Pentland Hills

When the bright god of day drove westward his ray,

And the ev'ning was charming and clear,

The swallows amain nimbly skim o'er the plain,

And our shadows like giants appear.

In a jessamine bow'r, when the bean was in flow'r,

And zephyrs breath'd odours around,

Lov'd Celia was sat, with her song and her lute,

And she charm'd all the grove with the sound.

Rosy bowers, she sung, while the harmony rung,

And the birds they all flutt'ring arrive;

Th'industrious bees, from the flowers and trees,

Gently hum with their sweets to their hive.

The gay god of love, as he flew o'er the grove,

By zephyrs conducted along:

As she touch'd on the strings, he beat time with his wings,

And Echo repeated the song