O WHA will to Saint Stephens House,
To do our errands there, man?
O wha will to Saint Stephens House
O th merry lads of Ayr, man?
Or will we send a man o law?
Or will we send a sodger?
Or him wha led oer Scotland a
The meikle Ursa-Major? 1
Come, will ye court a noble lord,
Or buy a score olairds, man?
For worth and honour pawn their word,
Their vote shall be Glencairds, 2 man.
Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine,
Anither gies them clatter:
Annbank, 3 wha guessed the ladies taste,
He gies a Fête Champêtre.
When Love and Beauty heard the news,
The gay green woods amang, man;
Where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,
They heard the blackbirds sang, man:
A vow, they sealed it with a kiss,
Sir Politics to fetter;
As theirs alone, the patent bliss,
To hold a Fête Champêtre.
Then mounted Mirth, on gleesome wing
Oer hill and dale she flew, man;
Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,
Ilk glen and shaw she knew, man:
She summond every social sprite,
That sports by wood or water,
On th bonie banks of Ayr to meet,
And keep this Fête Champêtre.
Cauld Boreas, wi his boisterous crew,
Were bound to stakes like kye, man,
And Cynthias car, o silver fu,
Clamb up the starry sky, man:
Reflected beams dwell in the streams,
Or down the current shatter;
The western breeze steals throthe trees,
To view this Fête Champêtre.
How many a robe sae gaily floats!
What sparkling jewels glance, man!
To Harmonys enchanting notes,
As moves the mazy dance, man.
The echoing wood, the winding flood,
Like Paradise did glitter,
When angels met, at Adams yett,
To hold their Fête Champêtre.
When Politics came there, to mix
And make his ether-stane, man!
He circled round the magic ground,
But entrance found he nane, man:
He blushd for shame, he quat his name,
Forswore it, every letter,
Wi humble prayer to join and share
This festive Fête Champêtre.
Note 1. James Boswell, the biographer of Dr. Johnson. [back]
Note 2. Sir John Whitefoord, then residing at Cloncaird or Glencaird. [back]
Note 3. William Cunninghame, Esq., of Annbank and Enterkin. [back]