Davies（1 / 2）

the charms of lovely davies

tune—“miss muir.”

o how shall i, unskilfu', try

the poet's occupation?

the tunefu' powers, in happy hours,

that whisper inspiration;

even they maun dare an effort mair

than aught they ever gave us,

ere they rehearse, in equal verse,

the charms o' lovely davies.

each eye it cheers when she appears,

like phoebus in the morning,

when past the shower, and every flower

the garden is adorning:

as the wretch looks o'er siberia's shore,

when winter-bound the wave is;

sae droops our heart, when we maun part