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ROYAL
LADY'S MAGAZINE,
AND
Archives of the Court of St. James's.
OUR AMBITION IS TO RAISE THE FEMALE MIND OF ENGLAND TO ITS TRUE LEVEL."
Dedication to the Queen.
Dedication to the Queen.
JULY, 1831.
CUDDY CLEW;
A PASTORAL.
By the Ettrick Shepherd.
Cuddy rasé ae morn in June,
Clear the sky, an' sweet the weather;
Man an' beast was light an' boon,
An' the birds o' ilka feather:
Cuddy don'd his hase an' shoon,
Gae a grane wi langsame croon,
Then a sigh that tawld o'er soon,
His paar heart was aut o' tune,
An' a' gane wrang wi him thegither.
Clear the sky, an' sweet the weather;
Man an' beast was light an' boon,
An' the birds o' ilka feather:
Cuddy don'd his hase an' shoon,
Gae a grane wi langsame croon,
Then a sigh that tawld o'er soon,
His paar heart was aut o' tune,
An' a' gane wrang wi him thegither.
Cuddy kaimed his yellow hair,
Gant it o'er his shoulders scatter;
Shaved his beard completely bare,
Wash'd his face wi' saep an' watery
Dried it wi' his laiby well,
Fawdit back his braid lapell,
Pray'd a prayer, as I heard tell,
For defence against a spell,
O' the which he'd gat a smatter.
Gant it o'er his shoulders scatter;
Shaved his beard completely bare,
Wash'd his face wi' saep an' watery
Dried it wi' his laiby well,
Fawdit back his braid lapell,
Pray'd a prayer, as I heard tell,
For defence against a spell,
O' the which he'd gat a smatter.