
my master, father and my wife,

But for

I will employ the cares of all my life.

Sir Wil. My friends, I'm satisfied you'll all behave, Each in his station, as I'd wish or crave.. Be ever virtuous, soon or late ye'll find Reward, and satisfaction to your mind.

The maze of life sometimes looks dark and wild; And oft when hopes are highest, we're beguiled: Aft, when we stand on brinks of dark despair, Some happy turn with joy dispels our care.

Now all's at rights, who sings best let me hear. Peg. When you demand, I readiest should obey: I'll sing you ane, the newest that I hae.

SANG XXII.

Tune "Corn-rigs are bonny."

My Patie is a lover gay,

His mind is never muddy ;

His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy:
His shape is handsome, middle size;
He's comely in his wauking :
The shining of his een surprise;
'Tis Heaven to hear him tawking.

Last night I met him on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing,
There mony a kindly word he spake,
That set my heart a glowing.
He kissed, and vowed he wad be mine,
And loed me best of ony,

That gars me like to sing sincesyne,
O corn-riggs are bonny.

Let lasses of a silly mind

Refuse what maist they're wanting ; Since we for yielding were designed, We chastely should be granting.