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CHOICE SELECTION
OF ESTEEMED
SCOTTISH SONGS,
ADAPTED FOB
The Voice, Violin, and German Flute.
EDINBURGH:
PUBLISHED BY OLIVER & BOYD, CALEDONIAN PRESS,
NETIIERBOW.
1811.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
As I came by Loch-Erroch side,... 102
Ae day a braw wooer....... ....117
And O for ane and twenty, Tarn, 150

As walking forth to view the plain,.... 182
As I went over yon meadow, ....190
Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit, 2S2
Braw, braw lads, on Yarrow braes, .... 13

Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, 18
Blythe young Bess to Jean did say, 80
But are ye sure the news is true? 88
By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep, 230
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bride, 260
By yon castle wa', at the close o' the day, 262
Coming 1
thro' the craigs o Kyle,.. 44
Come under my plaidy, , 70
Come, fy let us a' to the bridal, 202
Come gie's a sang, the lady cried,..,., 264>
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Duncan Gray cam here to woo, 198
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean,.. 30

For lack of gold she's left me, O....... 94
Farewell, thou fair day, 136
How sweet this lone vale, .........100
How blythe hae I been wi

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my Sandy,..* 129
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, 209
How blythe was I ilk morn to see, 226
Hear me, ye nymphs, and evVy swain, 236
Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie,..;. ..267
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,,..... 268
I lo'e nae a laddie but ane, 22

In winter, when the rain rainM cauld, ; 110
I had a horse, and I had nae mair, 165
Is there for honest poverty, 169
I'm wearing awa, Jean,...* .........167
In April, when primroses, 242
John Anderson, my jo, John, 146

Jockey said to Jenny, ,.285
Contents. 9
PAGE
My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, 192
My Peggy is a young thing,.. 234
My Harry was a gallant gay, 269
O lassie, art thou sleeping yet? 32

On Ettrick banks, ae summer's night, 36
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,... 38
O whare hae ye been a day,
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O were I able to rehearse, 52

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Of a the airts the wind can blaw, 62
O see that form that faintly gleams ! 79
O! send Lewis Gordon hame, 84
One day I heard Mary say, -.
96
O I hae lost my silken snood, 109
O wat ye wha's in yon town, '...* 114
O Logie o' Buchan, 120
O love will venture in, 125
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad, 144
O weel may the boatie row, 154
O whare did ye get that hauvermeal bannock? 160
O poortith cauld, and restless love, 167
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, 178
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O, Mary, turn awa, 189
O saw ye bonny Lesley,.... 217
O cam ye here the fight to shim, 218
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, 232
O this is no mine ain house....... 252
O this is no mine ain lassie,.. ... 254
O saw ye my father? « 279
Roy^ wife of Aldivalloch, .............152
Robin is my only jo, 276
Sweetest May, let love inspire thee, 27

Stay, my charmer, can you leave me ? 135
Shoifd auld acquaintance be forgot, 142
Sae flaxen were her ringlets, ....162
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Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled, .....173
Scenes of woe, and scenes of pleasure, 177

Saw ye my wee thing? 239
Sweet Anny frae the sea-beach came, 246
The smiling morn, the breathing spring, 14

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Their groves o sweet myrtles,.. 28
Contents. 11
PAGE
There was a jolly beggar, 58
There's nought but care on ev'ry han', 66
"Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town, 74
The day returns, my bosom burns, 86
Tarry woo, O tarry woo, 106
Thy cheek is o"
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the rose's hue, ..122
'Twas ev'n', the dewy fields were green, ..138
Though women's minds, like winter winds,... 171
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,.... 104

There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, (new set,) 196
The last time I came o'er the muir...... 206
The Lawland lads think they are fine, .........210
The Lawland maids gang trig and fine, ..213
The collier has a daughter, 215

'Twas in that season of the year, 222
There's auld Rob Morris, 225
The yellow~hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae, 245
The bride came out o' the byre, 256
The lass of Patie's mill, 264
The night her silent sable wore, 274
Upon a simmer afternoon, M 101

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When IVe a saxpence under my thum, 20
What beauties does Flora disclose! ,. 24
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, 48
Wilt thou be my dearie ? 68
When I think on this warkTs pelf, r 92
Willy's rare, and Willy's fair,' 98
Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion, 127
Will ye gang o'er the lee-rig? 130
When our ancient forefathers, 133
What can a young lassie, , 158
Weel may we a' be, 176
What ails this heart o' mine? 187
Wi' waefu' heart and sorrowing ee, 248
When war had broke in, 250
Willie was a wanton wag.......... 270
Where are the joys I have met in the morning? 281
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, 76

Ye banks, and braes, and streams, around,.., 185
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BRAW LADS ON YARROW BRAES.
Braw, braw lads, on Yar-row braes, Ye
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wan-der thro the blooming heather ; But
Yar • row braes, nor Et - trick shaws, Can
match the lads on Gal -la water.

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But there is ane, a secret ane,
Aboon them a' I loe him better
And Til be his, and he'll be mine,

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The bonny lad o Galla water.
Although his daddy was nae laird,
And though I hae nae muckle tocher,

Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
"VWI1 tent our flocks by Galla water,
It ne'er was gold, it ne'er was wealth,

That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure
The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
O ! that's the choicest warld"s treasure.
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THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.

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The smiling morn, the breathing spring,In-
vite the tune-ful birds to sing. And

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while they war-ble from each spray, Love
melts the u - - ni - ver - sal lay.
Let us, A - man - da, time-ly wise, Like
them improve the hour that flies, And
in soft raptures waste the day, a-
mang the birks of In - ver - may.
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The lavVocks now, and lint whites sing;
The rocks around with echoes ring ;
The mavis, and the blackbird's lay,
In tuneful strains do glad the day
The woods now wear their summer suits
To mirth all nature now invites
Let us be blythesome then, and gay,

Aman'2 the birks of Invermav.
Behold the hills and vales around,

With lowing herds and flocks abound ;
The wanton kids, and frisking lambs,

Gambol and dance about their dams
The busy bees, with humming noise.
And all the reptile kind rejoice :
Let us, like them, then sing and play

About the birks of Invermay.
Hark, how the waters, as they fall, '
Loudly my love to gladness call
The wanton waves sport in the beams,
And fishes play throughout the streams ;

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The circling sun does now advance,
And all the planets round him dance :
Let us as jovial be as they,
Amang the birks of Invermay.
But soon the winter of the year,

And age, life's winter, will appear;
At this thy lovely bloom will fade,

As that will strip the verdant shade ^
Our taste of pleasure then is o'er,
The feathered songsters are no more ;
And when they droop, and we decay 3

Adieu the birks of Invermay.
B
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MY NANNIE, O.
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Behind yon hills, where LugarflowSj'Mang
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muirs and moss - es ma - ny, O, The
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The west-lin wind blaws loud and shill, The
night's baith mirk and rai - ny, O ; Til

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get my plaid, and out 111 steal, And
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o'er the hill to Nannie, O.
My Nannie's charming, sweet, and young,
Nae artfu wiles to win ye, :
May ill befa" the flatfring tongue,
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.

Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonny, O

The op'ning gowan, wet wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
A country lad is my degree,
And few there be that ken me, O ;
But what care I how few there be ?
I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O,
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My riches a's my penny fee,
And I maun guide it cannie, O ;
But warld's gear ne'er fashes me,

My thoughts are a"
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my Nannie, O.
Our auld gudeman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive cannie, O,

But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, O.
Come weel, come woe, I carena by,
111 tak what Heav'n will send me, O ?.
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live, and love my Nannie, O.
TODLEN BUTT, AND TODLEN BEN.

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When Fve a saxpence under my thum, Then
I'll get cre-dit in ilk- a town: But

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ay when I'm poor they bid me gang by ; O !
po - ver - ty parts good com - pa - - ny.
Tod-Ien hame, tod - len hame, Coudna
my love come tod - - len hame ?
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Fair-fa the gudewife, and send her good sale,
She gi'es us white bannocks to drink her ale,
Syne if that her tippenny chance to be sma,

We'll take a good scour o't, and ca't awa\
Todlen hame, todlen hame,
As round as a neep come todlen hame.
My kimmcr and I lay down to sleep,
Wi' twa pint-stoups at our bed feet

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And ay when we wakenM, we drank them dry

What think ye o"
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my wee kimmer and I ?
Todlen butt, and todlen ben,

Sae round as my Jove comes todlen hame.
Leez me on liquor, my todlen dow,
YeVe ay sae good-humourM when weeting your

mou
When sober sae sour, ye'll fight wi' a flee,
That's a blyth sight to the bairnies and me,

When todlen hame, todlen hame,
When round as a neep ye come todlen hame.
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I LO'E NAE A LADDIE BUT ANE.
SiiiiiipiifitI lo'e nae a lad - die but
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ane, He lo"es nae a las - sie but
me; HVs will-ing to mak me1

his
ain, An' his ain I'm will-ing to
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be: He coft me a roke-ly o
m-f
blue, A pair o
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green, An' his price was a kiss o

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TWEEDSIDE.
What beauties does Flo-ra dis-close ! How
sweet are her smiles up - on Tweed ! Yet
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Mary's still sweeter than those, Both nature and
fancy exceed. No daisey, nor sweet blushing
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rose, Not all the gay flowers of the field, Not
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Tweed glid-ing gent-ly thro those, Such
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beau - ty and plea-sure does yield.
The warblers are heard in the grove,
The linnet, the lark, and the thrush,

The blackbird, and sweet cooing dove,
With music enchant ev'ry bush.
Come, let us go forth to the mead,

Let us see how the primroses spring
We'll lodge in some village on Tweed,
And love while the feather'd folks sin?.
How does my love pass the long day ?
Does Mary not tend a few sheep ?
Do they never carelessly stray,

While happily she lies asleep ?
Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest

Kind Nature indulging my bliss,
To ease the soft pains of my breast,
I'd steal an ambrosial kiss.
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'Tis she does the virgins excel
No beauty with her may compare ;
Love's graces around her do dwell

She's fairest where thousands are fair.
Say, charmer where do thy flocks stray ?
Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed ?
Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay,

Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed ?
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Take a heart which he de-signs thee
As thy con - stant slave re - gard it ;
For its faith and truth re -ward it.
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Proof o shot to birth or money,
Not the wealthy, but the bonny,
Not high-born, but noble-minded,

In love's silken band can bind it,
CALEDONIA.
Their groves
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o' sweet myrtles, let foreign
lands reckon, Where bright beam - ing sum-
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mers exhale their perfume; Far dear-er to
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me yon lone glen of green brecken, Wi' the
burn steal -ing un-der the lang yel-low
broom. Far dear-er to me yon hum-ble broom

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bowers, Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk
low-ly unseen; For there lightly tripping, a-
mang the wild flowers, A-Jist-ning the
lin-net, aft wanders my Jean.
Tho' rich is the breeze, in their gay sunny valleys,
And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave

Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud
palace,
What are they ?— the haunt o' the tyrant and
slave i
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The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling foun-

tains,
The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain
He wanders as free as the wind on his mountains,
Save love's willing fetters — the chains o 1

his Jean.
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FAREWELL TO LOCHABER.
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Jean, Where heart- some with thee I hae
-mmmMmmo-ny days been; For Loch-a-ber no
more, Loch-a--ber no more, We'll

may-be re - turn to Loch-a-ber no more.
These tears that I shed they are a? for my
dear,
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far bloody shore, Maybe to re-turn to Loch-
a-ber no more.
Tho' hurricanes rise, and raise evYy wind,

They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind;
Tho** loudest of thunders on louder waves roar,
That's naething like leaving my love on the shore.
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To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd
But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd;

And beauty and love's the reward of the brave
And I maun deserve it before I can crave.
Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse

Since honour commands me, how can I refuse ?
Without it, I ne'er can have merit for thee,

And losing thy favour I'd better not be.
I gae, then, my lass, to win glory and fame,

And if I should chance to come gloriously hame,
I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er,
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.
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O las-sie, art thou sleep-ing yet? Or
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art thou wak-in, I would wit; For
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love
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I wad
has bound me hand and
fain be in, jo. O

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let
fit,
me
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in this
ae night, This ae, ae> ae night, For
pi-tj^s sake, this ae night, O wad |ye letj
me in, jo.
Out o'er the moss, out o"er the muir,
I came, this dark and dreary hour,
And here I stand without the door,
Amid the pouring storm, jo.
O let me, &e.

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Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet,

Nae star blinks through the driving sleet,
Tak pity on my weary feet,
And shield me frae the rain, jo.
O let me in, &c.
The bitter blast that round me blaws.
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's
The cauldness o' thy heart's the causi
O' a' my grief and pain, jo.
let me in, &c.
KER ANSWER.
O tell na me o' wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain ;
Gae back the gate you cam again

I winna let you in, jo.
1 tell you now this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night
And ance for a', this ae night,
I winna let you in, jo.

The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pours,
Is nought to what poor she endures,

That trusted faithless man, jo.
I tell you now, &c
The sweetest flowV that deck'd the mead.,
Now trodden like the vilest weed :
Let simple maids the lesson read,

The weird may be their ain, jo.
I tell you now, &c.
The bird that charm'd his summer day :
Is now the cruel fowler's prey ;
Let witless, trusting woman, say,
How aft her fate's the same, jo,
I tell you now, &c

ETTRICK BANKS.
On Ettrick banks, ae summer's night, At
gloam-ing when the sheep came liame, I
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met my las - sie, braw and tight, Come
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wad - ing bare - foot

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a' her lane :
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words they were na mo-ny feck.
I said, My lassie, will ye gang

To the Highland hills, some Earse to learn ?
And Til gie thee baith cow and ewe,

When ye come to the brig of Earn.
At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash.
And herrings at the Broomilaw
Cheer up your heart, my bonny lass,
There's gear to win we never saw.
A' day when we hae wrought enough,

When winter frosts and snaws begin,.
Soon as the sun gaes west the loch,
At night when ye sit down to spin,
Fll screw my pipes, and play a spring

And thus the weary night we'll end,
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Till the tender kid, and lamb-time, bring
Our pleasant simmer back again.
Syne when the trees are in their bloom s

And gowans glent o'er ilka field,
ril meet my lass amang the broom,

And lead her to my simmer bield.
There, far frae a their scorn fir1 din,

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That mak the kindly heart their sport,
Well laugh, and kiss, and dance, and sing,
And gar the langest day seem short.
WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT.
O Wil - lie brewM a
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peck o maut, And Rob and Al - - Ian
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cam to pree; Three bly-ther hearts, that
lee-lang night, Ye wad na found in
Chris-ten-dee. We are na fou, WeVe
nae that fou, But just a drap-pie
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in our e'e ; The cock may craw, The
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day may daw, Yet ay well taste the
insbar -ley bree.

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Here are we met, three merry boys,

Three merry boys I troAV are we
And mony a night weVe merry been,
And mony mair we hope to see !
We are na fou, &c.
It is the moon, I ken her horn,

That's blinking in the lift sae hie
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame ;
But, by my sooth ! she'll wait a wee.

