Notes.--_wae_, sorrowful; _maun thole_, must endure, must put up with; _factor's snash_, agent's abuse; _poind_, seize upon, sequester; _gear_, property; _hae_, have; _no sae_, not so; _wad_, would; _poortith_, poverty; _grushie_, of thriving growth, well-grown; _weans_, children; _win's_, winds; _nappy_, foaming ale; _reeks_, smokes; _ream_, cream; _luntin'_, smoking, emitting smoke; _sneeshin-mill_, snuff box; _cantie_, merry; _crackin'_, conversing; _crouse_, with good spirits; _ranting_, running noisily; _fain_, glad; _gloamin'_, twilight; _bum-clock_, beetle (that booms); _kye_, cows; _rowtin'_, lowing; _loan_, milking-place; _lugs_, ears. SCOTTISH (Group 8): EDINBURGH. The following stanzas are from _The Farmer's Ingle_, a poem by Robert Fergusson (1750-1774), a native of Edinburgh. Whan gloming grey out o'er the welkin keeks, Whan Batie ca's his owsen to the byre, Whan Thrasher John, sair dung, his barn-door steeks, And lusty lasses at the dighting tire: What bangs fu' leal the e'enings coming cauld, And gars snaw-tappit winter freeze in vain, Gars dowie mortals look baith blythe and bauld, Nor fley'd wi' a' the poortith o' the plain; Begin, my Muse, and chant in hamely strain. Frae the big stack, weel-winnow't on the hill, Wi' divets theekit frae the weet and drift, Sods, peats, and heath'ry trufs the chimley fill, And gar their thick'ning smeek salute the lift; The gudeman, new come hame, is blythe to find, Whan he out o'er the halland flings his een, That ilka turn is handled to his mind, That a' his housie looks sae cosh and clean; For cleanly house lo'es he, tho' e'er sae mean. Weel kens the gudewife that the pleughs require A heartsome meltith, and refreshing synd O' nappy liquor, o'er a bleezing fire; Sair wark and poortith downa weel be join'd. Wi' buttered bannocks now the girdle reeks; I' the far nook the bowie briskly reams; The readied kail stands by the chimley-cheeks, And hauds the riggin het wi' welcome streams; Whilk than the daintiest kitchen nicer seems.... Then a' the house for sleep begin to grien, Their joints to slack frae industry a while; The leaden god fa's heavy on their een, And hafflins steeks them frae their daily toil; The cruizy too can only blink and bleer, The restit ingle's done the maist it dow; Tackman and cottar eke to bed maun steer, Upo' the cod to clear their drumly pow, Till waukened by the dawning's ruddy glow. Notes.--_Ingle_, chimney-corner. _Gloming_, twilight; _keeks_, peeps; _ca's_, drives (lit. calls); _owsen_, oxen; _byre_, cow-house; _sair dung_, sorely tired; _steeks_, shuts; _dighting_, winnowing; _bangs fu' leal_, defeats right well; _gars_, makes; _-tappit_, crested; _dowie_, melancholy; _fley'd_, frighted; _poortith_, poverty.