Lyrics - Fete Champetre by Burns Robert

FETE
CHAMPETRE(
Robert
Burns)
O, wha will to
Saint
Stephen's
House,
To do our errands there, man?
O, wha will to
Saint
Stephen's
House
O, th' merry lads of
Ayr, man?
Or will ye send a man-o-law?
Or will ye send a sodger?
Or him wha led o'er
Scotland a'
The meikle
Ursa-
Major?
Come, will ye court a noble lord,
Or buy a score o' lairds, man?
For
Worth and
Honour pawn their word.
Their vote shall be
Glencaird's, man.
Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine,
Anither gies them clatter;
Anbank, wha guess'd the ladies' taste,
He gies a
Fete
Champetre.
When
Love and
Beauty heard the news
The gay green-woods amang, man,
Where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,
They heard the blackbird's sang, man:
A vow, they seal'd it with a kiss,
Sir
Polities to fetter:
As their alone, the patent bliss,
To hold a
Fete
Champetre.
Then mounted
Mirth on gleesome wing,
O'er hill and dale she flew, man;
Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,
Ilk glen and shaw she knew, man
She summon'd every social sprite,
That sports by wood or water,
On th' bonie banks of
Ayr to meet,
And keep this
Fete
Champetre.
Cauld
Boreas, wi his boisterous crew
Were bound to stakes like kye, man;
And
Cynthia's ear, o silver fu,
Clamb up the starry sky, man:
Reflected beams dwell in the streams,
Or down the current shatter;
The western breeze steals through the trees
To view this
Fete
Champetre.
How many a robe sae gaily floats,
What sparkling jewels glance, man,
To harmony's enchanting notes,
As moves the mazy dance, man!
The echoing wood, the winding flood,
Like
Paradise did glitter,
When angels met at
Adam's yett
To hold their
Fete
Champetre.
When
Politics came there, to mix
And make his ether-stane, man,
He circled round the magic ground,
But entrance found he nane, man:
He blush'd for shame, he quat his name,
Forswore it, every letter,
Wi humble prayer to join and share
This festive
Fete
Champetre.tune:
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