Whea that hes seen KESWICK, can count hawf its

beauties,

May e'en try to count hawf the stars i' the sky:

There's ULLSWATER, BASSENTHWAITE, WAStwater, DERWENT,

That thousands on thousands ha'e travell'd to view; The langer they gaze, still the mair they may wonder, And aye, as they wonder, may fin summet new.

We've CORBY*, for rocks, caves, and walks sae delightfu',

That Eden a paradise loudly proclaims;

O that sec like pleaces hed aye sec like awners,
Then mud monie girt fwok be proud o' their neames!
We've NETHERBY tui, the grand pride o' the border!
And haws out o' number nae county can bang;
Wi' rivers romantic as TAY, TWEED, or YArrow,
And woodbine bowers weel wordy a sang.
green

We help yen anudder; we welcome the stranger;

Oursels and our country we'll iver defend;

'We pay bits o' taxes as weel as we're yable,

And pray, like true Britons, the war had an end: Then, Cummerlan lads, and ye lish rwosy lasses, If some caw ye clownish, ye needn't think sheame; Be merry and wise, enjoy innocent pleasures,

And aye seek for health and contentment at heame. August 12, 1804.

*See Note LIII.

BALLAD L.

JEFF AND JOB.

TUNE," Fye, gae rub her o'er wi' strae !

JEFF.

COME; Job, let's talk o' weel-kent pleaces,
When young tearin chaps were we:
Now nin nar us but fremm'd feaces-
Few to seyde wi' thee and me!-
Years are geane by twee and twonty,
Sin I kent thy curly pow-

Aye the furst at wark and spwortin,

Were JEFF HEYNE and JWOSEP HOWE.

JOB.

Ay, Jeff! we've lang kent yen anudder;
Monie a time when chaps were crouse,

And meade a brulliment and bodder,
Jeff and Job ha'e clear'd the house;
Nin like thee cud fling the geavelick *;
Nin like me lak'd at fit-baw;
Wi' pennysteans tou was a darter-

I at trippet bang'd tem aw.

*See Note LIV.

JEFF.

Then, Job, I mind at your kurn-supper *,
When I first saw Elcy Greame,
I cudent eat-my heart it flutter'd—
Lang Tom Leytle watch'd us heame :-
We were young, and beath i' fettle-
He wad feght-we e'en set tui;

In the clarty seugh I sent him;
Elcy skirl'd-what cud she dui ?

JOB.

And, Jeff, when met at Cursmas cairdins †,
Few durst lake wi' thee and me;

When we'd hack'd the lads aw roun us,
Off to th' lasses' bed went we;

The as-buird sarrad as a teable,

Legs anundert' claes were laid;

Forby laughin, kissin, jwokin,

Monie a harmless prank we play'd.

JEFF.

Now, Job, we pay for youthfu' follies-
Aw our happy days are geane ;—
Tou's turn'd grousome, bare and dozen'd,
I's just worn to skin and beane.-

*See Note LV.

+ See Note LVI.

But maister's comin in a flurry

Sarvents aye sud mind their wark;

I mun off to deetin havver

Fares-te-weel till efter dark!

October 12, 1804.

BALLAD LI.

TIB AND HER MAISTER.

T'S tir'd wi' liggin aye my leane;
This day seems fair and clear;
Seek th' auld grey yad, clap on the pad,
She's duin nae wark te year :

Furst, Tib, get me my best lin sark,
My wig, and new-greas'd shoon;
My three-nuik'd hat, and mittens white-
I'll hev a young weyfe suin*!

A young weyfe for me, Tib,

A young weyfe for me;

She'll scart my back whene er it yuks,

Sae married I mun be!

*See Note LVII.

Wey, maister! you're hawf blin and deef

The rain comes pouring down ;—

Your best lin sark wants beath the laps,
Your three-nuik'd hat the crown;

• The rattens eat your clouted shoon;
'The yad's unshod and leame;
"You're bent wi' yeage like onie bow;
Sae sit content at heame!

A young weyfe for ye!

They'll rank ye wi' the horned nowt
Until the day ye dee.'

O, Tib! thou aye talks like a fuil !
I's fail'd, but nit sae auld;
A young weyfe keeps yen warm i' bed,
When neets are lang and cauld:

I've brass far mair than I can count,
And sheep, and naigs, and kye;
A house luiks howe widout a weyfe-
My luck I'll e'en gae try.

A young weyfe for me, Tib,
A young weyfe for me;

I yet can lift twea pecks o' wots,
Tho' turn'd o' eighty-three,

H