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The seventh muse
Fair Brethren Trees, and sith so is your Name,
Be still the badge of concord, and proclaime
All health and wealth, unto that happie race,
Where grace and vertue mutually embrace.
To Moncrief easterne, then to Wallace-town
To Fingask of Dundas, thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as Martiall Men, we faire.
What life Mans heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earne, on th'other side,
Dreilling our Sojours, Vulgars were affraide.
Thence to the Pights great Metropolitan,
Where stands a steeple, the like in all Britaine[1]
Not to be found againe, a work of wonder,
So tall and round in frame, a just cylinder
Built by the Pights in honour of their King,
That of the Scots none should attempt such thing,
As over his bellie big to walk or ride,
But this strong hold should make him to abide.
Unlesse on Pegasus that he would flee,
Or on Ioves bird should soare into the skye,
As rode Bellerophon and Ganymede:
But mounted so must ride no giddie head.
From thence we merch't directlie unto Dron,
And from that stead past to the Rocking stone;
Accompanied with Infantrie a band,
Each of us had a hunting staffe in hand,
With whistles shrile, the fleeing fowles to charme,
And fowlers nets upon our other arme:
But as for me about my neck was borne,
To sound the chace a mightie hunting horne;
Be still the badge of concord, and proclaime
All health and wealth, unto that happie race,
Where grace and vertue mutually embrace.
To Moncrief easterne, then to Wallace-town
To Fingask of Dundas, thence passing down
Unto the Rynd, as Martiall Men, we faire.
What life Mans heart could wish more void of care?
Passing the river Earne, on th'other side,
Dreilling our Sojours, Vulgars were affraide.
Thence to the Pights great Metropolitan,
Where stands a steeple, the like in all Britaine[1]
Not to be found againe, a work of wonder,
So tall and round in frame, a just cylinder
Built by the Pights in honour of their King,
That of the Scots none should attempt such thing,
As over his bellie big to walk or ride,
But this strong hold should make him to abide.
Unlesse on Pegasus that he would flee,
Or on Ioves bird should soare into the skye,
As rode Bellerophon and Ganymede:
But mounted so must ride no giddie head.
From thence we merch't directlie unto Dron,
And from that stead past to the Rocking stone;
Accompanied with Infantrie a band,
Each of us had a hunting staffe in hand,
With whistles shrile, the fleeing fowles to charme,
And fowlers nets upon our other arme:
But as for me about my neck was borne,
To sound the chace a mightie hunting horne;
And
- ↑ Abernethie.