the fete champetre

tune—“killiecrankie.”

o wha will to saint stephen's house,

to do our errands there, man?

o wha will to saint stephen's house

o' th' merry lads of ayr, man?

or will we send a man o' law?

or will we send a sodger?

or him wha led o'er scotland a'

the meikle ursa-major?

come, will ye court a noble lord,

or buy a score o'lairds, man?

for worth and honour pawn their word,

their vote shall be glencaird's, man.

ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine,

anither gies them clatter:

annbank, wha guessed the ladies' taste,

he gies a fete champetre.

when love and beauty heard the news,

the gay green woods amang, man;

where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,

they heard the blackbird's sang, man:

a vow, they sealed it with a kiss,

sir politics to fetter;

as their's alone, the patent bliss,

to hold a fete champetre.

then mounted mirth, on gleesome wing

o'er hill and dale she flew, man;

ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,