Arthur’s Seat

 

While dand’ring cits delight to stray
To Castlehill, or public way,
Whare they nae other purpose mean,
Than that foul cause o’ being seen;
Let me to Arthur’s Seat pursue,
Whare bonny pastures meet the view;
And mony a wild-lorn scene accrues,
Befitting Willie Shakespeare’s muse:
If Fancy there would join the thrang,
The desert rocks and hills amang,
To echoes we should lilt and play,
And gie to Mirth the live-lang day.

Or shou’d some canker’d biting show’r
The day and a’ her sweets deflow’r,
To Holyrood-house let me stray,
And gie to musing a’ the day;
Lamenting what auld Scotland knew
Bien days for ever frae her view:
O Hamilton, for shame! the Muse
Wad pay to thee her couthy vows
Gin ye wad tent the humble strain,
And gie’s our dignity again:
For O, waes me! the thistle springs
In domicile o’ ancient kings,
Without a patriot to regret
Our palace and our ancient state.

Let me to Arthur’s Seat pursue,
Whare bonny pastures meet the view

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