We are na fou, &c.
Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold, cowart lown, is he
Wha first beside his chair shall faV
He is the king amang us three !
We are na fouj &c>

.
THE LAMMY.
O whare hae ye been a

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day.
iiiipgiiii
My boy Tammy? Whare hae ye been a"
1
day,
E|E ME I
k*i t£HE*
My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and
jppgjIÊJIjgp
flowYy brae, Meadovvgreen, and mountaingrey,
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Court-ing o this young thing, just come2 trae
A
her
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mam-my.
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And whare gat ye that young thing,
My boy Tammy ?
And whare gat ye that young thingt
My boy Tammy ?
I gat her down on yonder howe,
Smiling on a broomy knowe,
Herding ae wee Iamb and ewe,
For her poor mammy.
What said ye to the young thing,

My boy Tammy ?
What said ye to the young thing,
My boy Tammy ?
I praisM her een sae bonny blue,
Her dimpPd cheek, and cherry mou1 ;

I prieM it aft, as ye may trow
She said, she'd tell her mammy.
I held her to my beating breast

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" My young, my smiling Ian. ny ;
I held her to my beating breast

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My young, my smiling lammy.
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" I hae a house, it cost me dear*
" I've walth o' penishin and gear,

<! war't ten times mair,
Ye'se get it a',
" Gin ye will leave your mammy."
The smile gade aff her bonny face
" I manna leave my mammy ;*
The smile gade aff her bonny face
" I manna leave my mammy ;
" She's gi'en me meat, she's gi'en me claise,
" She's been my comfort a' my days

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My daddy's death brought mony waes
" I canna leave my mammy.'"
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We'll tak her hame, and mak her fain,
" My ain kind-hearted lammy ;
*' We'll tak her hame, and mak her fain,

" My ain kind-hearted lammy ;
i!
We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise,
" We'll be her comfort a' her days ;*"
The wee thing gies her hand, and says,

" There ! gang and ask my mammy/'
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Has she been to the kirk wi' thee,
My boy Tammy ?
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Has she been to the kirk wi thee,
My boy Tammy ?
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She has been to the kirk wi me,
And the tear was in her ee,
But oh ! she's but a young thing,
Just come frae her mammy.
O'ER THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER.

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Com-ing thro' the craigs o' Kyle, A-
mang the bon - ny bloom-ing hea-ther,
There I met a bon - ny las - sie,

uwwww v**
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Keep-ing a' her ewes the - gi - ther.
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BETE:
O'er the muir a-mang the hea-ther,
O'er the muir a-mang the hea-ther;
ti t Kr i frft
There I met a bon - ny las - sie,
Keep-ing a' her ewes the - gi - ther.
Says I, My dear, where is thy hame ?
In muir or dale, pray tell me whether ?

She says, I tent thae fleecy flocks
That feed amang the blooming heather
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O'er the muir amang the heather,
O'er the muir amang the heather
She says, I tent thae fleecy flocks
That feed amang the blooming heather.
We laid us down upon a bank,
Sae warm and sunny was the weather
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonny blooming heather.
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonny blooming heather.
While thus we lay, she sang a sang,
Till echo rang a mile and farther,
And ay the burden o' her sang
Was, o'er the muir amang the heather.

O'er the muir amang the heather;
And ay the burden o" her sang
Was, o'ev the muir amang the heather.

;
She charm'd my heart, and ay sinsyne,

I cou'd na think on ony ither:
By sea and sky, she shall be mine,
The bonny lass amang the heather.
O'er the myir amang the heather,
By sea and sky, she shall be mine,

The bonny lass amang the heather.
THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.

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When wild war's dead -Jy blast was
1
tp=5r^^3?E£S±=:i
tfi'a
fEESE
JtL-^—îbtt
i blawn, And gentle peace re - - turn - ing, And
l &ujfUf r * j?j_ r rtt

^ eyes a - gain wi' pleasure beanVd, That
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P-9-
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had been blear'd
H
wi' mourn - ing.
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\ I left the lines and tented fields,Where
:zwz
a
-?r-*-z-a
lang
fr-P
Fd been
m^m .,
a lod - - ger ; A
hum-ble knapsack a
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my wealth, A
poor, but ho - - nest sod - - ger.

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A leal light heart beat in my breast,
My hands unstained wi" plunder ;
And to dear Scotia, hame again,
I cheerly on did wander.
I thought upon the banks o' Coil ;
I thought upon my Nancy

I thought upon the 'witching smile*
That caught my youthfu' fancy.
At length I reached the bonny glen,
Where early life I sported,
I passM the mill and trysting thorn,

Where Nancy oft I courted.
Wha spied I but mine ain dear maid,.
Down by her mother's dwelling I
And turn\l me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I,. Sweet lass
Sweet as yon hawthorn blossom,

O ! happy, happy may he be,
That's dearest to thy bosom f

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My purse is light, I've far to gang,
Fain wad I be thy lodger
IVe serv'd my king and country lang,

Tak pity on a sodger.
Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,

And lovelier grew than ever ;
Quoth she, A sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never :
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake o't
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
YeVe welcome for the sake o't.
She gazM— she redden'd like a rose,
Syne pale like ony lily,
She sunk within my arms, and cried,

Art thou mine ain dear Willie ?
By him who made yon sun and sky,
By whom true love^ rewarded,
I am the man ! and thus may stilf
True lovers be rewarded.
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The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,

And find thee still true-hearted ;
Though poor in gear, we're rich in love.
And, mair, we'se ne'er be parted.

Quo' she, My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailin plenishM fairly;
Come then, my faithfu' sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly.
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,.
The farmer ploughs the manor

But glory is the sodger's prize ;
The sodger's wealth is honour.

The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger,
Remember, he's your country's stay,

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In day and hour o danger.
THE EWIE Wr THE CROOKED HORN.
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were I a - - ble to rehearse, My
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>raise in pro - per verse, I\l
sound it out as loud and fierce, As
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e - - ver pi - - pers drone cou'd blaw.
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The ew - ie wi the crook-ed horn
rv\i baith garse and corn
Sic a ew - - ie ne'er wg.s born,
rim;V, 'i
Here - a - bout, or far
'
xti
a - wa.
i
I neither needed tar nor keel,
To mark 1
upo her hip or heel;
Her crooked horn it did as weel^
To ken her by amo them a\

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The ewie, Sec.
She never threatenM scab nor rot^
But keeped ay her ain jog trot,
Baith to the fauld and to the cot,

Was never sweer to lead nor ca\
The ewie, &c.
Nae cauld nor hunger e'er her dang,

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Nor win nor rain cou'd e'er her wrang ;
For anes she lay, a hale week lang,

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Aneath a drearie wreathe o snaw.
The ewie, &c.
When ither ewes they lap the dyke,

And ate the kail for a' the tyke,
My ewie never play'd the like,
But teesM about the barn-yard wa".
The ewie, &c.

A better, nor a thriftier beast,
Nae honest man couM weel hae wist,
For, bonny thing, she never mist
To hae ilk year a lamb or twa.
The ewie, &c.
The first she had I gae to Jock,

To be to him a kind of stock,
And now the laddie has a flock,
O 1
mair than thirty head to ca\
The ewie, &c.
The neist I gae to Jean, and now

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The bairn's sae bra , has fauld sae fu ,
>
That lads sae thick come her to woo,

They're fain to sleep on hay or straw.
The ewie, &c.
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I looked ay at even for her,
For fear the fumart might devour her,

Or some mishanter had come o'er her^
If the beastie bade awa1 .
The ewie, &c.

Yet Monday last, for a

1
my keeping,
F canna' speak it without greeting,
A villain came, when I was sleeping,

AiV staw my ewie, horn and a\
The ewie, &c.
1
I sought her sair upo the morn,
And down beneath
1
a buss o thorn
I got my ewie's crooked horn ;
But, ah ! my ewie was awa\

The ewie, &c.
But gin I had the lown that did it,
IVe sworn and ban'd, as weel as said it,
Tho" a' the world shou'd forbid it,
I wad gie his neck a thraw.
The ewie, &c.
I never met wi' sic a turn
As this since ever I was born,

My ewie wi' the crooked horn,
Poor silly ewie ! stown awa.'

The ewie, &«-.
O 1
had she died o crook or cauld,
As ewies die when they are auld,
It wad na been, by mony fauld,
Sae sair a heart to nane o^ a'.
The ewie, &c.
1
For a the claith that we hae worn,
Frae her and hers, sae aften shorn,
The loss o' her we couM hae born,
Had fair strae death tane her awa\

The ewie, &c.
But this poor thing to lose her life,
Aneath a greedy villain's knife,
I'm really fear'd that our gudewife

Sail never win abooiVt ava.
The ewie, &c.
O 1
a ye bards beneath Kinghorn,
Ca' up your muses, let them mourn

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Our ewie wi the crooked horn,
Is stown frae us, and feliM and a\

The ewie, &c.
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THE JOLLY BEGGAR.
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was a jol - ly beg-gar, and a
beg-ging he was boun', And he took up
his quarters in - to a land'-art town.
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And well gang nae mair

P -a rov - ing, Sae
late in - to the night, And we'll gang nae
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mair a
fe=:6
rov-ing, boys, let the
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moon shine
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ne'er so bright.
He wad neither ly in barn, nor yet wad he in byre.
But in ahint the ha** door, or else afore the fire.
And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
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The beggar's bed was made at e'en, wi good clean
straw and hay,
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And in ahint the ha door, and there the beggar lay.
Up raise the gudeman's dochter, and for to bar

the door,
And there she saw the beggar standin V the floor.
He took the lassie in his arms, and to the bed he
ran,
Ohooly,hooly wi' me,Sir,ye'll waken our gudeman.

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The beggar was a cunnin' loon, and ne'er a word
he spak,
Until he got his turn done, syne he began to
crack.
Are there ony dogs into this town ? maiden, tel!
me true;
What wad ye do wi' them, my hinny and my

dow?
And well gang nae mair, &c.
They'll rive a' my meal pocks, and do me meikle

wrang.
O dool for the doing o't ! Are you the poor

man ?
Then she took up the meal pocks, and flang them

o'er the wa'
The d — I gae wi' the meal pocks, your ragged
duds, and a'.
And we'll gang nae mair, he,

;
I took ye for some gentleman, at least the Laird
of Brodie
O dool for the doing o't ! are ye the poor bodie ?
He took the lassie in his arms, and gae her kisses
three,
And four-and-twenty hunder merk to pay the nu»
rice fee.
And well gang- nae mair, &c.
He took a horn frae his side, and blew baith loud

and shrill,
And four-and-twenty belted knights came skipping
o'er the hill.
And he took out his little knife, loot a' his duddies
fa\
And he was the bravvest gentleman that was sc-
mang them a'.
D
: !

V\V*AW**<-^
The beggar was a diver loon, and he lap shoulder
height
O ay for sicken quarters as I got yesternight
And we'll gang na mair, &c.
LOVELY JEAN.
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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly
like the west, For there the bonny lassie lives, The
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lass that I loe best : Tho wild woods grow, and
rivers row, WT mo-nie a hill between, Baith

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day and night, my fancy's flight Is e-ver Wl my
Jean. I see her in the dewy flowY, Sae
love-Iy, sweet, and fair ; I hear her voice in
il - ka bird, "WT music charm the air: There's
not a bonny flower that springs,By fountain, shavv,
HH---F-
or green, Nor yet a bonny bird that sings, But
minds me o
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my
E^l
Jean.
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Upon 1
the banks o flowing Clyde
The lasses busk them braw ;
But when their best they hae put on,
My Jeanie dings them a'
In namely weeds she far exceeds
The fairest
1
o the town ;
Baith grave and gay confess it sae,
Tho 1
drest in russet gown.
The gamesome lamb, that sucks its dam,
Mair harmless canna be
She has nae laut, (if sic we ca't,)
Except her love for me :
The sparkling dew, of clearest hue,
Is like her shining een ;
In shape and air, wha can compare

\YT my sweet lovely Jean ?
O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft
Amang the leafy trees ;
WT gentle breath, frae muir and dale,
Bring hame the laden bees,
And bring the lassie back to me

That's ay sae neat and clean
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Ae blink o her wad banish care,
Sae lovely is my Jean.
What sighs and vows, amang the knowes,

Hae past atween us twa !
How fain to meet, how wae to part
That day she gade awa

The powers aboon can only ken,
To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me,
As my sweet lovely Jean !

GREEN GROW THE RASHES.
There's nought but care on ev"-ry han', In
ev'ry hour that passes, O; What signifies the
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life
i
o man, And 'twer-na for the lass-es, O.
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Green grow the rash-es, O ;
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Green grow the
rash-es, O: The sweetest hours that e'er I
spent, Were spent amang the lasses, O.

;
The war'ly race may riches chase,
And riches still may fly them, O,

And tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

Green grow, Src.
Gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,

And war'ly cares, and war'ly men.
May 1
a gae tapsalteerie, O.
Green grow, &c.
For you sae douce, wha sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O ;
The wisest man the warld e'er saw,
He dearly lo'ed the lasses, O.

Green grow, &c.
Auld nature swears, the lovely dears,

Her noblest work she classes, O
Her 'prentice lian' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.

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WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?
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Wilt thou be my dearie, When sorrow wrings
thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee ?
By the treasure of my soul, And that's the love I

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bear thee, I swear and vow that only thou Shalt
e - ver be my dearie
on-ly thou Shalt e-ver be

: I
my
m
swear and vow that
dearie.
Lassie, say thou loes me ;
And if thou winna be my ain,
O say na thoult refuse me.
If it manna, canna be,

That thou for thine may choose me,
Then let me, Jeanie, quickly die.,
Ay trusting that thou loes me.
Flower of beauties, hear me,

And dinna treat me wf disdain ;
A 1
ither ills I fear na,
Gin thou wad only smile on him

Could part wY life to please. thee;
Of joys on earth I'll ask nae mair,
Gin thou wilt be my dearie.

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COME UNDER MY PLAIDY.
" Come un-der my plaidy, the night's gaun to
\0
fa
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, Come in frae the cauld blast, the
drift, and the snaw; Come under my plaidy, and
pM£$mmM
lie down beside me, There's room in't, be-
lieve
mmi
me, dear lassie, for twa. Come under my
Ê^feEJEgEpEgE^
plai-dy, and lie down be-side me, FH
! — ;
hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blast that willblaw; Come
under my plaidy, and lie down beside me, There's
room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa."
Gae Va wi' your plaidy ! auld Donaid, gae Va!

