4 Now, from the mountain's lofty brow, I view the distant ocean; There av‘rice guides the boarding prow- Ambition courts promotion. Let fortune pour her golden store, Her laurel'd favours many Give me but this my soul's first wish, The lass of Arranteenie.
MEG O'THE MILL. O ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten? An' ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten? She has gotten a coos wi' a claut o'siller, And broken the heart o' the barley miller. The miller was strappin', the miller was ruddy A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady: The laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl: She's left the guid fellow, and ta'en the churl. The miller he hecht her, a heart leal and loving: The laird did address her wi' matter mair moving: A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear chained bridle, A whip by her side, and a bonnie side saddle. O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing; And wae on the love that is ex'd on a mailin'! A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle, Bat, gie me my love, and a fig for the wart!
