Verse 2 of "The Cotter's Saturday Night

November chill blaws with angry sugh; The short-ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.   John Faed painted a number of scenes from Robert Burns' poems, many of which were reproduced as prints.   See 'Related Items' below to view two other illustrations of verses from "Cotter's Saturday Night".
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John Faed (1818 -1902)
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East Ayrshire Council
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