Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie

Wi' their loving ways;

So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly

As a winter day,

Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly

Wi' the breath of May.

Prudery still affects the valley,

Shady and alane,

Meeting souls that loveward sally,

Icy as a stane.

On the mountain true Love singeth,

Liberty is there;

Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth,

From her waving hair.

On the peaks abide the pleasures,

Young and sweet and free,

Yoked with Youth's immortal treasures,

Love and Liberty;

So, the hilltops seek while soaring,

Eaglet of Love's sky;

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