Poem by Robert Burns

The Fête Champêtre

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 we send a man-o’-law?
  Or will we send a sodger?
Or him wha led o’er Scotland a’
  The meikie 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;
Annbank, wha guees’d the ladies’ taste,
  He gies a Fête Champêtre.

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 Politics to fetter,
As their’s alone, the patent-bliss,
  To hold a Fête Champêtre

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’ bonnie banks of Ayr to meet,
  And keep this Fête Champêtre.

Cauld Boreas, wi’ his boisterous crew,
  Were bound to stakes like kye, man;
And Cynthia’s car, 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 Fête Champêtre.

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 Fête Champêtre.

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 Fête Champêtre.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Flowery Banks of Cree

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