When maukin bucks, at early f — s,
In dewy glens are seen, Sir;
And birds, on boughs, take off their m — s,
Amang the leaves sae green, Sir;
Latona's sun looks liquorish on
Dame Nature's grand impetus,
Till his p-go rise, then westward flies
To r-ger Madame Thetis.

Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where many a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's a-se beat time, Sir.

First, wi' the thrush, his thrust and push
Had compass large and long, Sir;
The blackbird next, his tuneful text,
Was bolder, clear and strong, Sir:
The linnet's lay came then in play,
And the lark that soar'd aboon, Sir;
Till Damon, fierce, mistim'd his a — ,
And f — 'd quite out o' tune, Sir.