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Robert Burns - Again Rejoicing Nature Sees
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Again rejoicing nature sees
     Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,
     All freshly steep`d in morning dews.
          And maun I still on Menie doat,
               And bear the scorn that`s in her ee?
          For it`s jet, jet black, an` it`s like a hawk,
               An` it winna let a body be!

In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
     In vain to me the vi`lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
     The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
          And maun I still…

The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
     Wi` joy the tentie seedsman stalks,
But life to me `s a weary dream,
     A dream of ane that never wauks.
          And maun I still…

The wanton coot the water skims,
     Among the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
     And every thing is blest but I.
          And maun I still…

The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
     And owre the moorlands whistles shill,
Wi` wild, unequal, wand`ring step,
     I meet him on the dewy hill.
          And maun I still…

And when the lark, `tween light and dark,
     Blythe waukens by the daisy`s side,
And mounts and sings on fluttering wings,
     A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
          And maun I still…

Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
     And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
     When Nature all is sad like me!
          And maun I still…
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