Daft Jean,
The waesome wean,
She cam' by the cottage, she cam' by the ha',
The laird's ha' o' Wutherstanelaw,
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Child, your effectual hands create too much.
The things they fashion having, thenceforth, less
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Down by the Sutlej shore,
Where sound the trumpet and the wild tum-tum,
At winter's eve did come
A gaunt old northern lion, at whose roar
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Tall and young and light of tongue,
Gallantly riding by wood and lea,
He was ware of a maiden fair
And turned and whispered, 'Remember me.'
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'The Spring again hath started on the course
Wherein she seeketh Summer thro' the Earth.
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Rain, rain, sweet warm rain,
On the wood and on the plain!
Rain, rain, warm and sweet,
Summer wood lush leafy and loud,
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Oh worst of years, by what signs shall we know
So dire an advent? Let thy New-Year's-day
Be night. At the east gate let the sun lay
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While the thistle bears
Spears,
And the shamrock is green,
And the English rose
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Beauty is One. But that so equal gold,
Run in the apt and kindly difference
Of each receptive and significant sense,
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