I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw :
Gae Va wi' your plaidy I'll no lie beside ye,
Ye might be my gutchard ; auld Donald, gae

* 'wa
I'm gaun to meet Johnny, he's young and he's
i
bonny,
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He's been at Meg's bridal, fu trig and fu braw
O there's nane dance sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae
' tightly,
His cheeks are like roses, his brow's like the
* snaw.'
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" Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the vva';
** Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava

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The hale o' his pack he has got on his back
il
He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
" Be frank now and kindly, 111 busk ye ay finely
" At kirk or at market they'll nane gang sae
" braw;
"A bien house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in,
*' And flunkies to "'tend ye as aft as ye ca'."
' My father ay telPd me, my mither and a',
* Ye'd male a gude husband, and keep me By braw

* It's true I loe Johnny, he's young and he's bonny,
* But, wae's me, I ken he has naething ava !
' I hae little tocher, ye've made a gude offer ;
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I'm now mair than twenty, my time is but
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Sae gie me your plaidy, I'll creep in beside ye,
I thought ye'd been aulder than threescore and

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twa
She crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa%

Whare Johnny was list'ning, and heard her tell a';
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The day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted.
And strack 'gainst his side, as if bursting in twa.
He wander'd hame weary, the night it was dreary,

And thowless, he tint his gate 'mang the deep snaw:
The howlet was screaming, while Johnny cry'd,
" Women
" Wad marry Auld Nick, if he'd keep them ay
" braw.
" O the deil's in the lasses ! they gang now sae

" braw,
" They'll lie down wi' auld men o' threescore and
" twa
" The hale o' theirmarriage is gowdand a carriage;
" Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw.
•' Auld dotards, be wary! tak tent wha ye marry,
" Young wives wi' their coaches they'll whup and
" they'll ca\
" Till they meet wi' some Johnny that's youthfu*
" and bonny,

" And they'll gie a horn on ilk haffet to claw."
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WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH.
'Twas with - - in a mile of
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Sfe
Edinburgh town, In the ro - - sy time of the
-7T*
year, Sweet flow - - ers bloonVd, and the
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grass was down, And each shepherd woo'd his
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dear; Bon-ny Jock-ey, blythe and gay,
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'w • *""t" r~" - p? . ~5i ir
Kiss'd sweet Jen - ny mak - ing hay ; The
las - sie blushM, and frown-ing cry'd, Na,
na, it win - na do ; I can-na, can-na,
"ft-y ''fr*7i
b-i±: Ski2E
win-na, win - na, man-na buckle to.
Jockey was a wag that never wad wed,

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Tho lang he had follow'd the lass ;
Contented she earnd and ate her brown bread.

And merrily turn\l up the grass.
Bonny Jockey, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily.

Yet still she blushM, and frowning cry'd,
Na, na, it winna do ;
I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.
But when he vowM he wad mak her his bride,
Tho 1
his flocks and herds were not few,
She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside,
And vow'd she'd for ever be true.
Bonny Jockey, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily ;
At church she nae mair frowning cry'd,
Na, na, it winna do,

I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.
BANKS AND BRAES CT BONNY DOON.
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Ye banks and braes 1
o bon-ny Doon, How
-w £ffi^f
can you bloom sae fresh and fair? How
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can ye sing, ye lit - tie birds, While I'm sae
wea - ry fif o"' care ? Yell break my
heart, ye lit-tle birds, That war-ble on the

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flow'-ry thorn ; Ye 1
mind me o de- -parted
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joys,
llSiililii
De - part-ed, ne-ver to return.
Aft hae I stray"d by bonny Doom,
To see the rose and woodbine twine,

And hear ilk bird sing of its love,
As fondly sae did I of mine
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Wr lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Sae sweet upon its thorny tree

But ray fause love has stown the rose,
And left the sharpest thorn to me.
O blaw, ye flowVs, your bonny bloom,
And draw the wild birds to the burn !
For Lumon promisM me a ring,
And ye maun aid me, should I mourn,

O na, na, na, ye needna bloom !
My een are dim and drowsy worn ;
Ye bonny birds, ye needna sing,

For Lumon never will return.
My Lumon's love, in broken sighs,
At dawning day by Doon ye"se hear ;
At mid-day, by the willow green,

For him I'll shed the silent tear.
Sweet birds ! I ken yell pity me,

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And join me wi a plaintive sang,
While echoe waked, to aid the mane

I mak for him I lo'ed sae lang
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OSCAR'S GHOST.
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O see that form that faint-ly gleams ! 'Tis
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Os - car come to cheer my dreams : On

A-
wingsof wind he flics a- way; O stay, my lovely
Os-car, stay.
Wake, Ossian, last of Fingal's line,
And mix thy sighs and tears with mine.

Awake the harp to doleful lays,
And soothe my soul with Oscar's praise.

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The shell is ceasM in Oscar's hall,
Since gloomy Cairbar wrought his fall
The roe on Morven lightly bounds,
Nor hears the cry of Oscar's hounds.
BESS THE GAWKIE.
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Blythe young Bess to Jean did say, Will
ye gang to yon sun-ny brae, Where flocks do
feedj And herds do stray, And sport a while wi'
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Jamie ? Ah, ha, lass! Til no gang
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there,
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Nor about Ja-mie tak
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a care, Nor
a - bout Ja-mie tak a care, For he's ta'en
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up wi Mag-gie.
For hark, and I will tell you, lass.
Did I not see young Jamie pass,
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meikle blytheness in his face,
Out ovvre the muir to Maggie :
I wat he gae her mony a kiss,
And Maggie took them nae amiss

"Tween ilka smack pleasM her wi' this,
" That Bess was but a gawkie.
" For when a civil kiss I seek,
" She turns her head, and thraws her cheek,

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" And for an hour she'll hardly speak :
" Wha'd no ca' her a gawkie ?
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But sure my Maggie has mair sensev,
u She'll gie a score without offence
n Now gie me ane into the mense,
" And ye shall be my dawtie."
* O Jamie, ye hae mony taen,

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But I will never stand for ane,
* Or twa when we do meet again,

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So ne'er think me a gawkie.
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'* Ah, na, lass, that canna be

" Sic thoughts as thae are far frae me,
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Or ony thy sweet face that see,
" E'er to think thee a gawkie."
But, whisht, nae mair o' this we'll speak,
For yonder Jamie does us meet

Instead o' Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,
I trow he like9 the gawkie.
'* O dear Bess, I hardly knew,
" When I came by your gown sae new
" I think you've got it wet wi' dew.''
Quoth she, (
That's like a gawkie
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* It's wat wf dew, and 'twill get rain,

' And I'll get gowns when it is gane
' Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,
'And tell it to your dawtie.'

The guilt appeared in Jamie's cheek ;
He cry'd, " O cruel maid, but sweet

" If I should gang anither gate,
" I ne'er could meet my dawtie.'*
The lasses fast frae him they flew,
And left poor Jamie sair to rue,

That ever Maggie's face he knew,
Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie.
As they gade owre the muir they sang„

The hills and dales with echo rang,
The hills and dales with echo rang,

* Gang o'er the muir to Maggie.'
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PBEgEJEJEJElE
O ! send Le - wis
pp
Gor - don hame,
X„ . j "m * W "r I
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r
And the lad I dare - na name
Tho' his back oe at the wa',
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Here's to him that's far a - wa. Oh hon, my
s la
Highlandman 1 Oh,
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my bonny Highlandman !
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Weel wad I my true - love ken, A-

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mang ten thousand Highlandmen.
Oh ! to see his tartan trews,
Bonnet blue, and laigh-heelM shoe?j

Fhilabeg aboon his knee
That's the lad that Fll gang wi\
Oh hon, &c.
The princely youth of whom I sing.
Is fitted for to be a king
Ou his breast he wears a star ?
You'd tak him for the god o war.

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Oh hon, &c.
O ! to see this princely one
Seated on a royal throne !
Disasters a" wad disappear,
Then begins the jublee year.
Oh hon, &c.
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TTHE DAY RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS.
The day returns, my bo-som burns, The
bliss-ful day we twa did meet ; Tho"
is:
win-ter wild in tem-pest toiTd, Ne'er
sum-mer sun was hauf

111111 sae sweet. Then
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a the pride that loads the tide, And
cross - es o'er the sul - try line, Then

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king-ly robes, than crowns and globes, Heav'u
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gave me more, it made thee mine.
While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give
While joys above my mind can move,

For thee and thee alone I live.
When that grim foe of life below,

Comes in between to mak u* part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss — it breaks my heart
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NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.
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But are ye sure the news is true? And
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are ye sure he's weel? Is this a time to
talk o '
wark ? \ e jades, fling by your
wheel. Is this a time to talk a"

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wark, When
Co-lin's at the door ? Rax me my cloak, 111
Ep down the key, And see him come a-

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shore. For there's nae luck about the house, There's
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nae luck a-va; There's lit-tle plea-sure
in the house, Whan our gudeman's awa.
Rise up and male a clean fire-side
Put on the muckle pat

Gie little Kate her cotton gown,
And Jock his Sunday's coat
And mak their shoon as black as slaes.
Their hose as white as snaw ;
Its a' to pleasure our gudeman,

He likes to see them braw.
For there's nae luck, &c.
There are twa hens into the crib,
Hae fed this month and mair.

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Male haste ami thraw their necks about,

That Colin weel may fare
And spread the table neat and clean,
Gar ilka thing look braw

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Its a for love o' our gudeman,
For he's been lang awa.
O gie me down my bigonet,
My bishop satin gown,

And then gae tell the bailie's wife
That Colin's come to town.
My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on,

My hose o' pearl blue
And a' to pleasure our gudeman,
For he's baith leal and true.
Sae sweet his voice, sae 6mooth his tongue.

His breath's like cauler air ;
His very tread has music in't,
As he comes up the stair.

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And will I see his face again ?
And will I bear him speak ?

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I'm downright dizzy wi the joy,
In troth, I'm like to greet.
The cauld blasts o' the winter wind,
That thirl'd thro' my heart,
They're a" blawn by, I hae him safe,
Till death we'll never part.
But what puts parting in my head ?
It may be far awa

The present moment is our ain,
The neist we never saw.
Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content %
I hae nae mair to crave;

Could I but live to mak him blest,
I'm blest aboon the lave.
And will I see his face again ?
And will I hear him speak ?

—
I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth, I'm like to greet.
Fer there's nae luck, Sec.
THE BLATH'RIE O'T.
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When I think on this warld's
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pelf, And the lit-tle wee share I hae o't to my-
self, And how the lass that wants it is
by the lads for-got, May the shame fa' the
gear and the blath'ri'e o't.

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Jockie was the laddie that held the pleugh,.
But now he's got gowd and gear enough

He thinks nae mair o' me that wears the plaiden
coat:
May the shame, &c.
Jenny was the lassie that mucked the byre,
But now she is clad in her silken attire
And Jockie says he loes her, and swears he's me

forgot
May the shame, &c.
But a' this shall never daunton me,

Sae lang as I keep my fancy free ;
For the lad that's sae inconstant, he is nae worth

a groat
May the shame, &c.
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FOR LACK OF GOLD.
For lack of gold she's left me, O, And of
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all that's dear be-reft me, O ; She me for-
sook for a great duke,

pppi And to end -less
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care has left me, Q. A star and
gar-ter have more art, Than youth, a true and
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faith-ful heart; For emp«ty ti - ties we must
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part, And
iJinen
for
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glitt - ring show she's
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left me, O.
No cruel fair shall ever move

My injured heart again to love;
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Thro distant climates I must rove,
Since Jeany she has left me, O.
Ye powVs above, I to your care
Resign my faithless lovely fair
Your choicest blessings be her share,
Tho' she has «ver left me, O,

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I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.
One day I heard Mary say, How shall I
leave thee ? Stay, dear-est A - do - nis, stay
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Why wilt thou grieve ine ? Alas ! my fond
heart will break, If thou should leave me ! Til
live and die for thy sake, Yet ne - ver
grieve thee.
:
Say, lovely Adonis, say,

Has Mary decciv'd thee ?
Did e'er her young heart betray
New love to grieve thee ?
My constant mind ne'er shall stray,
Thou may'st believe me ;
I'll love thee, lad, night and day.
And never leave thee.
Adonis, my charming youth,

What can relieve thee ?
Can Mary thy anguish soothe ?
This breast shall receive thee.
My passion shall ne'er decay,
Never deceive thee

Delight shall drive pain away,
Pleasure revive thee.
But leave thee, lad, leave thee, iad,
How shall I leave thee ?
O ! that thought makes me sad ;
I'll never leave thee.
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Where would my Adonis fly?
Why does he grieve me?

Alas ! my poor heart will die,
If I should leave thee.
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WILLY'S RARE.
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Wlli-Mr*!
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rare, and Wil-ly's fair, And
Willy's wondrous bonny ; And Willy hecht to
mar - ry me, Gin e'er he mar-ried
o-ny, 0, Gin e'er he mar-ried o-ny.

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Yestreen I made my bed fif braid
The night Til mak it narrow;

For a' the live-lang winter's night
I lie twhfd (/ my marrow.
O came you by yon water side ?
Pu'd you the rose or lily ?
Or came you by yon meadow green ?
Or saw you my sweet Willy ?
She sought him east, she sought him west,

She sought him braid and narrow,
And in the clifting o" a craig,
She fand him drown'd in Yarrow.
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HOW SWEET THIS LONE VALE.
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How sweet this lone vale, and how
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sooth-ing to feel-ing, Yon night- in -gale^s
notes, which in me - Io - - dy melt ; Ob-
livion of woe o'er my mind gently stealing, A
pause from keen sorrow a

a™* moment is felt.
The moon's yel - - low light o'er the
still lake is sleep-ing ; Ah ! near the sad
spot Ma - ry sleeps in her tomb ! A-
gain the heart swells, the eye flows with
weep-ing, And the sweets of the vale are all
shadow'd with gloom.

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LOCH-ERROCH SIDE.
As I came by Loch-Er-roch side, The
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lof-ty hills sur-veying, The wa-ter clear, the
heather blooms, Their fragrance sweet con-

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vey - ing. I met, unsought, my
love - - ly maid, I found her like May
morn - ing ; With gra - - ces sweet, and

charms so rare, Her per-son all adorning.
How kind her looks, how blest was I,
While in my arms I press'd her !
And she her wishes scarce conceal'd,
As fondly I caress'd her.
She said, If that your heart be true,
If constantly you'll love me,
I heed not care, nor fortune's frowns,

For nought but death shall move me.
But faithful, loving, true, and kind,

For ever you shall find me,
And of our meeting here so sweet,
Loch-Erroch sweet shall mind me.

Enraptur d then, My lovely lass,
I cried, no more we'll tarry !
We'll leave the fair Loch-Erroch side,
For lovers soon should marry.
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THE LASS OF GOWRIE.

Upon a simmer afternoon,
A wee before the sun gade down,
My lassie, in a braw new gown,

Came o'er the hills to Gowrie.
The rose-bud, ting'd with morning showV,
Blooms fresh within the sunny bowV ;
But Katie was the fairest flower
That ever bloomVl in Gowrie.
Nae thought had I to do her wrang,

But round her waist my arms I flang,
And said, My dearie, will ye gang

To see the Carse o' Gowrie?
I'll tak you to my father's ha',
In yon green fields beside the shaw
And mak you lady o' them a 1

,
The brawest wife in Gowrie.
A silken gown o" siller grey,
My mither coft last new-year's-day,
And buskit me frae tap to tae,
To keep me out o' Gowrie.

