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Page 302:-
Farewell my flute, then, yet to Carlisle fair,
When to the stationer's I'll stright repair,
And bauldly for thur compliments enquear -
Care I a fardin? - let the 'prentice jeer.
That dune, a handsome letter I'll indite,
Handsome as ever country lad did write;
A letter 'at sall tell her aw' I feel,
And aw' my wants without a blush reveal.
But now the clouds brek off, and sineways run;
Out frae his shelter lively luiks the sun;
Brave hearty blasts the droopin barley dry:
The lads are gaen to sheer, and sae mun I.

  Horace bk.4 ode 7
HORACE, BOOK 2 (sic), ODE 7. TRANSLATED IN THE CUMBERLAND DIALECT.
The snaw has left the fells., and fled;
Their tops i' green the trees hav' cled;
The grund wi' sindry flowers is sawn;
And to their stint the becks are fawn:
Nor fear the nyhphs (sic) and graces mair
To dance it in the meadows bare.
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