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Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... THE YELLOW FINS 0'' YARROW. I. The yellow fins o'' Yarrow dale! I kenna whar they''ve gane tae; Were ever troots in Border vale Sae comely or sae dainty? Ii. They had baith gowd and spanglit rings, Wi'' walth o'' pearl amang them; An'' for sweet luve o'' the bonny things, The heart was laith to wrang them. in. But he that angles Yarrow ower, (Maun changes ever waken?) Frae our Lady''s Loch to Newark Tower, Will find the stream forsaken. IV. Forsaken ilka bank an'' stane O'' a'' its troots o'' splendour; Auld Yarrow''s left sae lorn and lane, Ane scarcely wad hae kenn''d her. v. Waes me! the auncient yellow fin I marvel whar he''s gane tae; Was ever troot''in Forest rin Sae comely or sae dainty! A PICTURE. We listen by the waters blue to voices that we love; Sweet flowers are twinkling at our side, and willow leaves above; Before us feeds the fearless trout, emerging from the calm, And bleats behind the fleecy ewe upon its wandering lamb. Delicious musings fill the heart, and images of bliss: Ah! that all pictures of the past were innocent as this,--That life were like a summer trance beneath a willow wide, Or the ramble of an angler lone along the river-side. A PECK 0'' TROUBLES. i. Gie me my gaud, my guid auld gaud--The wan'' I lo''e sae rarely; But faith, guidwife, it''s unco thraw''d, Ye hae na used it fairly. 1i. The bairns! plague tak the thievin'' things! They play the verra deevil; Wha''d think they''ve hashed my lav''rock wings, An'' ta''en my mennin sweevil? in. They''ve made sair wark amang the flees, There''s neither huik nor hackle; What''s a'' the guid o'' brew or breeze An'' no ane skein o'' tackle? IV. But, hinny, whar''s my muckle reel? Gie up yer cloots and needle--I wadna lose my honest wheel For a'' the wives in Tweeddale. v. No to the fore! I micht hae guess''d Some ill or ithe...
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