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Daft Will, short syne, cam courting Nell,

And wan the lass, but what befel,
Or whare she's gane, she kens hersel
She staid na lang in Gowrie.
Sic thoughts, dear Katie, ill combine

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beauty rare, and wit like thine
Except yoursel, my bonny quean,

I care for nought in Gowrie.
Since first I saw you in the sheal,.
To you my heart's been true and leal
The darkest night I fear nae de'il,
Warlock, or witch, in Gowrie.
Saft kisses on her lips I laid ;
The blush upon her cheek soon spread ;
She whisper'd modestly, and said,
O Pate, Fll stay in Gowrie !
The auld folks soon gae their consent,
Syne for Mess John they quickly sent,
Wha ty'd them to their heart's content
And now she's Lady Gowrie !
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TARRY WOO.
Tarry woo, O tar - ry woo, Tar-ry
woo is ill to spin ; Card it weel, O
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Then the work is haf - lens done ; But when
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for a queen.
Sing, my harmless sheep,
That feed upon the mountains steep,
Bleating sweetly as ye go,
Through the winter's frost and snow ;
Hart, and hind, and fallow deer,

No by hauf sae usefu* are
Frae kings to him that hauds the plough,
A' are oblig'd to tarry woo.
Up, ye shepherds .'

dance and skip,
O'er the hills and valleys trip ;
Sing in praise of tarry woo ;
Sing the flocks that bear it too :
Harmless creatures, without blame,

That dead the back and cram the wame ;
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Leeze me on the tarry woo.

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How happy is the shepherd's life,
Far frae courts, and free of strife
While the gimmers bleat and bae,

And the lambkins answer mae.-
No such music to his ear
Of thief or fox he has nae fear
Sturdy kent, and colly true,

Weel defend the tarry woo.
He lives content, and envies none ;
No, ev'n a monarch on his throne,
He that the royal sceptre sways,
Has nae sweeter holidays.
Who'd be a king ? can ony tell ?
When a shepherd sings sae well,
Sings sae well, and pays his due,
Wi' honest heart and tarry woo.

TWINE WEEL THE PLAIDEN.
O I hae lost my sil-ken snood, That
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tiedmyhairsaeyellow; IVe gien my heart to the
lad I lo'ed, He was a gal - lant fel-lovv.
And twine it weel, my bon-ny dow, And
twine it weel, the plaid-en; The las-sie lost her
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He praisM my een sae bonny blue,

Sae lily-white my skin, O,
And syne he pried my bonny mou\
And swore it was nae sin, 0.
And twine, &c.
But he has left the lass he lo'ed,
His ain true-love forsaken ;
Which gars me sair to greet the snood

I lost amang the bracken.
And twine, &c.
TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE.
tM ggiigE^
Iv win-ter, when the rain rainUcauld, And
frost and snaw on il - - ka hill, And

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Bo-reas, wi"" his blasts sae bauld, Was
threatening a
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our kye to kill. Then Bell my
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wife, wha loes na strife, She said to me, right
has-ti-ly, Get up, gudeman, save Crummy's
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life, And tak your auld cloak a-bout ye,
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And she is come of a good kin'
Aft has she wet the bairns*' mou",

And I am laith that she should tine.
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Get up, gudeman, it is fu' time

The sun shines in the lift sae hie
Sloth never made a gracious end,
Sae tak your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was ance a gude grey cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear

But now it's scantly worth a groat,
For I hae worn't this thretty year.
Let's spend the gear that we hae won^
We little ken the day we'll die
Then I'll be proud, since I hae sworn

To hae a new cloak about me.
In days whan our King Robert rang,

His trews they cost but hauf-a-crown
He said they were a groat owre dear,
And ca'd the tailor thief and loun.
He was the king that wore the crown,
And thou a man o' low degree

It's pride puts a' the country down,
Sae tak your auld cloak about y6.

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EvYy land has its ain laugh,
Ilk kind o' corn has its ain hool,
I think the warld is a" gaun daft,
When ilka wife her man wad rule

Do ye nae see Rob, Jock, and Hab,
How they are girded gallantly ?
While I sit hurklin in the ase ;
I'll hae a new cloak about me.
Crudeman, I wat ifs thretty year

Since we did ane anither ken,
And we hae had, between us twa,

0" lads
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and bonny lasses ten ;
Now they are women grown and men^

I wish and pray, weel may they be
And if you prove a good husband,
E'en tak your auld cloak about ye*
Bell, my wife, she loes na strife,
But she wad guide me if she can ;
And to maintain an easy life,
\ aft maun yield, though I'm gudeman.

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Nought's to be won at woman's hand,

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Unless ye gie her a the plea ;
Sae I'll leave affwhare I began,
And tafc my auld cloak about me.
THE LASS IN YON TOWN.
O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the
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e'en-ing sun u - pon ? The dear-est maid's in
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flow'rs that round her blaw, Ye catch the glan-
ces o
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her ee. How blest ye birds that round
gpa-Epiipi!
her sing, And wan-ton in the bloom-ing
year ; But doubly wel-come be the spring, The
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sea-son to my Jea-nie dear.
The sun blinks blythe on yon town,

Araang the broomy braes sae green ;
But my delight's in yon town,

And dearest pleasure is my Jeaiv
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Without my fair, not a' the charms
Of paradise could yield me joy ;
But gie me Jeanie in my arms,

And welcome Lapland's dreary sky
-My cave wad be a lover's bower,

>Tho' raging winter rent the air
And she a lovely little flower,
That I wad tent and shelte there-.
O sweet is she in yon town,
The sinking sun's gaun down upon ;
The dearest maid's in yon town,

His setting beams e'er shone upon.
If angry fate be sworn my foe,
And sufTring I am doom'd to bear,
I'd careless quit ought here below

But spare, oh ! spare my Jeanie dear.
For while life's dearest blood runs warm,

My thoughts frae her shall ne'er depart :.
For as most lovely is her form,

She has the truest, kindest heart.
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GUDE FORGI'E ME FOR LYIN.
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Ae day a braw woo-er came down the lang
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xfif(I.:i,::qi
glen, And sair jfi* his love he did
deave me ; But I said, there was naething I
hat-ed like men, The deuce tak him to be-
iHlillililiii
lieve me, be - lieve me ; The deuce tak
him to be - lieve me.

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A weel stocket mailen, himsel for the laird,
A bridal aff hand was the proffer,
I never loot on that I kent it, or car'd,
But thought I might get a waur offer.
He spak o" the darts o' my bonny black een,
And how for my love he was diein
'I said he might die when he liket for Jean,

The Gude forgi'e me for liein !
But what do ye think, in a fortnight or less,
(The deiPs in his taste to gae near her),
He's down the lang glen to my black cousin Bess.;
Guess ye how the jade I could bear her !
Sae
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a" the neist ouk as I fretted wi' care,
I gade to the tryst o" Dulgarlock ;
And wha but my braw fickle wooer was there.,
Wha glowr'd as if heM seen a warlock.
Out o'er my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neiboure should think I was saucy

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My wooer he caperM as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd that I was a dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie and sweet.

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If she had recover'd her hearin ;
And how my auld shoon fited her shachel'd feet,
Gude safe us ! how he fell a swearin'.
He begg'd me, for Gudesake, that Fd be his wife.

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Or else I wad kill him wi sorrow
Sae just to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I shall wed him to-morrow.

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LOGIE CT BUCHAN.
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O 1
Lggie o Buchan, O Logie the Laird,
They hae ta'en a-wa Jamie, that delvM in the
yard, Wha playM on the pipe, wf the vi-ol sae
!3d
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sma They hae ta'en awa Jamie, the flowV o' them
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winter's a-wa, And Til come and see thee in
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spite o' them a .
Sandy has ousen, has gear, and has kye

A house and a hadden, and siller forbye
But I'd tak my ain lad, yt¥ his staff in his hand.
Before I'd hae him, wi' his houses and land.

He said, think na lang, &c.
My daddie looks sulky, my minnie looks sour,

They frown upon Jamie because he is poor :
Tho' I lo'e them as weel as a daughter should do.
They are nae hauf sae dear to me, Jamie, as you,
He said, think na lang, &c.

; ;
I sit on my creepie, I spin at my wheel,
And think on the laddie that lo'ed me sae weel
He had but ae saxpence, he brak it in twa,
And he gied me the hauf o't when he gade awa.

Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa,
Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa

The simmer is coming, cauld winter's awa,
And ye'll come and see me in spite o"
1
them a\
MY ONLY JO AND DEARIE, O.
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r P Tl T "I
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P Lt~r Pi i
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Thy cheek is o"

1
the ro-se's hue, My
on - ly jo and dear-ie, O ; Thy
-*-»v-
m
neck is o
1
the sil - ler dew U-
~
pon the banks sae brier -ie, O. Thy
teeth are o"* the i - vo-ry ; O sweet's the twinkle

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thine ee : Nae joy, nae plea - sure,,
TT*-»— P~F-~Nt ±Z
"1»i ~j n—iSTTr,'—
blinks on me, My on-ly jo and dearie, O.
The birdie sings upo" the thorn

1
Its sang o joy, fif cheerie, O,
Rejoicing in the simmer morn,
Nae care to mak it eerie, O ;
Ah ! little kens the sangster sweet,

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Aught o the care I hae to meet,
That gars my restless bosom beat,
My only jo and dearie, O.
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-**-, -
When we were bairnies on yon brae,

And youth was blinkin bonny, O,
Aft we wad daff the IPelang day,
Our joys ftf sweet and monie, O.
Aft I wad chase thee o'er the lee,
And round about the thorny tree ;
1
Or pu the wild flowers a' for thee,
I hae a wish I canna tine,
'Mang 1
a the cares that grieve me, O

I wish that thou wert ever mine,
And never mair to leave me, O ;
Then I wad daut thee night and day,
Nae ither war'dly care Vd hae,
Till life's warm stream forgat to play,

4
THE POSIE.
¥ O love will ven-ture in, where

a::
it
E3|H:EEgzzfezrE
dare-na vveel be seen ; O love will ven-ture
in, where wis -

M^MP
dom ance has been ; But
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PilP
I- will down yon ri - ver
#-r-"—
rove, A-
tr*: •— zz -—t*—-]
\
— T& frr-- —r—
1
mang the leaves sae green, And a to pu'.a
po-sie to
^mgui
my ain dear Jean.
H
The primrose I will piT, the firstling o' the year,
And I will
1
pu the pink, the emblem o 1
my dear;
1
For she^ the pink o womankind, (I will her ay
esteem)
And 1
a to be a posie for my ain dear Jean.
budding rose when it

1
Ill pif the glitters wi" the dew,

-1
For its like a ba'my kiss o her sweet bonny mou';
The daisy for simplicity, and unaffected mein,
And 1
& to be a posie to my ain dear Jean.
The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely breast, Til place the lily there ;
The hyacinth for constancy, and sweetly smelling
bean,
And 1
a to be a posie for my ain dear Jean.
The woodbine I will pu\ when the earning star is
near,
I'll pu' the vflet too, which weel she fa's to wear,
Wi 1
ilka flo'wV on hill or dale, thafs sweet or
comely seen,
And a
1
to be a posie for my ain dear Jean,
ril tie the posie round wi the silken cord o" love,
1
And place it in her bosom ; then swear by a above,
That to my latest fcreath o

1
life the band shall ay
remain,
And this will be a posie to my ain dear Jean.
THE EWE-BUGHTS, MARION.

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Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion, And
1
wear in the sheep wi me ? The sun shine;
sweet, my Marion, But nae hauf sae sweet as

s~\
sEj£EEl|±±q
thee. The
z=m±mi&
sun shines sweet, my Marion, But
v_y
nae hauf sae sweet as thee
;
My Marion's a bonny lass,
The blythe blinks ay in her ee
And fain wad I marry my Marion,

Gin Marion wad marry me.
There's gowd in your garters, Marion,

And silk on your white hause-bane ;
FuTain wad I kiss my Marion,

1
At e'en when I come hame.
Tve nine milk ewes, my Marion,

A cow, and a brawny quey ;
Til gie them a' to my Marion,

Just on her bridal day.
And yese get a green-sey apron, ,
y
And waistcoat o Lonon brown y
Then vow but ye will be vapYin,
When ye gang to the town.
Ym young and stout, my Marion ;
Nane dances like me on the green ;
And gin ye forsake me, Marion,
Til e'en draw up wi' Jean.

;; ;
Sae put on your pearlings, Marion,

Wi' kirtle of the cramasie ;
And sae soon's my chin has nae hair on }
I shall come west, and see thee-
HOW BLYTHE HAE I BEEN.
How blythe hae I been wi

1
my Sandy,
As we howe 1
sat in the o the glen !
But nae mair can I meet wi' my Sandy,

To the banks o' the Rhine he is gane.
Alas ! that the trumpet's loud clarion
Thus draws 1
a our shepherds afar
O cou'dna the ewe-bughts and Marion

1
Please mair than the horrors o war !
Not a plough in our land has been ganging
The ousen hae stood in their sta"
Nae flails in our barns hae been banging.

For mair than a towmond or twa.
Waes me, that the trumpet's shrill clarion
Thus draws a' our shepherds afar !
O, I wish that the ewe-bughts and Marion

Could charm frae the horrors o' war.
MY AIN KIND DEARIE, O.
ggpjBEfepgEl
Will ye gang o'er the lee -rig, My
ain kind dearie, O? And cuddle there fiT
~3£*Z"«
- -'.fa f f fffrr'
kind-ly, Wi' me, my kind dearie, O?
•vr&i
At thor - ny dyke, or birk-en tree, We'll
*
daff, and ne - ver wea - ry, O , They'll
scug ill een frae you and me, My
_J»j
ain kind deary, O.
Nae herd wi' kent, or colly there,
Shall ever come to fear ye, O,

But lavVocks, whistling in the air,
Shall woo, like me, their dearie, O.
While ithers herd their lambs and ewes,
And toil for warld's gear, my jo,

Upon the lee my pleasure grows
Wi 1
thee, my ain kind dearie, O.
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At gloamin, if my lane I be,
Oh, but I'm wond'rous eerie, O,

And mony a heavy sigh I gie,
When absent frae my dearie, O :
But seated 'neath the milk-white thorn,,
In ev'ning fair and clearie, O,

Enraptur'd, my cares I scorn,
a'
When wi' my kind dearie, O.
Whare through the birks the burnie rows,
Aft hae I sat fu' cheery, O,
Upon the bonny greensward howes,

Wi' thee, my kind dearie, O.
I've courted till I've heard the craw
Of honest Chanticleerie, O,
Yet never miss'd my sleep ava,
When wi 1
my kind dearie, O.
For though the night were ne'er sae dark^
And I were ne'er sae weary, O*

I'd meet thee on the lee rig
My ain kind dearie, O..

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While in this weary warld of wae,

This wilderness sae dreary, 0,
What maks me blythe, and keeps me sae ?
,r
Tis thee, my kind dearie, 0.
KAIL BROSE O' AULD SCOTLAND.

js I
When our an - cient fore-fa-thers

1 a-
T"
I ^1pjl.£~Ia ~Iff TI II rip ff-~# '"'
&~-~Z~Y
1
greed wi the laird, For a piece oûde grund to
S?*^" J' * *
be a kail-yard, It was to the brose that they
paid their regard: O! the kail-brose of auld
Scotland, AndO ! the Scottish kail-brose.

