_Peg._ To me the views of wealth and an estate, Seem light when put in ballance with my Pate: For his sake only, I'll ay thankful bow For such a kindness, _best of men_, to you. _Sym._ What double blythness wakens up this day! I hope now, Sir, you'll no soon haste away. Sall I unsadle your horse, and gar prepare A dinner for ye of hale country fare? See how much joy unwrinkles every brow; Our looks hing on the twa, and doat on you: Even Bauldy the bewitch'd has quite forgot Fell Madge's taz, and pawky Mause's plot. _Sir Will._ Kindly old man, remain with you this day! I never from these fields again will stray: Masons and wrights shall soon my house repair, And bussy gardners shall new planting rear: My father's hearty table you soon shall see Restor'd, and my best friends rejoice with me. _Sym._ That's the best news I heard this twenty year; New day breaks up, rough times begin to clear. _Glaud._ God save the King, and save Sir William lang, To enjoy their ain, and raise the shepherd's sang. _Rog._ Wha winna dance? wha will refuse to sing? What shepherd's whistle winna lilt the spring? _Baul._ I'm friends with Mause,--with very Madge I'm 'greed, Altho' they skelpit me when woodly fleid: I'm now fu' blyth, and frankly can forgive, To join and sing, "Lang may Sir William live." _Mad._ Lang may he live:--And, Bauldy, learn to steek Your gab a wee, and think before ye speak; And never ca' her auld that wants a man, Else ye may yet some witches' fingers ban. This day I'll wi' the youngest of ye rant, And brag for ay, that I was ca'd the aunt Of our young lady,--my dear bonny bairn! _Peg._ No other name I'll ever for you learn.-- And, my good nurse, how shall I gratefu' be, For a' thy matchless kindness done for me? _Mause._ The flowing pleasures of this happy day Does fully all I can require repay. _Sir Will._ To faithful Symon, and, kind Glaud, to you, } And to your heirs I give in endless feu, } The mailens ye possess, as justly due, } For acting like kind fathers to the pair, Who have enough besides, and these can spare. Mause, in my house in calmness close your days, With nought to do, but sing your Maker's praise. _Omnes._ The Lord of Heaven return your Honour's love, Confirm your joys, and a' your blessings roove. _Patie_, [_presenting Roger to Sir William._] Sir, here's my trusty friend, that always shar'd My bosom-secrets, ere I was a laird; Glaud's daughter Janet (Jenny, thinkna shame) Rais'd, and maintains in him a lover's flame: Lang was he dumb, at last he spake, and won, And hopes to be our honest uncle's son: Be pleas'd to speak to Glaud for his consent, That nane may wear a face of discontent.