THE FARMER'S INGLE.

Et multo imprimis hilarans couvivia Baccho,

Ante locum, si frigus erit.--VIRG.

1 Whan gloamin gray out owre the welkin keeks;[1]

Whan Batio ca's his owsen[2] to the byre;

Whan Thrasher John, sair dung,[3] his barn-door steeks,[4]

An' lusty lasses at the dightin'[5] tire;

What bangs fu' leal[6] the e'enin's coming cauld,

An' gars[7] snaw-tappit Winter freeze in vain;

Gars dowie mortals look baith blithe an' bauld,

Nor fley'd[8] wi' a' the poortith o' the plain;

Begin, my Muse! and chant in hamely strain.

2 Frae the big stack, weel winnow't on the hill,

Wi' divots theekit[9] frae the weet an' drift,

Sods, peats, and heathery turfs the chimley[10] fill,

An' gar their thickening smeek[11] salute the lift.

The gudeman, new come hame, is blithe to find,

Whan he out owre the hallan[12] flings his een,

That ilka turn is handled to his mind;

That a' his housie looks sae cosh[13] an' clean;

For cleanly house lo'es he, though e'er sae mean.

3 Weel kens the gudewife, that the pleughs require

A heartsome meltith,[14] an' refreshin' synd[15]

O' nappy liquor, owre a bleezin' fire:

Sair wark an' poortith downa[16] weel be joined.

Wi' butter'd bannocks now the girdle[17] reeks;

I' the far nook the bowie[18] briskly reams;

The readied kail[19]stands by the chimley cheeks,

An' haud the riggin' het wi' welcome streams,

Whilk than the daintiest kitchen[20]nicer seems.

4 Frae this, lat gentler gabs[21] a lesson lear:

Wad they to labouring lend an eident[22]hand,

They'd rax fell strang upo' the simplest fare,

Nor find their stamacks ever at a stand.

Fu' hale an' healthy wad they pass the day;

At night, in calmest slumbers dose fu' sound;

Nor doctor need their weary life to spae,[23]

Nor drogs their noddle and their sense confound,

Till death slip sleely on, an' gie the hindmost wound.

5 On siccan food has mony a doughty deed

By Caledonia's ancestors been done;

By this did mony a wight fu' weirlike bleed

In brulzies[24]frae the dawn to set o' sun.

'Twas this that braced their gardies[25] stiff an' strang;

That bent the deadly yew in ancient days;

Laid Denmark's daring sons on yird[26] alang;

Garr'd Scottish thristles bang the Roman bays;

For near our crest their heads they dought na raise.

6 The couthy cracks[27] begin whan supper's owre;

The cheering bicker[28] gars them glibly gash[29]

O' Simmer's showery blinks, an Winter's sour,

Whase floods did erst their mailins' produce hash.[30]

'Bout kirk an' market eke their tales gae on;

How Jock woo'd Jenny here to be his bride;

An' there, how Marion, for a bastard son,

Upo' the cutty-stool was forced to ride;

The waefu' scauld o' our Mess John to bide.

7 The fient a cheep[31]'s amang the bairnies now;

For a' their anger's wi' their hunger gane:

Aye maun the childer, wi' a fastin' mou,

Grumble an' greet, an' mak an unco maen.[32]

In rangles[33] round, before the ingle's low,

Frae gudame's[34] mouth auld-warld tales they hear,

O' warlocks loupin round the wirrikow:[35]

O' ghaists, that wine[36] in glen an kirkyard drear,

Whilk touzles a' their tap, an' gars them shake wi' fear!

8 For weel she trows that fiends an' fairies be

Sent frae the deil to fleetch[37] us to our ill;

That kye hae tint[38] their milk wi' evil ee;

An' corn been scowder'd[39] on the glowin' kiln.

O mock nae this, my friends! but rather mourn,

Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear;

Wi' eild[40] our idle fancies a' return,

And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly[41] fear;

The mind's aye cradled whan the grave is near.

9 Yet Thrift, industrious, bides her latest days,

Though Age her sair-dow'd front wi' runcles wave;

Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays;

Her e'enin stent[42] reels she as weel's the lave.[43]

On some feast-day, the wee things buskit braw,

Shall heese her heart up wi' a silent joy,

Fu' cadgie that her head was up an' saw

Her ain spun cleedin' on a darlin' oy;[44]

Careless though death should mak the feast her foy.[45]

10 In its auld lerroch[46] yet the deas[47] remains,

Where the gudeman aft streeks[48] him at his ease;

A warm and canny lean for weary banes

O' labourers doylt upo' the wintry leas.

