Louden's bonny woods and braes (1819, Edinburgh)/Content

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CONTENT.

My days they roll pleasant and fair,
My nights from uneasiness free;
My mind's not distracted by care,
No charms has ambition for me.
With joy I salute the bright sun,
When he shines in the eastern sky;
 ​Nor grieve when his race he has run;—
Then who so contented as I?

My love she is gentle and kind,
And vows she‘lt for ever prove true;
An angel in person and mind—
In truth she is rivall'd by few.
While innocence smiles in my home,
And love gives a charm to each joy,
From my humble roof‘d cot I‘ll ne‘er roam;—
Then who so contented as I?


FINIS.

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