Composed in Spring

5 Chorus.—And maun I still on Menie doat,

6 And bear the scorn that’s in her e’e?

7 For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like a hawk,

8 An’ it winna let a body be.

9In vain to me the cowslips blaw,

10 In vain to me the vi’lets spring;

11In vain to me in glen or shaw,

12 The mavis and the lintwhite sing.

13 And maun I still, &c.

14The merry ploughboy cheers his team,

15Wi’ joy the tentie seedsman stalks;

16But life to me’s a weary dream,

17A dream of ane that never wauks.

18 And maun I still, &c.

19The wanton coot the water skims,

20Amang the reeds the ducklings cry,

21The stately swan majestic swims,

22And ev’ry thing is blest but I.

23 And maun I still, &c.

24The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,

25And o’er the moorlands whistles shill:

26Wi’ wild, unequal, wand’ring step,

27I meet him on the dewy hill.

28 And maun I still, &c.

29And when the lark, ’tween light and dark,

30Blythe waukens by the daisy’s side,

31And mounts and sings on flittering wings,

32A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.

33 And maun I still, &c.

34Come winter, with thine angry howl,

35And raging, bend the naked tree;

36Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,

37When nature all is sad like me!

38 And maun I still, &c.