Hughie Fa’s in wi’ a Fairy, pp.47-48.

[Horace in Homespun Contents]

Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chloë!” – CAR. I., 23. 

WHA’S aucht this bonnie bashfu’ bairn 

Cooerin’ her lane ahint the cairn? 

Whas’ can the lassie be? 

Or is’t a fairy fra the fern 

Looks wonderin’ oot on me? 

– 

Tell me, thou timorous mountain fay, 

If that thy name an’ lineage may 

By mortal mooth be speir’d! 

The fient a wird she has to say – 

The lassie’s dumb, or fear’d! 

– 

That heavin’ breist, that startin’ tear, 

That glance as o’ a huntit deer, 

That gentle hazel ee 

Frozen sae wide – it maun be fear! 

But never fear o’ me? 

– 

O’ me wham every collie kens? 

Wha’s grozer-busses mak’ amen’s 

For scarcity o’ crap 

By chirpin’ sprogs, an’ cheerfu’ weans 

That kink me at the slap? 

– 

My silly sheep are weel aware 

Their comfort is my only care, 

An’ follow whaur I lead, 

Sure o’ a warmer-tempered air 

An’ greener place to feed. 

– 

Nor beast nor body, big nor wee, 

Ever afore mistrustit me, 

That ever yet cam’ near me; 

What is’t aboot me startles thee

An’ gars thee seem to fear me? 

– 

Is it that thy owre-carefu’ granny 

Had telt thee men-folk arena canny – 

Their very friendship fraud? 

I’d hae thee think, my sweet young Nanny, 

We’re no sae ill’s we’re ca’d! 

– 

Wimmen are angels, I alloo – 

But angels’ brithers canna boo 

To be set doun as feends! 

Think better o’ breek folk! – an’ noo 

Come oot, an’ lat’s be friends! 

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