Horace in Homespun by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] A New Edition with Illustrations by A. S. Boyd |
The Dog-Days: Hughie's Invitation to a
Weaver Friend. |
Horace in Homespun by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] | ||
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The Dog-Days: Hughie's Invitation to a Weaver Friend.
“Adduxere sitim tempora, Virgili!”
—Car. iv. 12.
—Car. iv. 12.
An' noo the dog-days an' their ills
Come on us fra the sooth,
An' we wha live amang the hills
Are a' brunt up wi' drooth!
Come on us fra the sooth,
An' we wha live amang the hills
Are a' brunt up wi' drooth!
The kye are stan'in' i' the linns,
Or tiggin' owre the braes;
An' oor wee laddie-herd—he rins
Skeer nakit, wantin' claes!
Or tiggin' owre the braes;
An' oor wee laddie-herd—he rins
Skeer nakit, wantin' claes!
Noo, Wull, ye auld divertin' loon,
Nae wonder nor you're thin;
I meikle fear the smoory toon
Has left ye nocht but skin!
Nae wonder nor you're thin;
I meikle fear the smoory toon
Has left ye nocht but skin!
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Lay aff your apron, an' your care,
Till a' this heat be by;
An' come an' see hoo we folk fare
That live by sheep an' kye.
Till a' this heat be by;
An' come an' see hoo we folk fare
That live by sheep an' kye.
That hide o' yours, ye willow wand!
I'll mak' a couthie place for't;
And bring a lemon i' your hand,
We'll aiblins find a use for't.
I'll mak' a couthie place for't;
And bring a lemon i' your hand,
We'll aiblins find a use for't.
There's folk that ca' a dram a crime—
Their virtue's cheap, I'm thinkin';
At least it's pleasant, and the time
Seems to invite to drinkin'!
Their virtue's cheap, I'm thinkin';
At least it's pleasant, and the time
Seems to invite to drinkin'!
Horace in Homespun by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] | ||