"This fool imagines, as do mony sic, That I'm a witch in compact with _Auld Nick_, Because by education I was taught To speak and act aboon their common thought. Their gross mistake shall quickly now appear, Soon shall they ken what brought, what keeps me here. Now since the royal _Charles_, and right's restor'd, A shepherdess is daughter to a lord. The _bonny foundling_ that's brought up by _Glaud_, Wha has an uncle's care on her bestow'd, Her infant life I sav'd, when a false friend Bow'd to th' _Usurper_, and her death design'd, To establish him and his in all these plains That by right heritage to her pertains. She's now in her sweet bloom, has blood and charms Of too much value for a shepherd's arms: None knows't but me;--and if the morn were come, I'll tell them tales will gar them all sing dumb." Page 29, line 7 from top:-- "I darna stay,--ye joker, let me gang, Or swear ye'll never tempt to do me wrang." Page 29, line 15 from top:-- "Shall do thee wrang, I swear by all aboon." Page 36, line 4 from top:-- "No _Jaccacinths_ or _Eglantines_ appear. Here fail'd and broke's the rising ample shade, Where _peach_ and _nect'rine_ trees their branches spread, Basking in rays, and early did produce Fruit fair to view, delightful in the use; All round in gaps, the walls in ruin lie, And from what stands the wither'd branches fly." Page 47, line 10 from bottom:-- "With equal joy my safter heart does yield, To own thy well-try'd love has won the field." Page 62, top line:-- "But love rebels against all bounding laws; Fixt in my soul the shepherdess excells," Page 63, line 15 from bottom:-- "Fine claiths, saft beds, sweet houses, sparkling wine, Rich fare, and witty friends, whene'er ye dine, Submissive servants, honour, wealth and ease," Page 64, line 14 from bottom:-- "_Roger._ And proud of being your secretary, I To wyle it frae me a' the deels defy." Page 67, line 10 from bottom:-- "Dream thro' that night, 'till my day-star appear;" Page 70, line 5 from bottom:-- "_Peggy._ Were ilka hair that appertains to me Worth an estate, they all belong to thee: My sheers are ready, take what you demand, And aught what love with virtue may command. _Patie._ Nae mair I'll ask; but since we've little time," Page 72, line 9 from top:-- "What want ye, Bauldy, at this [early silent] hour, When nature nods beneath the drowsy pow'r:" Page 73, line 8 from bottom:-- "Lows'd down my breeks, while I like a great fool," [_Not in edition of 1850._ Page 82, line 12 from bottom:-- "_Patie._ Good nurse, dispatch thy story wing'd with blisses, That I may give my cusin fifty kisses."