Yet thrift, industrious, bides her latest days; 2 wrinkles Though age her sair-dow'd1 front wi' runcles2 wave, I sorely faded. Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays, Her e'enin' stent3 reels she as weel's the lave. 3 task. 4 lift. 5 cheerful. 6 clothing. 7 grandson. In its auld lerroch yet the deas9 remains, 8 place. Whare the gudeman aft streiks 10 him at his ease; 10 stretches. A warm and canny lean for weary banes II stupefied with O' lab'rers doiled upon the wintry leas. 13 cheese cut in 14 bannock to taste. Frae him the lads their mornin' counsel tak' ; What stacks he wants to thrash, what rigs to till; How big a birn 15 maun lie on Bassie's 16 back, For meal and mu'ter to the thirlin' mill.* 15 burden. 16 old horse. * In feudal times every owner of a barony was bound to build a meal mill upon his lands. To this mill all the tenants of the barony were "thirled." That is, they were bound to send their corn there to be ground at certain rates. Whether they did so or not, the multures, or payments in kind, had to be made. Niest, the gudewife her hirelin' damsels bids Tak' tent, 'case Crummy tak' her wonted tids2, Then a' the house for sleep begin to grien, And haflins steeks 5 them frae their daily toil; The restit ingle's done the maist it dow3; 12 ridges. 13 showery. 14 comfortable. Peace to the husbandman and a' his tribe, And bauks 12 o' corn bend down wi' laded ear! Her yellow har'sts frae scowry 13 blasts decreed ! Frae the hard grip o' ails and poortith freed; THE SITTING OF THE SESSION. PHOEBUS, Sair cowed wi' Simmer's height, Which heeze the heart o' dowie wight I earth. 2 uplift. Weel lo'es me o' you, Business! now; For ye'll weet mony a drouthy mou', O' dribbles frae the gude brown cow, The Court o' Session, weel wat I, Pits ilk chiel's whittle i' the pie; Can creesh the slaw-gaun wheels whan dry, Till Session's done; Though they'll gi'e mony a cheep and cry Or twalt o' June. 1 hard drinkers. 2 tipple. 3 throat-phlegm, lit. gossamer. 4 trouble. Ye benders' a' that dwall in joot2, And gar your cares a' tak' the rout, 5 countenance. 6 tabled. Rob Gibb's gray giz5, new frizzled fine, For whisky gills, or dribs o' wine, 7 flatter. Bar-keepers now, at outer door, Tak' tent as folk gang back and fore; Though ye've a cause the House before, Gin ony here wi' canker knocks, Ye's nae be here." I Now, at the door, they'll raise a plea :- When scauldin' but and ben we see, I scolding. 2 tongue-tied. The lawyers' skelfs, and printers' presses, The clerk in toil his pleasure places, At five hours bell scribes shaw their faces, 3 forthwith. 4 rub the rheum from their eyes. The country folk to lawyers crook: And willing ware my hindmost rook7 5 search, rifle. 6 spend. 7 possession. But Law's a draw-well unco deep, A donnart chiel, whan drunk, may dreep Fu' sleely in, ΙΟ But finds the gate9 baith stey 10 and steep Ere out he win. 8 stupified. 9 way. |