;
When Fergus, the first of our kings, I suppose,
At the head of his nobles had vanquishM our foes,
Just before they began, they'd been feasting on
brose.
O ! the kail-brose, &c.
Our sodgers were drest in their kilts and short hose,
Wr their bonnets and belts, which their dress did

compose,
And a bag of oat-meal on their backs to be brose.
At our annual elections for bailies or mayor,

Nae kickshaws o"
1
puddings or tarts were seen

there
But a cog o* gude brose was the favourite fare.
But now since the thistle is joinM to the rose,
And the English nae langer are counted our foes,

1
We've lost a great deal o our relish for brose.

;
Yet each true-hearted Scotsman, by nature jocose,

Likes always to feast on a cog 6" gude brose ;
And thanks be to heav'n, weVe yet plenty of those.
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STAY, MY CHARMER.
l^miiiliiii
Stay, my char-mer, can yqu leave me?
Cru-el, cru - el, to de ceive me
Well you know how much you grieve me

ft
n
I — —M- I
Cru - el char-mer, can you go ? Cru-el ,.
charmer, can you go ?

By my love so ill requited,
By the faith you fondly plighted,
By the pangs of lovers slighted,
Do not, do not leave me so,
Do not, do not leave me so.
THE SONG OF DEATH.
-«-
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green
i±fc
#=
earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the
IgiSSîiiiiEi
broad set - ting sun ! Fare-well, loves and
friendships, ye dear ten-der ties! Our
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ss-^-j
r TfCpr* *i \ 4$.
race of ex - ist-ence is run. Thou
grim King of Terrors, thou life's gloomy foe, Go
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pEJz£=E&CJ^g
3EEgE^
fright -en the cow-ard and slave! Go
•
.se. _*. * _0.
at I 3
3:
teach them to trem-ble, fell ty-rant ! but
-*-
know, No terrors hast thou to the

Ml brave
Thou strik'st the dull peasant, he sinks in the dark3
Nor saves ev'n the wreck of a name

; :
Thou strik'st the young hero, a glorious mark !
He falls in the blaze of his fame.
In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hands,
Our King and our Country to save
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands,

O, who would not die with the brave !
THE LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE.
r*«
'Twas evV, the dewy fields were green, On
iH§te
ev^ry blade the "pearls hang; The zephyr
iE5El-f^Bi ~ft~ ^ Z
u ~
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wantonM round the bean, And bore its fragrant

IAMMAMW %*%*»*%*
sweets a - lang : In ev' - iy glen the
ma - vis sang, All Na - ture list

1
- ning
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-* ;F B~-
S3 tonal fe»»r~
seem'd the while, Ex-cept where greenwood
iiiilliillll
e - choes rang, A - mang the braes o'
m%mBal-loch-myle.
With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoicM in Nature's joy,
When -musing in a lanely glade,

A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy :
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: .
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like Nature's vernal smile ;
The lily's hue, and rose's dye,
Bespake. the lass o' Ballochmyle.
Fair is the morn in flow'ry May,

And sweet is night in Autumn mild,
When roving through the garden gay,
Or wand'ring in the lonely wild
But woman, Nature's darling child !
There all her charms she does compile
Ev'n there her other works are foil'd

1
By the bonny lass o Ballochmyle.
O had she been a country maid,

And I the happy country swain,
Though shelter'd in the lowest shed
That ever rose on Scotland's plain !
Through weary winter's wind and rain,
With joy, with rapture, I would toil,
And nightly to my bosom strain
The bonny lass of Ballochmyle.

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Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep,
Where fame and honour lofty shine ;
And thrist of gold might tempt the deep,

Or downward sink the Indian mine.
Give me the cot below the pine,

To tend the flocks, or till the soil,
And evYy day has joys divine
Wi 1
the bonny lass o' Ballochmyle.
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AULD LANGSYNE.
Shou'd auld ac-quain-tance be for-got, And
1
never brought to min , ShouM auld acquaintance-
w-*
*-f — fr—-f [Is — Er"";C — 1~1 ITT
be for-got, And days o' lang-syne. For
*ks—
auld langsy ne,my dear,For auld langsy ne, Well
tak" a cup o'kindnessyet, Forauld langsynes.

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—-^%*«»% **%•% v*v%%
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot I
Sin"' auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, &c.
VVe twa hae paidel't i' the burn,
When simmer days were prime,

But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld langsyne.
Siow there's a hand my trusty feire,
And gi'es a haud o' thine,
Syne toom the stoup to friendship's growth.
And auld langsyne.
But surely ye'Ii be your pint-stoup,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak' a right gude willie-waught^.

For auld langsyne.
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WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YOU.
O whistle and Til come to you, my lad, O
whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; Tho'
father and mother, and a' shou'd gae mad, O
whistle and I'll come to you, my lad. Come
down the back stairs when ye come to court
-ff-
s:5E:
me, Come down the back stairs when ye
- " . : .— :
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;;
come to court me; Come down the back
stah^, and let nae-bo-dy see, And come as ye
were na coming tome, And come as ye werena

h.
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad

-1
Though father and mother, and a shouM gae mad,

O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad.
At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me,

Gang by me as though that ye car'd na a flee ;
But steal me a look o" your bonny black ee,
Yet look as ye were na looking at me.

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O whistle and Pll come to you, my lad

O whistle and 111 come to you, my lad;
Though 1
father and mother, and a shou'd gae mad
-O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad.
Ay vow and protest that ye carena for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a wee

But court na anither, though joking ye be,
Tor fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO.
John An-der-son, my jo, John, when
we were first acquaint, Yourlocks were like the
mîvVm
ra-ven, your bon-ny brow was brent ; But
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now ye're turned bald, John, your locks are
like the snaw, My blessings on your fros-ty
pow, John An-der-son, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, ye were my first
conceit,
And ay at kirk and market, Fve kept you trim

and neat ;
Some folk say yeVe auld, John, but I scarce be-
lieve it's so,
For ye are ay the same to me, John Anderson, my

J°-
John Anderson, my jo, John, weVe seen our bairns'

bairns,
And yet, my dear John Andersqw, I'm happy in
your arms,
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And sae are ye in mine, John, Fm sure ye'll ne'er
say no,
Though the days are gane that we hae seen, John

Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, our siller ne'er was

rife,
And yet we ne'er saw poverty sin' we were man

and wife
We've ay haen bit and brat, John, great blessings
here below,
And that helps to keep peace at hame, John An-

derson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, the war Id loes us
baith
We ne'er spak ill o' neibours, John, nor did them

ony skaith ;
To live in peace and quietness was a* our care, ye

know,
And I'm sure tliey'll greet when we are dead,
John Anderson, my jo.

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John Anderson, my jo, John, frae year to year

we've past,
And soon that year maun come, John, will bring
us to our last
But let not that affright us, John, our hearts were
ne'er our foe,
While in innocent delight we've liv'd, John An*

derson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, we clamb the hill
thegither,
And mony a canty day, John, we've had wi' ane
anither
Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand

we'll go,
And we'll sleep thegither at the foot, John Ander

son, my jo.
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ANE AND TWENTY, TAM.
And O for ane and twen-ty, Tam, And
hey sweet ane and twenty, Tam ! Til learn my
kin a rat-tlin sang, If I saw ane and
twen-ty,
a^s Tam. They snool me
zzrzziw
sair,
fct
and
haud me down, And gar me look like
blun-tie, Tam; But three short years wiH

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fioon wheel round, And then comes ane and
:*ze:
_— — —
-J — -
J
4j—Da Capo.—
yzz^paiiu-
twen-ty, Tarn.
\ Capi D.i
A gleib o' land, a claut o* gear,
Was left me by my auntie, Tam

At kith or kin I needna spier,
Gin I saw ane and twenty, Tara.

And O, &c.
They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Though I mysel' hae plenty, Tam

But hear'st thou, laddie, there's my loof,,
I'm thine at ane and twenty, Tam.

And O, &c.
ROY'S WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH.

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Hoy's wife of Al - di - val - loch,
Roy's wife of Al - di - val - loch,
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Wat ye how she cheat- ed me, As
J__ N fs __6_ _"*
I came o'er the braes o' Bal-loch.
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She vow'd, she swore, she wad be mine ; SIiq
"P'j^ r
—»~—5-— i\~~
T""
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said she lo'ed me best of o - - ny ; But
Mi
gSr=tf£^=r^|EESb=:i|z~
oh! the fie - kle faith -less quean, She's
^"^
Da Capo.
ta'en the carle, and left her John-nie.
O she was a canty quean,
Weel could she dance the Highland wailoch-;
How happy I, had she been mine,

Or Fd been Roy of Aldivalloch.
Roy's wife, &c.
Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear,
Her wee bit mou' sae sweet and bonny :
To me she ever will be dear,
Though she's for ever left her Johnnie.
Roy's wife, &c.

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THE BOA TIE ROWS.

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O weel may the boatie row. And
bet-ter may she speed, And liesome may the
iipipipiii
Boa-tie row, That wins the bairns' bread, The
.1
*:^~~ s '
fffppp
boatierows,theboatierows,Theboatierowsin~
-* *-»
*-f— .; -ft
B'sr^pTm
ivn
deed ; And weel may the boatie row, That
wins my bairns' bread.
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;
I coost my line in Largo Bay,

And fishes I catch'd nine,
There was three to boil,, and three to fry,,
And three to bait the line.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows*
The boatie rows indeed,
And happy be the lot o' a\

Who wishes her to speed,
weel may the boatie row^
That fills a heavy creel,

1
And cleads us a frae tap to tae^
And buys our parriteh meal.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows.
The boatie rows indeed,
And happy be the lot of sC
That wish the boatie speeds
When Jamie vow"d lie wad be mine.

And wan frae me my heart,
muckle lighter grew my creel
He swore we'd, never part.

The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fif weel,
And muckle lighter is the load,
When love bears up the creel.
My kurtch I put upo"

1
my head,
1
And dress'd mysel fu braw ;
my heart was
I trow douf and wae,
When Jamie gaed awa\
But weel may the boatie row,
And lucky be her part,
And lightsome be the lassie's care,
That yields an honest heart.
When Sawney, Jock, and Janetie,

Are up, and gotten lear,
They'll help to gar the boatie row,
And lighten a' our care.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu weel,

1
And lightsome be her heart that bears
The murlain and the creel.
—
And when wi' age we're worn down,

And hirpling round the door,
They'll row to keep us dry and warm,
As we did them before.
Then weel may the boatie row,
She wins the bairns' bread ;
And happy be the lot o' a',
That wish the boatie speed.
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WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE.
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What can a
P*
young las - sie, what
shall a young las-sie, What shall a young
1
las -sie do wi an auld man ? Bad luck on the
pen-ny that tempt-ed my min-nie, To
llilippiipptl
sell her poor Jen-ny for houses and land.
He's al-ways complainin

,
J frae mornm to
; ! ;
e'en -in'; He hosts and he hir-ples the
wea - ry day lang ; He's doy'lt and he's
do-zen, his blude it is fro-zen, O
— ft —
1
dreary's my life wi a cra-zy auld man
He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,

I never can please him, do a' that I can
He's peevish, and jealous 0' a' the young fellows
O dool on the day I

1
met wi an auld man !
My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity,
Fll do my endeavour to follow her plan ;
I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart break

him,
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.
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BONNY DUNDEE.
O whare did ye get that hau-ver-meal
> »
p m fo * \ I p * a
ItKI
bannock ? O sil-ly Mind bo-dy, O din-na ye
see? I gat it frae ay oung brisk sodger laddie, Be-
w -ft~
;ggsa
±1
^
tween Saint Johnstoun and bonny Dundee. O
feaJEJpEJE S
gin I saw the lad - die that gae me't
Aft has he doudl'd me u-pon his knee; May
*
$MmwMnim
heaven pro-tect my bon-ny Scots lad-die, And
L*L^ o_
send him safe hame to his ba - by and me.
My blessings upon that sweet wee lippie,

My blessings upon that bonny ee-bree !
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou's ay the dearer and dearer to me.

But I'll big a bower on yon bonny bank,
Where Tay rins whimplin by sae clear,
And 111 dead thee in the tartan sae fine,
And mak thee a man like thy daddy dean

SAE FLAXEN WERE HER RINGLETS.
aiMlipi Sae flax -en were her ring-lets, Her
^5 '^
eye-brows of a dark - er hue, Be-
-*-
)—*•-- •
witchingly o'erarching Twa laughing een 6*
bonny blue. Her smiling, sae wyling, Wad
3L,
make a wretch for - - get his woe ; What
pleasure, what treasure, Un - to these ro-sy

—
:
:-fer
X?~
m
:e:t-C=:z
lips to grow! Such was my Chlo - ris
bon - ny face, W len first her bon - ny
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face I saw ; And ay my Chlo - ris"
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dear -est charm,

mm.
She says she loes me
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best
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of
iHi
a\
X.ike harmony her motion,

Her pretty ancle is a spy,
Betraying fair proportion,
Wad make a saint forget the sky.
Sae warming, sae charming,
Her fau'tless form and gracefir air.

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Ilk feature — auld Nature
DeclarM that she could do nae mair

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Her's are the willing chains o" love,
By conquring Beauty's sovVeign law ;
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says she loes me best of a\
Xet others love the city,
And gaudy show at sunny noon ;
Gie me the lonely valley,
The dewy eve, and rising moon,

Fair beaming, and streaming,
Her silver light the boughs amang,
While falling, recalling,
The am'rous thrush concludes his sang
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove^

By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o" truth and love^
And say thou loes me best of a\

I HAD A HORSE.
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I had a horse, and I had nae mair, I
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gat it frae my daddie ; My purse was light,
and my heart was sair, But my wit it was fii*
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ready. So I bethought me on a time, Out-
wit-tens o
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my daddie, To fee my-sel to a
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La wland laird, Wba had a bon-ny la-dy.
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I wrote a letter, and thus began :
" Madam, be not offended ;
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Vm owre the lugs in love wi1 you,
*' And I carena though ye kend it
" For I get little frae the laird,
" And far less frae my daddy,

Ci
Yet I wad blythely be the man
" Wad strive to please my lady."
She read my letter, and she leugh ;
" Ye needna been sae blate, man,

n Ye might hae come to me yoursel,
" And tauld me 1

a your state, man :
ei
Ye might hae come to me yoursel,
" Outwittens o ony body, 1
" And made John Goukston o 1

the laird,
" And kiss'd his bonny lady.
1 ''
Then she pat siller in my purse,
We drank wine in a cogie ;
She fee'd a man to rub my horse3
And vow, but I was vogie !
But I ne^r gat sae sair a fleg
Since I cam frae my daddie ;

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The laird cam, rap, rap ! to the yett,
When I was wi
1
his lad/.
Then she pat me behint a chair,
And hap'd me wi 1
a plaidy;
1
Where I lay like to swarf wi fear,.
And wish'd me wi my 1
daddie.
The laird gade out, he saw na me,

I staid till I was ready
I promis'd, but I ne'er gade back
To see his bonny lady.
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O POORTITH CAULD.
poortith cauld, and restless love,
Ye break my peace between ye !
Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
If "'twere na for my Jeanie.
O why should fate sic pleasure have,
Love's dearest band untwining ?
Or why sae sweet a flow'r as love
Depend on fortune's shining P ,

This warlcTs wealth, when I think on

Its pride, and a' the lave o"t,
Fie, fie, on silly coward man,

That he should be the slave o^.
O why should fate, &c.
Her een, sae bonny blue, betray
How she repays my passion ;
But prudence is her o'erword ay,

1
She taks o rank and fashion,
O wha can prudence think upon,
Wi" sic a lassie by him ?
O wha can prudence think upon,
And sae in love as I am ?

