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The Cotters Saturday Nigh (第2/5页)
me, perhaps to shew a bran, or deposite her sair-won penny-fee, to help her parents dear, if they in hardship be. with joy unfeign'd, brothers and sisters meet, and each for other's weelfare kindly speirs: the social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet: each tells the uncos that he sees or hears. the parents, partial, eye their hopeful years; anticipation foroints the view; the mother, wi' her needle and her shears, gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; the father mixes a' wi' admonition due. their master's and their mistress' and, the younkers a' are waro obey; and mind their labours wi' an eydent hand, and ho' out o' sight, to jauk or play; “and o! be sure to fear the lord alway, and mind your duty, duly, morn and night; lest iation's path ye gang astray, implore his sel and assisting might: they never sought in vain that sought the lord aright.” but hark! a rap es gently to the door; jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, tells how a neibor lad came o'er the moor, to do some errands, and voy her hame. the wily mother sees the scious flame sparkle in jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; with heart-struxious care, enquires his name, while jenny hafflins is afraid to speak; weel-pleased the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. wi' kindly wele, jenny brings him ben; a strappin youth, he takes the mother's eye; blythe jenhe visit's no ill ta'en; the father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. the youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, but blate an' laithfu', scarce weel behave; the mother, wi' a woman's wiles, spy what makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave, weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected li