The Summer Morn

When maukin bucks, at early f—ks,In dewy glens are seen, sir,When birds on boughs tak aff their m—ws,Amang the leaves sae green, sir,Latona's son looks liquorish onDame Nature's grand impetus,Till his p—t—e rise, then westward flies,To f—k old Madame Thetis.

Yon wandering rill, that marks the hill,And glances o'er the brae, sir,Slides by a bower, where mony a flowerSheds fragrance on the day, sir.There Damon lay with Silvia gay,To love they thought nae crime, sir,The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,While Damon's a—e beat time, sir.

First wi' the thrush, he thrust and pushed,.His p—t—e large and strong, sir,The blackbird next, his tunefu' text,Made him both bold and strong, sir.The linnet's lay came then in play,And the lark that soared aboon, sir,Till Damon fierce, mistimed his a—e,And spent quite out of tune, sir.