How blest the humble cotters fate I
He wooes his simple dearie;
The silly bogles, wealth and state,

Can never mak him eerie.
Then why should fate sic pleasure have.
Love's dearest band untwining ?
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Or sic a tender flow'r as love
Depend on fortune's shining ?
THE HONEST MAN.
Is there for ho-nest po-ver-ty, Wha
hangs his head, anda that? The coward slave we

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pass him by, And dare be poor for a' that
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For a" that, and a that, Our toils obscure,and
a' that; The rank is but the guinea starap,The
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man's the gowd, for a that.
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What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hodden grey, and a that ? 1
Gie fools their silk, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man 1
for a that.
1
For a that, and a' that,
Their tinsel shew, and a' that
An honest man, though ne'er sae poor,

1
Is chief o men, for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca"d a lord,
Wha struts and stares, and a* that,.
Though hundreds worship at his word,

He's but a coof, for a' that.
For a" that, and a' that,

1
His ribband, star, and a that ;
A man o' independent mind
Can look and laugh at a' that.
The king can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a that

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An horn si man's aboon his might,

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Glide faith, he manna fa that
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For a that, and a that,
His dignities, and a' that

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The pith o sense, and pride o worth,
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Are grander far than a that.
Then let us pray, that come it may,

As come it shall, for a" that,
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When sense and worth, o'er a the earth,
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Shall bear the gree, and a that.
1
For a that, arid a' that,
It's coming yet, for a' that,
When man and man, the warld o'er,
Shall brithers be, and a' that.
THOUGH WOMEN'S MINDS.
Though women's minds, like winter winds,

1
May shift and turn, and a that,"
The noblest breast adores them maist,
A consequence I draw that.
For
1
a that, and a' that,

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And twice as meikle's a that,
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The bonny lass that I lo'e best,
Shell be my ain, for a that.

1
1
Great love I hear to a the fair,
1
Their humble slave, and a that
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For si
1
that, &c.
But there is ane aboon the lave,
Has wit and sense, and si

1
that
A bonny lass, I like her best,
And wha a crime daur ca that.

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For a' that, &c.
In rapture sweet this hour we meet,

Wr mutual love, and a' that
But for how lang the file may stang,
Let inclination law that.
For a" that, &c.
Their tricks and rraft hae put me daft,

1
They've ta'en me in, and a that
!
But clear your decks, and here's the sex !
I like the jades for a that.
• For a" that, &c.
KING ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS.
hae wi Wallace bled ; Scots, wham

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Scots, wha
Bruce has af-ten led ; Welcome to your go-ry

r?\
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bed, Or to glorious vic-tb-ry Now's the day, and !
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now s the hour ! See the front of bat -tie lour!
See approach proud Edward's

BEE
powY Edward,
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chains, and sla - ve - ry
L
;!
Wha will be a traitor knave ?

Wha can a coward's grave ?
fill
Wha sae base as be a slave ?

Traitor, coward, turn and flee !
Wha for Scotland's king and law,

Freedom's sword will strongly draw ?
Freeman stand, or freeman fa\
Caledonian, on wi' me!
By oppression's woes and pains ;
By your sons in servile chains
We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be, shall be free.
Lay the proud usurpers low !
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe !
Liberty's in ev'ry blow !
Forward ! — let us do or die
THE LAND O' THE LEAL.

I'm wearing awa, Jean,
Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean,
I'm wearing awa, Jean,

To the land o' the leal.
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There's nae sorrow there, Jean,

There's nae cauld nor care, Jean
The day is ay fair, Jean,
In the land o' the leal.
Ye've been leal and true, Jean,

Your task's ended now, Jean,
And I'll welcome you, Jean,
To the land o' the leal.
Our bonny bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith gude and fair, Jean,
And we grudg'd her right sair, Jean,
To the land.o' the leal.
Dry that tearfu' ee, Jean,
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
And angels wait on me, Jean,
Then fareweei my ain Jean ;
This waiid's care is vain, Jean ;
We'll meet, and ye be fain, Jean,

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WEEL MAY WE A' BE.
Weel may we 1
a be,
111 may we never see
Here's to the king
And this gude company.

Fill, fill a bumper high *
Drain, drain your glasses dry ;
Out upon him, fie ! O fie !
That winna do't again.
Here's to the king, boys !
Ye ken wha I. mean, boys

And ev'ry honest man, boys,
That will dot again.
Fill, fill, &c.
Here's to a' the chieftains
Of the gallant Scottish clans ;
They hae done it mair than anes,.
And they'll do't again.
Fill, fill, &c.
"When the pipes begin to strum

Tutti, tattie, to the drum,
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Out claymore, and down the gun,

And to the knaves again.
Fill, fill, &c.
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BURNS FAREWELL TO AYRSHIRE.

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Scenes of woe, and scenes of pleasure,
Scenes that for-mer thoughts renew; Scenes of
woe, and scenes of pleasure, Now a sad and
lasta-dieu; Now a sad and last adieu
Bonny Doon, sae sweet at gloaming.
Fare thee weel before I gang

Bonny Doon, where early roaming,
First I weav'd the rustic sang.
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First enthrall'd this heart o" mine

There the saftest sweets enjoying,
Sweets that mem'ry ne'er shall tine,
Friends so near my bosom ever,
Ye hae render'd moments dear;

But, alas ! when forc'd to sever,
Then the stroke, O how severe I
Friends, that parting tear reserve it^
Though 'tis doubly dear to me;

Could I think I did deserve it,
How much happier would I be.

Scenes that former thoughts renew
Now a sad and last adieu.
TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY.
O Iib-bxe, I hae seen the day, Ye
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wad na been sae shy ; For lack o' gear ye
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light - ly me ; But, troth ! I care na by.
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Ye - streen I met you on the muir, Ye
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Tibbie ! I hae seen the day

Ye wad na been sae shy ;
For lack o' gear ye lightly me ;
But, troth ! I care na by.
1 doubt na, lass, but ye may think,

1
Because ye hae the name o clink,
1
That ye can please me wi a wink,
Whene'er ye like to try.
O Tibbie ! I hae seen the day
Ye wad na been sae shy

1
For lack o gear ye lightly me;

But sorrow tak him that's sae mean,

Although his pouch o" coin were clean,
Wha follows ony saucy quean
That looks sae proud and high.
Ye wadna been sae shy

1
For lack o gear ye lightly me ;
But, troth ! I -care na by.

; ; ;
Although a lad were e'er sae smart,
If he but want the yellow dirt,
Yell cast your head anither airt.
And answer him fu' dry.
O Tibbie ! I hae seen the day

Ye wad na been sae shy ;
For lack a? gear ye lightly me

But, troth ! I care»na by.
1
But if he hae the name o gear,
Yell fasten to him like a brier,
Though hardly he, for sense or lear,
Be better than the kye.

Ye wad na been sae shy
For lack o' gear ye lightly me ;

There lives a lass in yonder park,
1 wad na gie her under sark
1
For mark
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thee, wi" a thy thousand
Ye need na look sae high.

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KATJTRINE OGIE.
As walk-ing forth to view the plain, U-
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pon a morn-ing ear - ly, While May's sweet
scent did cheer my brain, From flowYs which
grew so rare-ly; I chanc'd to meet a
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pret-ty maid, She shin'd, tho it was fog-
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said, My name is Kath'rine O-gie.
I stood a while, and did admire,
To see a nymph so stately
So brisk an air there did appear

In a country maid so neatly
Such nat'ral sweetness she display'd;,
Like lilies in a bogie ;
Diana's self was ne'er array 'd
Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.
Thou tlow'r of females, beauty's queen,
Who sees thee sure must prize thee

Though thou art drest in robes but mean,
Yet these cannot disguise thee
Thy handsome air, and graceful look,

Excels each clownish rogie ;
Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,
My charming Kath'rine Ogie.

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O ! were I but some shepherd swain.
To feed my flock beside thee
At bughting-time to leave the plain,
In milking to be abide thee.
IM think myself a happier man,
WT Kate, my club, and dogic,

Than he that hugs his thousands ten,
Had I but Kath'rine Ogie.
Then I'd despise th' imperial throne,
And statesmen's dangerous stations,
Td be no king, Fd wear no crown,

I'd smile at conquering nations,
Might I caress, and still possess
This lass of whom I'm vogie ;
For they are toys, and still look less,
Compar'd with Kath'rine Ogie.
I fear the gods have not decreed
For me so fine a creature,
Whose beauty rare makes her exceed

All other works in nature.
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Clouds of despair surround my love,
That are both dark and foggie

Pity my case, ye Powers above
Else I die for Katharine Ogie.
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HIGHLAND MARY.
Ye banks, and braes, and streams, around
The Castle o" Montgomery,

Green be your woods, and fair your flowYsj
Your waters never drumlie :
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,,
And there they langest tarry
For there I took the last fareweel
Of my dear Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloonVU the gay green birk I
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,

As underneath their fragrant shade,
I clasp' d her to my bosom !

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The golden hours, on angel wings,
Flew o'er me and my dearie
For dear to me, as light and life,
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender ;
And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore ourselves asunder.
But oh ! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flow'r so early
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That wraps my Highland Mary !
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly !
And clos'd for ay, the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly !
And mouldVing now, in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly;
But still within my bosom's core,
Shall live my Highland Mary.
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What ails this heart o' mine ? What
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ails this wa- fry ee ? What gars me ay turn
cauld as death, When I tak leave o1 thee ?
EfeE^!
When thou art far a - - wa, Thoiflt
dear-er grow to me ; But change o' fouk, and
1
change o place, May gar thy fan-cy jee.
,
Then 111 sit down and moan,

Just by yon spreading tree,
And gin a leaf

1
fa" in my lap,
Til ca't a word frae thee.
Syne 111 gang to the bower,
Which thou wi' roses tied,
"Twas there by mony a blushing bud

I strove my love to hide.
Fll doat on ilka spot
Whare I hae been wi- thee ;
Til ca"
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to mind some fond love tale,.
By evVy burn and tree.

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Tis hope that cheers the mind,
Tho' lovers absent be,
And when I think I see thee still,
1
ril think. I'm still wi thee.
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0, Mary, turn awa

1
That bonny face o thine,
And dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine.

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Can aught o warld's gear
E'er cool my bosom's care ?
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Na, na, for ilka look o thine,
It only feeds despair.
Then, Mary, turn awa

That bonny face o' thine
O dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
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That never can be mine !
WT love's severest pangs

My heart is laden sair,
And o'er my breast the grass maun grow,

Ere I am free frae care.
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MUCKING O' GEORDIITS BYRE.
As I went o-Yer yon meadow, And
carelessly passing a - lang, I listen'd with

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îPiiiigi
plea -sure to Jen-ny, While mournful-ly
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singing this sang r The mucking o* Geordie's
byre, And the shoaling the gruip sae clean, Has
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aft gart me spend the night sleepless, And

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Til
brought the saut tears frae my een.
It was naeray father's intention, ,
Nor was it my mither's desire,
That e'er I should fyle my fingers
Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's byre.
The mucking, &c.
Though, the roads were ever sae filthy,
Or the day sae scoury and foul,

1
I wad ay be ganging wi Geordie
I lik'd it far better than school.
The mucking, &c
My brither abuses me daily,

1
For being wi Geordie sae free ;
My sister she caVme hoodwinked/

Because he's below my degree.
The mucking, &c.
2
; ;
But weel do I like my young Geordie,

Although he was cunning and slee ;
He ca's me his dear and his honey,

And I'm sure my Geordie loes me.
The mucking, &c.
TAM GLEN.
My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len'
To anger them a' is a pity,
But what maun I do wi' Tarn Glen ?
I'm thinking, wi" sic a braw fallow,
In poortith I might mak a fen'
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I mauna marry Tarn Glen.
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There's Lowrie, the laird o Drummiller,
" Gude-day to you," brute, he comes ben;
He brags, and be blaws o his
1
siller,
But whan will he dance like Tarn Glen ?
Itatf «ti»
My minnie does constantly deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men ;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me;

But wha can think sae o' Tarn Glen ?
My daddy says, gin I'll forsake him,
He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten ;
But if it's ordain'd I maun tak him,
O wha will I get but Tarn Gen ?
Yestreen at the valentines dealin,

My heart to my mou' gied a sten,
For thrice I drew ane without failin,
And thrice it was written, Tarn Glen.
The last Halloween I was wau'kin,

My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,
His likeness cam up the house staukin,

And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen.
Gome counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry ;
I'll gie you my bonny black hen,
Gin ye will advise me to marry

The lad I loe dearly, Tam Glen.
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CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.
Ilplllipiiii
There's cauld kail in A - ber-deen, And
castocks in Stra'bo-gie, Whaur il-ka lad maun
hae his lass, But I maun hae my co-gie.
For I maun hae my co - gie, troth, I
can-na want my co - gie : I wadna gie my
:m
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three-gird cog For a the wives in Bogie.
BOM WMT
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Johnny Smith has got a wife

Wha scrimps him 1
o his cogie ;
But were she mine, upon my life,
I'd duck her in a bogie.
For I maun hae my coîe, troth.
I canna want my cogie
I wadna gie my thr*. e-gird cog

1
For a the wives in Bogie.
Twa-three todKn weans they hae,

The pride 6* a" Stra'bogie ;
Whene'er the totums cry for meat,

She curses ay his cogie
Crying, " Wae betide the three-gird cog

'* Oh, wae betide the cogie
c(
It does mair skaith than a' the ills
" That happen 1

in Stra bogie.
T>
She fand him ance at Willie Sharp's
And what they maist did laugh at,
She brake the bicker, spilt the drink,
And tightly gowfFd his haffet:
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Crying, " Wae betide the three-gird cog f
" Oh, wae betide the cogie
" It does mair skaith than a' the ills
" That happen in Stra'bogie.'

