THE LAY OF THE SCOTTISH FIDDLE. CANTO IV. THE DIGRESSION. I. 'Twas midnight now, and all around As if he'd grind quite through the floor; 'Hoe-corn and dig potatoes' too Was danc'd so to the music true, It seem'd an echo to the strain, Or the same tune play'd o'er again. II. Stout lord Joline with all his heart In these gay gambols took a part; For well I wot a merrier heart Ne'er in such gambols bore a part. None better play'd his cudgel-stick ; And none in merry gibe and jeer Could ever make such pleasant cheer— Not from his stick, but sturdy joke, That many a stranger's head had broke. III. Brawny and low, with bushy head, eye A circling halo you might spy; Such as the moon's pale face deform, Prophetic of the coming storm. These he had got from crusty folks, Who didn't like his lordship's jokes. IV. Lord Joline for his partner chose What though the heavy hand of toil, A foot more broad, a step more true, V. Though bred afar from town and court, And train❜d to toil and rural sport, Yet instinct taught her all the arts Of village swains, who clean face shew, A sigh for sentimental sprigs, Sung psalms to those that pious were, VI. At last the merry reel was done, And ceas'd the dancers every one: Each dancer, as the custom is, Then led her to her wonted place With genuine country bumpkin grace- Upon the floor all doleful lay. |