166 foe try. Sept, ^9,' 



tang may we bruik sic hap[>y hours, 



To stray 'mang braes, an' bogs, an' bow'rs, 



On king's binii day to gather flow'rs 



To bufk our winnocks j 

 Content an^ this be still our dow'rs, 



Wi' claise an' bann«cks. 



Here rowth o' flow'rs by nature grow, 

 Nae art's requir'd to gar them dow ; 

 Ye gods! what blefsings ye bestow- 

 On thankleis man j 



keep us frae the auld boo-kow, 



As lang's \e can. 



Now glorious Samuel, Avon's brag, 



On SIC occaslors never lag, 



By day break rear your painted fl.sg, 



An' flag staft' baith j 



1 wat it is nae tattcr'd rjg. 



But guod hale claith. 



O Avon field I thrice happy place ' 

 Th)s day there's nane o' Adam's race 

 Within thee wears a dowie face. 



For a' aie happy ; 

 God grant it lang may be your case, * 



.Ay hale an' cracky> 



At height o' day the b!ood-red wine, 

 In crista! gUfses sparklin' (hinej 

 Upon my word it's really fine, 



Only to see't ; 

 But by my saul it's nine times nine 



Better to prie't. 



Syne first of a' we toast the king. 

 The niest in orJer is the queen, 

 The pr nee o' Wales the heir I ween 



O' Britain's crown. 

 The royal Lmily bedean, 



Their healths gae roun< 



An' patr'otic chiels beside, 



That lo'e auld Britain's yird and tide. 



Our breast fili'd fou o' loyal pride, 



The.T fealty (hawt, 

 Till hill an' dale at distance wide. 



Ring wi' huzias. 



Cin our gude ki^'g was here himsell, 

 To see our cliops ..n' hear our bell. 

 An' how ilk tongue sie snack sn' snell. 



Loud tours his famc.j 

 ril wad a plack, 1 ere he wad dwell, 



An' ca't h's haitie. 



