_Pat._ I'm glad to hear't--But O my change this day Heaves up my joy, and yet I'm sometimes wae. I've found a father, gently kind as brave, And an estate that lifts me 'boon the lave. With looks all kindness, words that love confest; } He all the father to my soul exprest, } While close he held me to his manly breast. } Such were the eyes, he said, thus smil'd the mouth Of thy lov'd mother, blessing of my youth; Who set too soon!--And while he praise bestow'd, Adown his graceful cheek a torrent flow'd. My new-born joys, and this his tender tale, Did, mingled thus, o'er a' my thoughts prevail: That speechless lang, my late kend Sire I view'd, While gushing tears my panting breast bedew'd. Unusual transports made my head turn round, } Whilst I myself with rising raptures found } The happy son of ane sae much renown'd. } But he has heard!--too faithful Symon's fear Has brought my love for Peggy to his ear: Which he forbids.--Ah! this confounds my peace, While thus to beat, my heart shall sooner cease. _Rog._ How to advise ye, troth I'm at a stand: But were't my case, ye'd clear it up aff hand. _Pat._ Duty, and haflen reason plead his cause: But what cares love for reason, rules and laws? Still in my heart my shepherdess excells, And part of my new happiness repells. _Or sung as follows._ SANG XVI.--_Tune_, Kirk wad let me be. _Duty and part of reason Plead strong on the parent's side, Which love so superior calls treason; The strongest must be obey'd: For now, tho' I'm one of the gentry, My constancy falshood repells; For change in my heart has no entry, Still there my dear_ Peggy _excells._ _Rog._ Enjoy them baith.--Sir William will be won: Your Peggy's bonny;--you're his only son. _Pat._ She's mine by vows, and stronger ties of love; And frae these bands nae change my mind shall move. I'll wed nane else; thro' life I will be true: But still obedience is a parent's due. _Rog._ Is not our master and yoursell to stay Amang us here?--or are ye gawn away To London court, or ither far aff parts, To leave your ain poor us with broken hearts? _Pat._ To Edinburgh straight to-morrow we advance, } To London neist, and afterwards to France, } Where I must stay some years, and learn--to dance, } And twa three other monky-tricks.--That done, I come hame struting in my red-heel'd shoon. Then 'tis design'd, when I can well behave, That I maun be some petted thing's dull slave, For some few bags of cash, that I wat weel I nae mair need nor carts do a third wheel. But Peggy, dearer to me than my breath, Sooner than hear sic news, shall hear my death.