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Yet here's to ilka honest soul,
Whall drink wi" me a cogie ;
And for ilk silly whingin fool,
Well duck him in the bogie.
For I maun hae my cogie, Sirs,
I canna want my cogie
I wadna gie my three-gird cog
For
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a" the queans in Bogie.
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ANOTHER SET.
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,
And castocks in Stra'bogie
Gin I hae but a bonny lass,
YeVe welcome to your cogie*
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And ye may sit up a the night,
And drink till it be braid day-light
Gie me a lass that's clean and tight,
To dance the reel o' Bogie.
In cotillons the French excel,
John Bull in countra dances ;
The Spaniards dance fandangos well
Mynheer an afmande prances :
In foursome reels the Scots delight
At threesome they dance wondVous light

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But twasome ding a' out o sight,
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DancM to the reel o Bogie.
Come, lads, and view yourpartners Well,
Wale each a blythsome rogie
I'll tak this lassie to mysel,
She looks sae keen and vogie :
Now, piper lad, bang up the spring :
The countra fashion is the thing,
To prie their mou's ere we begin

To dance the reel d Bogie. >
:
Now ilka lad has got his lass,
Save yon stuld doited Fogie,
And ta'en.a fling upon the grass,
As they do in Stra'bogie
But a' the lasses look sae fain,
We canna think oursels to hain,
For they maun hae their come-again
To 1
dance the reel o Bogie.
Now a' the lads hae done their best,
Like true men o1 Stra'bogie ;
Well stop a while and tak a rest,
And tipple out a cogie.
Come now, my lads, and tak your glass,
And try each other to surpass,
In wishing health to ev'ry lass,
To dance the reel o' Bogie.
DUNCAN GRAY.
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Dun - can Gray cam
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here to woo,
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Ha, ha, the woo - ing o% On
blythe Yule night, when we were fu',
igUlgllili
Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her
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head fiT heigh, Look'd a - - sklent and
un - co skeigh, Gart poor Dun - can
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Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd,
, Ha, ha, the wooing o't
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Duncan sigh'd baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer't and blin";
Spak o' lowpin o'er a lin,
Time and chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't;
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie die ?
She may gae to France for me !
How it comes let doctors tell,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't
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Something in her bosom wrings ;
For relief a sigh she brings
And O, her een they spak sic things !
Ha, ha, the wooing oH.
Duncan was a lad o' grace,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't;
Maggie's was a piteous case,

Duncan cou'd na be her death,
Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath ;
Now they're crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o"t.

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THE BLYTHSOME BRIDAL.
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Come, fy let us a' to the bri-dal, For
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And Will wi 1
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And there will be Tarn the blutter,
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Andrew the tinkler, I trow :
And there will be bowM-legged Robie,

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Wi' thumless Katie's gudeman ;
And there will be blue-cheeked Dobie,

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And Lowrie the laird o the lan\
And there will be sow-libber Patie,
And plucky-facM Wat i

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the mill,
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Capper-nos d Francie, and Gibbie
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That wins in the howe o the hill
And there will be Alister Sibbje,
Wha in wi' black Bessy did mool ;
Wi" snivelling Lilly, and Tibbie,

The lass that stands aft on the stool,
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And Madge that was buckled to Steenie,
And coft him grey breeks to his —

Wha after was hangit for stealing,
Great mercy it happen'd nae warse.

And there will be gleed Geordy Janners,
And 1
Kirsh wi the lily-white leg,
Wha gade to the south for manners,

And playM the fool in Mons-Meg.
And there will be Judan Maclawrie,

And blinkin daft Barbara Macleg,
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flea-lugged sharney-fac'd Lawrie,
And shangy-moifd halucket Meg:

And there will be happer-a
— "d Nancy,
And fairy-fac'd Flowrie by name
Muck Maddie, and fat-hipped Girsya
The lass wV the gowden wame.
And there will be girn-again Gibby,
Wi' his glaikit wife Jeany Bell,
And mizzled-shinn'd Mungo Macapie,

The lad that was skipper himsel.
There lads and lasses in pearlings,
Will feast in the heart o' the ha',
On sybows, and rifarts, and carlings,

That was baith sodden and raw.
And there will be fadges and brochan,
And fouth o' good gabbocks o" skate ;
Powsowdie, and drammock, and crowdie,

And cauler nowt feet in a plate.
And there will be partans and buckies,
And whitens and speldings enew,

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singit sheep-heads and a haggis,

And scadlips to sup till ye spew.
And there will be lapper'd-milk kebbucks^
And sowens, and farls, and baps,

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swats and weel-scraped painches,
And brandy in stoups and in caups ;
And there will be meal-kail and parritch,
Wi' skink to sup till ye rive,
And roasts to roast on a brander,

. O' fletiks that were taken alive.
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And a mill o' gude snishin to prie
When weary wi' eating and drinking , 1
We'll rise up and dance till we die.
Then fy let us a* to the bridal,
For there will be lilting there,
For Jock's to be married to Maggie,
The lass wi' the gowden hair.
LAST TIME I CAME O'ER THE MUIR.
The last time I came o'er the muir, I
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times my lovely maid, In fit re - treats for
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Beneath the cooling shade we lay,
Gazing and chastely sporting

We kiss'd, and promis'd time away,
Till night spread her black curtain
I pitied all beneath the skies,
Ev'n kings, when she was nigh me $
In raptures I beheld her eyes,
Which could but ill deny me,

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Should I be call'd where cannons roar,
Where mortal steel may wound me

Or cast upon some foreign shore,
Where dangers may surround me ;
Yet hopes again to see my love,
To feast on glowing kisses,
Shall make my care at distance move,
In prospect of such blisses.
In all my soul there's not one place
To let a rival enter
Since she excels in evVy grace,
In her my love shall center.
Sooner the seas shall cease to flow,
Their waves the Alps shall cover ;
On Greenland's ice shall roses grow,
Before I cease to love her.
The next time I gang o'er the muir.
She shall a lover find me

And that my faith is firm and pure.
Though I left her behind me.

Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain
My heart to her fair bosom ;
There, while my being does remain,
My love more fresh shall blossom.
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HAD I A CAVE.
Had I a cave on some wild distant short
Where the wind howl to the wavers Hashing roar;

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lost re-pose, Till grief my eyes should close,
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All thy fond plighted vows— fleeting as alrl
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh o'er thy perjury ;
Then in thy bosom try

What peace is there.
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Law-land lass and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to chuse,
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
Fd tak young Donald without trews,

With bonnet blue and belted plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
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In a his airs, wi' art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown,
He's finer far in's tartan plaidy,
O my bonny, &c.
O'er benty hill wi" him I'll run,
And leave my Lawland kin and daddy

Frae winter's cauld, and simmer's sun,
He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
A painted room, and silken bed,

May please a Lawland laird and lady
But I can kiss, and be as glad,
Behind a bush, in's Highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
Few compliments between us pass;

I ca' him my dear Highland laddie^
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidy*
O my bonny, &ci
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Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
Than that his love prove true and steady,

Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
While heav'n preserves my Highland laddie.
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THE HIGHLAND LASSIE.
The Lawland maids gang trig and fine,
But aft they're sour and unco saucy
Sae proud, they never can be kind,

Likemy good-humour'd Highland lassie.
O my bonny Highland lassie,

My hearty, smiling Highland lassie
May never care mak thee less fair,
But bloom of youth still bliss my lassie.
Than ony lass in burrows-town,

Wha mak their cheeks
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I'd tak my Katie but a gown,
Bare-footed, in her little coatie.
O my bonny, &c,
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Beneath the brier or breckan bush,

Whene'er I kiss and court my dawtie,
Happy and blythe as ane wad wish,
My flighterin heart gangs pittie-pattie,
O my bonny, &c.
O'er highest heathery hills Til stend,
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cockit gun and ratches tenty,
To drive the deer out o their den, 1
To feast my lass on dishes dainty.

O my bonny, &c.
There's nane shall dare, by deed or word.
'Gainst her to wag a tongue or finger,
While I can weild my trusty sword,
Or frae my side whisk out a whinger.

O my bonny, &c.
The mountains clad with purple bloom,
And berries ripe, invite my treasure
To range with me ; let great fouk gloom,
While wealth and pride confound their pleasure.
O my bonny, &c.
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And was by a respected
His airs sat round him easy,

Genteel, but unaffected.
The collier's bonny lassie,
Fair as the new-blown lily,
Ay sweet, and never saucy,
Secur'd the heart of Willie..
He lov'd beyond expression,

The charms that were about her,
And panted for possession

His life was dull without her.
After mature resolving,
Close to his breast he held her,
In saftest flames dissolving,
He tenderly thus tell'd her :
My bonny collier's daughter,

Let naething discompose ye
It's no your scanty tocher
Shall ever gar me lose ye
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For I hae gear in plenty,

And love says it's my duty,
To wair what heav'n has lent me,

Upon your wit and beauty.
BONNY LESLEY.
O saw ye bonny Lesley,

As she gade o'er the border ?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,

And love but her for ever
For Nature made her what she i?,
And ne'er madfe'sic anither.
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,

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The de'il he could na scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;

He'd look into thy bonny face,
And say, " I canna wrang thee."
The powers aboon will tent thee ;
Misfortune shanna steer thee

Thou'rt like themsels, sae lovely,
That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie !
That we may brag, we hae a lass,
There's nane again sae bonny.
THE BATTLE OF SHERRA-MUIR.
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Sher-ra - muir, Or did the bat-tie see, man?
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The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades,
To meet them were na slaw, man ;
They rush'd, and push'd, and blude outgushM,

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And mony a book did fa , man.
The great Argyle led on his files,
I wat they glancM for twenty miles ;
They hougird the clans like nine-pin kyles ;
They hackM and hashM, while braid swords clash? d,
And through they dash'd, and hewM, and smashed,

Till fey men died awa, man.
But had ye seen the philibegs,
And skyrin tartan trews, man,
When in the teeth they darM our whigs,

And covenant true-blues, man.
In lines extended lang and large,

When bayonets opposM the tai'ge,
And thousands hasten" d to the charge,
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Highland wrath, they frae the sheath
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I>rew blades o death, till out o breath,
They fled like frighted dows, man.
O, how de'il, Tanr, can that be true ?
The chace gade frae the north, man ;
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I saw, mysel, they did pursue
The horsemen back to Forth, man ;
And at Dumblane, in my ain sight,

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They took the brig w'C a their might,
And straught to Stirling wingM their flight :
But, cursed lot ! the gates were shut,
And mony a hunted, poor red-coat,
For fear amaist did swarf, man.
My sister Kate cam up the gate,

Wi' crowdie unto me, man ;
She swore she saw some rebels run

To Perth and to Dundee, man.
Their left-hand general had nae skill j
The Angus lads had nae gude willj
That day their neibours' blude to spill
For fear by foes that they should lose
Their cogs o' brose, they scar'd at blows,
And hameward fast did flee, man.
They've lost some gallant gentlemen

Araang the Highland clans, man ;
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I fear my Lord Fanmure is slain,
Or in his en'mies hands, man.
Now wad ye sing this double flight,
Some fell for wrang, and some for right,
And mony bade the war Id gude-night.

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Sae pell and mell, wi muskets knell,
How tories fell, and whigs to h-lL
Flew aff in frighted bands, man.
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ROSLIN CASTLE.
'Twas in that sea-son of the year, When
all things gay and sweet ap-pear, That
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rose and sung his ru - - ral lay. Of
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hills and dales with Nan-ny rung; While
Ros - - lin Cas - tie heard the swain, And
e - choed back the cheer-ful strain.
Awake, sweet Muse ! the breathing spring
With rapture warms, awake and sing !
Awake and join the vocal throng,
Who hail the morning with a song *

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To Nanny raise the chearful lay;
O ! bid her haste and come away ;
In sweetest smiles herself adorn,

And add new graces to the morn I
O hark, my love I on ev'ry spray,

Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay
'Tis beauty fires the ravishM throng,
And love inspires the melting song
Then let my raptur'd notes arise,
For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes,.
And love my rising bosom warms.,

.And fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love I thy Colin's lay
With rapture calls, O come away !
Come, while the Muse this wreath shall twine
Around that modest brow of thine.
O ! hither haste, and with thee bring
That beauty blooming like the spring,
Those graces that divinely shine,

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And charm this ravish d breast of mine !

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AULD ROB MORRIS.
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coffers, he has ou - sen and kine, And
ae bon-ny Ias-sie, his dar-ling and mine.
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May-;
She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay

As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the le$.
And dear to my heart as the light to my ee.-

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But oh ! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird,
And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard;
A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed,
The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead.
The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane;

The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane
I wander my lane like a night-troubled ghaist,
And I sigh as my hea-i it wad burst in my breast;
had she but been of a lower degree,
1 then might hae hopM she wad smiPd upon me I

O, how past describing had then been my bliss,
As now my distraction no words can express
THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS.
How blythe was I ilk morn to See My

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wish I were wi' my dear swain, WT
his pipe and my ewes.
I neither wanted ewe nor lamb,

While his flocks near me lay ;
He gatherM in my sheep at night,
And cheerM me sC the day.
O, the broom, &c.

He tun\l his pipe and reed sae sweet,
The birds stood lisfning by ;
Ev'n the dull cattle stood and gaz"d,

CharmM wi his melody.
O, the broom, &c.
While thus we spent our time, by turns,
Betwixt our flocks and play,

I envied not the fairest dame,
Though e'er sae rich and gay.

O, the broom, &c.
Hard fate ! that I should ban ish'd be,
Gang heavily, and mourn,

Because I lovM the kindest swain
That ever yet was born.
O, the broom, &c.
He did oblige me ev"ry hour;
Could I but faitlnV be ?
He staw my heart ; could I refuse
Whate'er he ask'd of me.

O, the broom, &c.
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My doggie, and my little kit,
That held my wee soup whey,

My plaidy, broach, and crooked stick,
Maun now lie useless by.
O, the broom, &c.

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Adieu, ye Cowdenknows, adieu !
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Ye gods, restore me to my swain,

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It's a I crave or care.
O, the broom, &c.

LOGAN WATER.
By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep, Fu'

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Nae mair at Logan kirk will he,

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Atvveen the preachings meet wi me ;
Meet wi' me, or when it's mirk,
Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk.
Weel may I sing, thae days are gane,
Frae kirk or fair I come alane ;
While my dear lad maun face his faeg,
Far, far frae me, or Logan braes..
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LOGAN BRAES.
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O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willie's bride
And years sinsyne hae o'er us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun.
But now thy flowYy banks appear

Like drumly winter, dark and drear,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me, and Logan braes.
Again the merry month o

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Has made our hills and valleys gay ;
The birds rejoice in leafy bowVs

The bees hum round the breathing flowVs
Blythe morning lifts his rosy e'e,
And ev'rring's tears are tears of joy:
My soul, delightless, a surveys,

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While Willie's far frae Logan braes.
Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,

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Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
Or wi' his sang her cares beguile :
But I, wi
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Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,
Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,

While Willy's far frae Logan braes.
O wae upon you, men o' state,
That brethren rouse to deadly hate I
As ye mak mony a fond heart mourn,

Sae may it on your heads return !
How can your flinty hearts enjoy
The widow's tear, the orphan's cry ?

But soon may peace bring happy days..,
And Willie hame to Logan's braes

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pto lay my care, I wish nae mair o' a'
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Whenever I whisper love,

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That I look down on a the town,
That I look down upon a crown:
My Peggy smiles sae kindly,
It maks me blythe and bauld,
And naething gies me sic delight
As wawking o' the fauld.
My Peggy sings sae saftly,
When on my pipe I play

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My Peggy sings sae saftly,
And in her sangs are tauld,
WF innocence, the wale o"' sense,

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THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.