Round him will baudrins[49] an' the collie come,

To wag their tail, and cast a thankfu' ee,

To him wha kindly flings them mony a crumb

O' kebbuck[50] whang'd, an' dainty fadge[51] to prie;[52]

This a' the boon they crave, an' a' the fee.

11 Frae him the lads their mornin' counsel tak:

What stacks he wants to thrash; what rigs to till;

How big a birn[53] maun lie on bassie's[54] back,

For meal an' mu'ter[55] to the thirlin' mill.

Neist, the gudewife her hirelin' damsels bids

Glower through the byre, an' see the hawkies[56] bound;

Tak tent, case Crummy tak her wonted tids,[57]

An' ca' the laiglen's[58] treasure on the ground;

Whilk spills a kebbuck nice, or yellow pound.

12 Then a' the house for sleep begin to green,[59]

Their joints to slack frae industry a while;

The leaden god fa's heavy on their een,

An hafflins steeks them frae their daily toil:

The cruizy,[60] too, can only blink and bleer;

The reistit ingle's done the maist it dow;

Tacksman an' cottar eke to bed maun steer,

Upo' the cod[61] to clear their drumly pow,[62]

Till waukened by the dawnin's ruddy glow.

13 Peace to the husbandman, an' a' his tribe,

Whase care fells a' our wants frae year to year!

Lang may his sock[63] and cou'ter turn the gleyb,[64]

An' banks o' corn bend down wi' laded ear!

May Scotia's simmers aye look gay an' green;

Her yellow ha'rsts frae scowry blasts decreed!

May a' her tenants sit fu' snug an' bien,[65]

Frae the hard grip o' ails, and poortith freed;

An' a lang lasting train o' peacefu' hours succeed!

[1] 'Keeks:' peeps.

[2] 'Owsen:' oxen.

[3] 'Sair dung:' fatigued.

[4] 'Steeks:' shuts.

[5] 'Dightin':' winnowing.

[6] 'What bangs fu' leal:' what shuts out most comfortably.

[7] 'Gars:' makes.

[8] 'Fley'd:' frightened.

[9] 'Wi' divots theekit:' thatched with turf.

[10] 'Chimley:' chimney.

[11] 'Smeek:' smoke.

[12] 'Hallan:' the inner wall of a cottage.

[13] 'Cosh:' comfortable.

[14] 'Meltith:' meal.

[15] 'Synd:' drink.

[16] 'Downa:' should not.

[17] 'Girdle:' a flat iron for toasting cakes.

[18] 'Bowie:' beer-barrel.

[19] 'Kail:' broth with greens.

[20] 'Kitchen:' anything eaten with bread.

[21] 'Gabs:' palates.

[22] 'Eident:' assidious.

[23] 'Spae:' fortell.

[24] 'Brulzies:' contests.

[25] 'Gardies:' arms.

[26] 'Yird:' earth.

[27] 'Cracks:' pleasant talk.

[28] 'Bicker:' the cup.

[29] 'gash:' debat.

[30] 'Their mailins' produce hash:' destroy the produce of their farms.

[31] 'The fient a cheep:' not a whimper.

[32] 'Maen:' moan.

[33] 'Rangles:' circles.

[34] 'Gudame's:' grandame.

[35] 'Wirrikow:' scare-crow.

[36] 'Win:' abide.

[37] 'Fleetch:' entice.

[38] 'Tint:' lost.

[39] 'Scowder'd:' scorched.

[40] 'Eild:' age.

[41] 'Bairnly:' childish.

[42] 'Stent:' task.

[43] 'Lave:' the rest.

[44] 'Oy:' grand child.

[45] 'Her foy:' her farewell entertainment.

[46] 'Lerroch:'corner.

[47] 'Deas:' bench.

[48] 'Streeks:' stretches.

[49] 'Baudrins:' the cat.

[50] 'Kebbuck:' cheese.

[51] 'Fadge:' loaf.

[52] 'To prie:' to taste.

[53] 'Birn:' burden.

[54] 'Bassie:' the horse.

[55] 'Mu'ter:' the miller's perquisite.

[56] 'Hawkies:'cows.

[57] 'Tids:' fits.

[58] 'The laiglen: 'the milk-pail.

[59] 'To green:' to long.

[60] 'The cruizy:' the lamp.

[61] 'Cod:' pillow.

[62] 'Drumly pow:' thick heads.

[63] 'Sock:' ploughshare.

[64] 'Gleyb:' soil.

[65] 'Bien: 'comfortable.

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