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bodily and spiritually, men who hold their 

 being on the terms, 



' Each aid the others.' 



Burns adds, 



' Come to my bowl, come to my arms, 

 My friends and brothers,' 



and so do I take them to mine. 



But you have now put up your Rod and are 

 ready, having ascertained that the water is in 

 good fishing order, for it is of no use to come 

 on these occasions a fool's errand. Say it is 

 now about the end of April, and the song of 

 the Yellow Haired Laddie comes across your 

 mind ; or, perhaps, those of the greatest pastoral 

 in the English language, as Campbell calls it, 

 1 The Gentle Shepherd,' so little read now a 

 days. 



' This sunny morning Rodger cheers my blood, 

 And puts a' nature in a cheerful mood. 

 How lightsome its to see the rising plants, 

 To hear the birds chirm o'er their pleasant rants.' 



Now, my certy, you have done well, one-and-a- 



