*The Hint O' Hairst*

O for a day at the Hint o' Hairst, With the craps weel in an' stackit, When the farmer steps thro' the corn-yard, An' counts a' the rucks he's thackit:

When the smith stirs up his fire again, To sharpen the ploughman's coulter; When the miller sets a new picked stane, An' dreams o' a muckle moulter:

When cottars' kail get a touch o' frost, That male's them but taste the better; An' thro' the neeps strides the leggined laird, Wi' 's gun an' a draggled setter:

When the forester wi' axe an' keel Is markin' the wind-blawn timmer, An' there 's truffs aneuch at the barn gale To reist a' the fires till simmer.

Syne O for a nicht, ae lang forenicht, Ower the dambrod spent or cairtin', Or keepin' tryst wi' a neebour's lass--- An' a mou' held up at pairtin'.