On scaring some Water-Fowl in Loch Turit, a wild scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre

[End of the song,'Composed at Auchtertyre on Miss Euphemia Murray of Lentrose' see object 3.6179]

On scaring some Waterfown in Loch Turit a
wild scene amoung the hills by Oughtertyre.-

Why, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your watry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?
Why disturb your social joys,
Parent, filial, kindred ties?
Common friend to you and me,
Nature's gifts to all are free:

Peaceful keep your dimpling wave,
Busy feed or wanton lave;
Or beneath the shelt'ring rock,
Brave Ride the surging billow's shock.

Conscious blushing for my kind,
O just too just Soon, too soon, your fears I find;
Man, your proud, usurping foe,
Would be lord of all below;
Plumes himself in freedom's pride,
Tyrant stern to And tyrannises beside.

Th' eagle, from the cliffy brow
Marking you his prey below,
In his breast no pity dwells,
Strong Necessity compels:
But Man, who boasts the pitying tear, to whom alone is given
Sympathy to sorrow dear, A ray direct from pitying Heaven,
Vaunts his feelings and his parts --
To improve the murdering arts