AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steepd in morning dews.
Chorus.And maun I still on Menie doat,
And bear the scorn thats in her ee?
For its jet, jet black, an its like a hawk,
An it winna let a body be.
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vilets spring;
In vain to me in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
And maun I still, &c.
The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi joy the tentie seedsman stalks;
But life to mes a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
And maun I still, &c.
The wanton coot the water skims,
Amang the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And evry thing is blest but I.
And maun I still, &c.
The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,
And oer the moorlands whistles shill:
Wi wild, unequal, wandring step,
I meet him on the dewy hill.
And maun I still, &c.
And when the lark, tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisys side,
And mounts and sings on flittering wings,
A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
And maun I still, &c.
Come winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging, bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When nature all is sad like me!
And maun I still, &c.