PASSERES. ( 168 ) FRINGILLIDM. 



THE LINNET. 



GREY LINNET, BROWN LINNET, ROSE LINNET, WHIN LINNET, 

 GREATER REDPOLL, LINTIE, LINTWHITE. 



Linota cannabina. 

 %\)z (Beep ILintit.'W^z iao0e %intiz, %^t (L^l)in %imit. 



The Warblers are heard in the grove, 



The Linnet, the Lark, and the Thrush, 

 The Blackbird ajtd sweet cooing Dove, 



With musick enchant ev'ry bush ; 

 Come, let us go forth to the mead. 



Let us see how the primroses spring ; 

 We 'II lodge i?t sotne village on Tweed, 



And love while the feathet' d folks sing. 



Crawford, Tweedside.^ 



The lyntquhit sang cimterpoint quhen the oszil zelpit. 



Sir David Lindsay, Complaynt of Scotland. 



In former times, before the advance of agricultural improve- 

 ments had taken place to such a great extent in the county 

 as now, and when on many farms in the Merse there still 

 remained some waste uncultivated ground covered with 

 whins and broom, the Linnet was much more plentiful than 

 it is at present. It is, however, even yet, numerous in 

 suitable localities, such as the neighbourhood of wild grounds 

 and moorlands, rocky deans, sea-banks, and the like ; where 

 whins, with burdocks and horse-knots, abound. The banks 



1 This fine Scottish song was written in 1731 by Robert Crawford of 

 Auchinames. 



