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The Cottar s Sang - Andrew Mercer The hairst now is owre, An' the stacks are a' theekit; The barn-yard is fu', An' the yett's fairly steekit. The potatoes are up, An' are a' snugly pitted; The crap o' the puir man For winter fare fitted. O how happy the hynd Wha's laid in for the winter, Wi' his eldin an' meal, His cow an' bit grunter. Though he toil a' the day, Through the cauld sleety weather, By his ingle at e'en It's forgot a' thegither. Syne the bairns are drapin' in Frae the neist farm-steadins, To claver owre the news; Or speak o' new cleadins: Ilk ane tells his tale, The day's simple story; An' the cottar's fireside Is a' in its glory! The Jockies and Jennies Are joking and jeering, An' proud o' the braws, They ha'e won at the shearing. An' courtship is rife, An' ilk look has a meaning, As an e'e meets an e'e, In the edge o' the e'ening. There's love in ilka lane, In ilka fine gloamin'; An' bridals there will be, At Martinmas coming. Their minds are a' made up, An' a' thing looks cheerie; O lang may it last,— Ilk lad wi' his dearie. #Andrewmercer