This night his weekly moil[7] is at an end, 15
Collects his spades, his mattocks,[8] and his hoes,
Hoping the morn[9] in ease and rest to spend,
And weary, o’er the moor, his course does homeward[10] bend.
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an
aged tree; 20
Th’ expectant wee-things, toddlin,
stacher[11] through
To meet their dad, wi’
flichterin’[12] noise and glee.
His wee bit ingle,[13] blinkin bonilie,[14]
His clean hearth-stane,[15]
his thrifty wine’s smile,
The lisping infant prattling on his knee,
25
Does a’ his weary kiaugh
and care beguile,[16]
And makes him quite forget his labor and
his toil,
Belyve the elder bairns come drapping
in,[17]
At service out, amang the
farmers roun’;
Some ca’[18] the pleugh, some herd,
some tentie rin 30
A cannie errand to a neebor
town:[19]
Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman
grown,
In youthfu’ bloom, love
sparkling in her e’e,[20]
Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw[21]
new gown,
Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee,[22]
35
To help her parents dear, if they in hardship
be.
With joy unfeigned brothers and sisters
meet,
And each for other’s
weelfare kindly spiers:[23]
The social hours, swift-winged, unnoticed
fleet;
Each tells the uncos[24] that
he sees or hears. 40
The parents, partial, eye their hopeful
years;
Anticipation forward points
the view;
The mother wi’ her needle and her
sheers[25]
Gars auld claes look amaist
as weel ’s the new;[26]
The father mixes a’ wi’ admonition
due. 45
Their master’s and their mistress’s
command
The younkers[27] a’
are warned to obey;
And mind their labors wi’ an eydent[28]
hand,
And ne’er, though out
o’ sight, to jauk[29] or play:
“And O! be sure to fear the Lord
alway, 50
And mind your duty, duly,
morn and night;
Lest in temptation’s path ye gang[30]
astray,
Implore His counsel and assisting
might:
They never sought in vain that sought
the Lord aright!”
But hark! a rap comes gently to the
door; 55
Jenny, wha kens[31] the meaning o’ the same,
Tells how a neebor[32] lad came o’er the moor
To do some errands, and convoy her hame.
The wily mother sees the conscious flame
Sparkle in Jenny’s e’e, and flush
her cheek; 60
With heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name,
While Jenny hafflins[33] is afraid to speak;
Weel pleased the mother hears, it’s nae[34]
wild, worthless rake.