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FETE CHAMPETRE

(Robert Burns)

O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House,

To do our errands there, man?

O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House

O, th' merry lads of Ayr, man?

Or will ye send a man-o-law?

Or will ye send a sodger?

Or him wha led o'er Scotland a'

The meikle Ursa-Major?

Come, will ye court a noble lord,

Or buy a score o' lairds, man?

For Worth and Honour pawn their word.

Their vote shall be Glencaird's, man.

Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine,

Anither gies them clatter;

Anbank, wha guess'd the ladies' taste,

He gies a Fete Champetre.

When Love and Beauty heard the news

The gay green-woods amang, man,

Where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,

They heard the blackbird's sang, man:

A vow, they seal'd it with a kiss,

Sir Polities to fetter:

As their alone, the patent bliss,

To hold a Fete Champetre.

Then mounted Mirth on gleesome wing,

O'er hill and dale she flew, man;

Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,

Ilk glen and shaw she knew, man

She summon'd every social sprite,

That sports by wood or water,
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On th' bonie banks of Ayr to meet,

And keep this Fete Champetre.

Cauld Boreas, wi his boisterous crew

Were bound to stakes like kye, man;

And Cynthia's ear, o silver fu,

Clamb up the starry sky, man:

Reflected beams dwell in the streams,

Or down the current shatter;

The western breeze steals through the trees

To view this Fete Champetre.

How many a robe sae gaily floats,

What sparkling jewels glance, man,

To harmony's enchanting notes,

As moves the mazy dance, man!

The echoing wood, the winding flood,

Like Paradise did glitter,

When angels met at Adam's yett

To hold their Fete Champetre.

When Politics came there, to mix

And make his ether-stane, man,

He circled round the magic ground,

But entrance found he nane, man:

He blush'd for shame, he quat his name,

Forswore it, every letter,

Wi humble prayer to join and share

This festive Fete Champetre.

tune:Killicrankie (313)

@Scots

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