and o! as she wanton'd sae gay on the wing.
i rede you, &c.
auld phoebus himself, as he peep'd o'er the hill,
in spite at her plumage he tried his skill;
he levell'd his rays where she bask'd on the brae—
his rays were outshone, and but mark'd where she lay.
i rede you,&c.
they hunted the valley, they hunted the hill,
the best of our lads wi' the best o' their skill;
but still as the fairest she sat in their sight,
then, whirr! she was over, a mile at a flight.
i rede you, &c.