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Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers,
They dwell 'mid the tempests of dark Loch-na-garr.
JOHN OF BADENYON.
When first I came to be a man,
Of twenty years, or so,
I thought myself a handsome youth,
And fain the world would know;
In best attire I stept abroad,
With spirits brisk and gay,
And here, and there, and every-where,
Was like a morn in May.
I had no care, nor fear of want,
But rambled up and down,
And for a beau I might have pass'd,
In country, or in town;
I still was pleas'd, where'er I went,
And when I was alone,
I turn'd my pipe and pleas'd myself,
With John of Badenyon.
Now in the days of youthful prime,
A mistress I must find;
For love, they say, gives one an air,
And even improves the mind.
