And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars Me Greet To Think How Monie Counsels Sweet, How Monie Lengthened Sage Advices, The Husband Frae The Wife Despises.

Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.