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THE SNAW HAS LEFT THE FELLS.

The snaw has left the fells and fled
Their tops i' green the trees hev cled,
The grund wi' sundry flowers is sown;
And to their stint the becks are fa'n:
Nor fear the nymphs and graces mair
To dance it in the meadows bare.
The year, that slips sae fast away,
Whispers we mun not think to stay:
The spring suin thaws the winter frost,
To meet the spring does simmer post;
Frae simmer autumn cleeks the hauld,
And back at yence is winter cauld.
Yit moons off-hand meake up their loss:
But suin as we the watter cross,
To Tullus great, Æneas guid,
We're dust and shadows without bluid.
And wha, Torquatus, can be sworn
That thame abuin will grant to-mworn?
Leeve than; what's war't i' merry cheer
Frae thankless heirs is gitten clear.
When death, my friend, yence ligs you fast,
And Minus just your doom has past,
Your reace, and wit and worth will mak
But a peer shift to bring you back
Diana, (she's a Goddess tee)
Gets not Hippolytus set free;
And, Theseus aw that strength o' thine
Can never brek Pirithous' chain.