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all for to guard her harmless sheep.
Arise Clymenia, dearest creature,
arise, for it is almost day;
The sun its golden beams are spreading,
arise, or else your flocks will stray.
Then early arose the fair Clymenia,
and on her spinnet did sweetly play:
You are welcome to me my shepherd,
welcome the shepherd’s holiday.
ROSLIN CASTLE,
'TWAS in that season of the year,
When all things gay and sweet appear,
That Colm with the morning ray,
Arose and sung his rural lay.
Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung;
The hills and dales with Nanny rung:
While Roslin castle heard the swain,
And echo’d back the cheerful strain.
Awake, sweet muse, the breathing spring
With rapture warms; awake, and sing;
Awake, and join the vocal throng,
And hail the morning with a song.
To Nanny raise the cheerful lay,
O bid her haste and come away;
In sweetest smiles herself adorn,
And add new graces to the morn.
