Come tell me a' you shepherds That love the tarry woo', And tell me a' you jolly boys That whistle at the plow, What is the greatest bliss That the tongue of man can name, 'Tis "To woo a bonny lassie When the kye come hame." When the kye come hame, When the kye come hame, 'Tween the gloaming and the mirk, When the kye come hame. That's the burden, or the quoir, as father Cormack calls it;--the o'erword, like. VERSE SECOND. 'Tis not beneath the burgonet, Nor yet beneath the crown, 'Tis not on couch of velvet, Nor yet in bed of down; 'Tis beneath the spreading birch In the dell without the name, Wi' a bonny bonny lassie, When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, &c. VERSE THIRD. There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he lo'es to see, And on the topmost bough, Oh a happy bird is he! There he pours his melting ditty, And love 'tis a' the theme; And he'll woo his bonny lassie When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, &c. VERSE FOURTH. When the little wee bit heart Rises high in the breast, And the little wee bit starn Rises red in the east, O there's a joy sae dear, That the heart can hardly frame, Wi' a bonny bonny lassie, When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, &c. VERSE FIFTH. Then the eye shines sae bright, The hale soul to beguile, There's love in every whisper, And joy in every smile. O wha wad chuse a crown Wi' its perils and its fame, And miss a bonny lassie When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, &c. Here the poet warred a long time with recollection, always repeating, "I made the thing, and it is impossible I can forget it--I can't comprehend----" At length he sung the following verse, which he said was the fifteenth. VERSE THE FIFTEENTH. See yonder pawky shepherd, That lingers on the hill, His ewes are in the fauld And his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to bed, For his heart is in a flame, To meet his bonnie lassie, When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, &c. VERSE SIXTEENTH AND LAST. Away wi' fame and fortune, What comfort can they gie? And a' the arts that prey On man's life and libertye; Gie me the highest joy That the heart of man can frame, My bonny, bonny lassie, When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, When the kye come hame; 'Tween the gloaming and the mirk, When the kye come hame.