麻豆社

By Sarah Leech

The great of pedigree may vaunt,

For that I little care;
Ye powers let me have rhyming cant,
Of common sense a share.

Gi鈥檈 me a hale gown for my back,
Let not my food be stinted,
For wealth I dinna care a plack,
I鈥檓 with my lot contented.

Next let my cot, tho鈥� sma鈥�, be snug,
And near some grove be seated,
Wi鈥� songsters鈥� notes then may my lug,
Baith eve and morn be greeted.

Let some clear streamlet be my drink,
Where bonnie flow鈥檙ets waver,
There I shall sit upon the brink,
And woo the Muses鈥� favour.