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That day she smil'd, and made me glad,
No maid seemM ever kinder ;
I thought myself the luckiest lad,
So sweetly there to find her.
I try'd to soothe my am'rous flame,

In words that I thought tender
If more there pass'd, I'm not to blame
I meant not to offend her.
Yet now she scornful flies the plain,
The fields we then frequented ;
If e'er we meet, she shews disdain,
She looks as ne'er acquainted.
The bonny bush bloomM fair in May

Its sweets 111 ay remember :
But now her frowns make it decay
It fades as in December.
Ye rural powYs, who hear my strains,
Why thus should Peggy grieve me ?

Oh ! make her partner in my pains ;
Then let her smiles relieve me.

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If not, my love will turn despair ;
My passion no more tender ;
Til leave the bush aboon Traquair

To lonely wilds 111 wander.
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Saw ye my wee thing? saw ye mine
ain thing? Saw ye my true-love, down by yon

* r-f
s
-e—M
lee ? CrossM she the meadow, yestreen at the
gloam-ing? Sought she the bur-nie, where

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fl
flowVs the haw-tree ?
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" Her hair it is lint-white, her skin it is milk-white

" Dark is the blue d her saft-rolling ee!
" Red, red her lip is, and sweeter than roses:
" Whare could my wee thing wander frae me?"
4
I saw na your wee thing, I saw na your ain thing,
' Nor saw I your true-love down by yon lee
' But I met my bonny thing late in the gloamin,

* Down by the burnie, whare flowVs the haw-tree.
c
Her hair it was lint-white, her skin it was milk*
* white ;
1
8
Dark was the blue o her saft-rolling ee
v
Red were her ripe lips, and sweeter than roses;
1
* Sweet were the kisses that she gae to me.
" It was na my wee thing, it was na mine ain thing,

" It whs na my true-love ye met by the tree :
*' Proud is her leal heart, and modest her nature,

ft
She never kTed leman till ance she lo'ed me.
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Her name it is Mary, she's frae Castle Cary
" Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee.
" Fair as your face is, were't fifty times fairer,

t;
Young braggart, she ne'er wad gie kisses to thee-,"
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* It was then your Mary, she's frae Castle Gary

* It was then your true-love I met by the tree.
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Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature,
* Sweet were the kisses that she gie to me.'
Sair gloomM his dark brow, blood-red his cheek

grew,
Wild flashM the fire frae his red-rolling ee :
" Ye'se rue sair this morning, your boasting and

" scorning
H Defend, ye fause traitor, for loudly ye lie !"
i
Awa wi 1 1
beguiling," then cried the youth, smiling:
Aff gade the bonnet, the lint-white locks flee
The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing,

Fair stood the lovM maid wi' the dark-rollinsr ee.
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Is it my wee thing ? is it mine ain thing ?
" Is it my true-love here that I see f"
* O Jamie, forgie me your ! heart's constant to me
* 111 never mair wander, my true-love, frae thee.-
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THE YELLOW HAIITD LADDIE.
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In A - pril when prim - ro - ses
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""H aI
^ paint the sweet plain, And sum-mer ap-
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g.gr±:
proach-ing re-joic-eth the swain.
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^
joi-ceth the swain, The yel-low hair'd
tm gtt-r r*.
1'
&
lad-die would
"af
of -
tm'jf$
To
ten -times go,
wilds and deep glens where the

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There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn,

With freedom, he sung his loves, ev'ning and morn:
He, sung with so soft and inchanting a sound,

That sylvans and Fairies, -unseen, danced around.
The shepherd thus sung : Tho" young Maddie be

1
fair,
Her beauty is daslVd with a scornful proud air
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing;
Her breath like the breezes perfunVd in the spring.
That Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth,

Like the moon, was inconstant, and never spoke
truth :
,
But Susie was faithful, good-humour d, and free,
And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea.
That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great
dowV,
Was awkwardly airy, and frequently sour :
Then sighing, he wish'd, would but parents agree,

The witty, sweet Susie, his mistress might be*
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THE ORIGINAL WORDS.

The yellow-hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae,
Cries, Milk the ewes, lassie, let nane o' them gae
And ay as she milked, and ay as she sang,
The yellow-hair'd laddie shall be my gudeman.

And ay as she milked, &c.
The weather is cauld, and my claithing is thin,
The ewes are new clipped, they winna bught in ;
They winna bught in, although I should die ;
O yellow-hair'd laddie, be kind unto me.
They winna bught in, &c.
Thegudewife cries butt the house, Jenny, come ben,

The cheese is to mak, and the butter's to kirn ;
Though butter and cheese, and a' should e'en sour,
I'll crack and kiss wi' my love ae lang hauf hour :
It's ae lang hauf hour, and we'se e'en mak it three,
For the yellow-hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be.

SWEET ANNY.
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Sweet Anny frae the sea-beach came, Where
'
^ff— trzig T fr'Z^ V '
3gp ^m
Jock - ey speel'd the ves - sel's side ; Ah I
wha can keep their heart at hame, When
A£ :p:
Jock
L_L-
- ey's tost
=a=ttt
a -
sili
boon the tide. Far
aff to dis - tant realms he gangs, Yet
111 prove true, as he has been ; And
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when ilk lass a - bout him thrangs, He'll
think on An - ny, his faith - fu

1
ain.
I met our wealthy laird yestreen
WV gowd in hand he tempted me ;
He prais'd my brow, my rolling een,
And made a brag 0""

what he'd gie.
What though my Jockey's far away,
Tost up and down the dinsome main ;
Til keep my heart anither day,
Since Jockey may return again.
Nae mair, false Jamie, sing nae mair,
And fairly cast your pipe away ;
My Jockey wad be troubled sair,
To see his friend his love betray
For a* your sangs and verse are vain,

While Jockey's notes do faithfu' flow;
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My heart to him shall true remain

Til keep it for my constant jo.
Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jockey's head,

And gar the waves be calm and still
His hameward sail wi' breezes speed,
And dinna a' my pleasure spill.

What though my Jockey's far away
Yet he will braw in siller shine ;
Til keep my heart anither day,
Since Jockey may again be mine.
WF WAEFU' HEART.
Wi" waefu' heart and sorrowing ee,
I saw my Jamie sail awa

O 'twas a fatal day to me,
That day he past the Berwick Law.

How joyless now seem'd a' behind !
I ling'ring stray'd alang the shore
Dark boding fears hung on my mind,

That I might never see him more.
—
— ; ! ;: ;
The night came on wi' heavy rain,
Loud, fierce, and wild the tempest blew ;
In mountains roll'd the awful main
Ah, hapless maid ! thy fears how true
The landsmen heard their drowning cries
The wreck was seen with dawning day|
My love was found, and now he lies
Low in the isle o' gloomy May.
O boatman, kindly waft me o'er I
The cavern'd rock shall be my home

'Twill ease my burden'd heart, to pour
Its sorrows o'er his grassy tomb.
Wi' sweetest flow'rs I'll deck his grave,

And 'tend them through the Iangsome year
I'll water them, ilk morn and eve,
Wi' deepest sorrow's wannest tear.

THE DAYS O LANGS YNE. 1
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g^rpz:L=£:i±|iEiJEiE^
=fc
When war had broke in on the peace o' auld
men, And frae Chel-sea to arms they were
. ,
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sum-mon'd a -gain, Twa vef - rans grown
ggiglillglg
grey, wi
1
their muskets sair foiPd, Wi" a
liigililiîi
sigh, were relating how hard they had toiPd.
The drum it was beat-ing to fight they in-

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-*
cline, But ay they lookM back on the
E*E§ES*
0**
days langsyne.
Hech, Davie, man, weel thou remembers the time,

When twa brisk young callans, andjust in our prime,
The prince led us, conquer'd, and shaw'd us the way,
And mony abraw chieldwe turiVd cauld on that day.
Still again I wad venture this auld trunk o' mine,
Could ourgenVal but lead, or we fight like langsyne.
But garrison duty is sC we can do ;
Tho" our arms are worn weak, yet our hearts are
still true :
We carM na for dangers by land or by sea,
For time is turn'd coward, and no you and me.

And though at our fate we may sadly repine,
1
Youth winna return,, nor the strength o langsyne
When after our conquests, it joys me to mind,
How thy Jean caress'd thee, and my Meg was

kind;
1
They sharM o our danger, though ever sae hard,
Nor car'd we for plunder, when sic our reward.

Ev'n now they're resolv'd baith their hames to re-
sign,
And to share the hard fate they were us'd to lang-

syne.
THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.
O this is no mine ain house> I
ken by the rig - ging o't ; Since wi

1
my
rfttrnrt
love I've chang'd vows, I din - na like the
; —
rs
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111111
big-ging o't. For now that Pra young
Ro-bie's bride,
m^mm And mis -tress of his
P3r=2
>'*J, J. HP ^g v
is--
fire-side, Mine ain house I like to guide, And
1
please me wi the trig-ging o't.
Then fareweel to my father's house
I gang where love invites me ;
The strictest duty this allows,
When love with honour meets me.

When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robie's nearer than my kin,
And to refuse him were a sin,
Sae lang^ he kindly treats me.
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When I am in mine ain house,

True love shall be at hand ay,
To male me still a prudent spouse,
And let my man command ay ;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life,
That makes ane weary of his wife,
And breaks the kindly band ay.
THIS IS NO MINE AIN LASSIE,
O this is no mine ain lassie,
Fair though the lassie be ;
O weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her ee.
I see a form, I see a face,

1
Ye weel may wi the fairest place :
It wants, to me, the witching grace,

The kind love that's in her ee.
O this is no, &c.
-
; ;

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She's bonny, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall

And ay it charms my very saul,
The kind love that's in her ee.
O this is no, &c.
A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,

To steal a blink, by a' unseen ;
1
But gleg as light are lovers een,
When kind love is in the ee. -
O this is no, &c.
It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clarks
But weel the watching lover marks

The kind love that's in the ee.
O this is no, &c.

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WOOT) AND MARRIED AND A\
The bride came out ci* the byre, And
G, as she dight-ed her cheeks ! Sirs,
Tni
-b —t —
be mar-ried the
«*
And hae
1
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to night,
-«t
, >-,->--fc :,. . r -
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nei - ther blan - kets nor sheets ; Hae
8g-r*g — p" ~£ ;
fe— -ft -*—

nei - ther blan - kets nor sheets, Nor
rgiiiiilipiii
a
1
scarce co - ver - let too ; Tire

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TT" I ~~fr
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bride that has a'

a thing to bor-row Has
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e'en right mei - kle a - do. Woo'd and married
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p. —
and a\ Woo"d and mar-ried and
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And
b
—iÊ^fe
a* ,
was na she ve-ry weel aff, That was
Tt r I ft
woo'd and mar-ried and a\
II
©ut then spak the bride's father,
As he cam in frae the pleugh,
O haud your tongue, my doughter,
And ye's get gear neugh j
3
The stirk that stands i' the tether,
And our braw baws'nt yad,
Will carry ye hame your corn ;
What wad ye be at, ye jad ?
Woo'd and married, &c.
Neist out spak the bride's mither,
What de'il needs a' this pride !
I h^d na a plack in my pouch

That night I was a bride :
My gown was linsy-woolsy,
And ne'er a sark ava ;
And ye hae ribbons and buskings,
Far mair than ane or twa.

What's the matter, quo' Willie,

Though we be scant o' claise ?
We'll creep the closer thegither,
And we'll smoor a' the fleas :
Simmer is soon coming on,
And we'll get teats o' woo,

;

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And likewise a lass o' our ain,
And she'll spin claise anew.
Out spak the bride's brither,
As he cam in wi' the kye,
Poor Willie had ne'er a ta'en ye.
Had he kent ye as weel as I
For ye're baith proud and saucy,

And no for a poor man's wife ;
Gin I canna get a better,
Ise ne'er tak ane i' my life.
Out spak the bride's sister,
As she cam in frae the byre,
gin I were but married,
It's a' that I desire.
But we poor fouk maun live single,,
And do the best we can ;
1 dinna care what I should want,
If I could get but a man.
Woo'd and married, &e.

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THE BRAES OF YARROW.
leppJEpggpiEp
Busk ye, busk ye, my bon-ny bride;
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mm
Busk ye, busk ye, my win-some mar-row j
Busk ye, busk ye, my bon - ny bride, And

A-
let us to the braes of Yar-row.
There will we sport and ga-ther dew,
yw — »~ -
"a "P r *
TDancing while lav'rocks sing in the morningt
l —l i Mi i
:

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There learn frae tur - ties to prove true : O
Bell, ne'er vex me with thy scorn-ing.
To vvestlin breezes Flora yields,
And when the beams are kindly warming",
Blytheness appears o'er all the fields,
And Nature looks mair fair and charming.
Learn frae the burns, that trace the mead,

Though on their banks the roses blossom,
Yet hastily they flow to Tweed,
And pour their sweetness in his bosom.
Haste ye, haste ye, my bonny Bell,
Haste to my arms, and there I'll guard thee

With free consent my fears repel,
ril with my love and care reward thee.
Thus sang I saftly to my fair,
Wha rais'd my hopes wil kind relenting

— -
O, queen of smiles ! I ask nae mair,

Since now my bonny BelFs consenting.
THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE, &c.
:*z^!^-i:i:r:-z:=i:--=zd:iqaidzd"5
Bv yon castle vva

1
, at the close o' the
3d-i
day, I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was
.CI C2 £lL., -P» %»

W_pZZtt±±W.ZZpt
grey, And as he was sing-ing, the
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/S -9-
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— .,
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1
tears down came ; There ll ne - ver be
peace till Ja - mie comes hame. The
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ij
church is in ru-ins, the state is in jars, De-
•g
=
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: =
j
:
lusions, oppressions, and murderous wars; We

-»^rs .JTk Mftz
*2^^_I8E ppll_p L_ \Z~\Zif
dare-na weel sayt, but we ken wha's to
~G)
-1
blame, There !! ne - - ver be peace till
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Ja - mie comes hame.
1
Sin Jamie was banish'd, and Wil lie came o'er,
Our sports are grown irksome, and life it is sour

Our nobles are strangers to honour or fame,
Wha bows to another while Jamie's frae hame.

; ;
Tho' many his friends, who to serve him are keen.
Wi 1
heavy taxations they keep us ay mean :
But some time or other we'll finish our scheme,

And bring oursels peace and the king back again.
I had seven sons wha for Jamie drew sword,

But now I greet o'er their green beds in the yird
It brak the sweet heart

1
o" my 1
faithfu auld dame,,
1
Sin" Jamie and peace they are baith o' them gane.
Now grief is a burden that bows me sair down,,
Sin' I lost my children, and he tint his crown

But till my last moments my words are the same,
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
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THE LASS OF PATIE'S MILL.
s~s
foon - - ny, blythe, and gay, In
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spite of all my skill, Hath stole my
heart a - way. When tedding of the
^tE3r|ra:£c=:t~i^3Ei
hay, Bare - - head - - ed on the
'.MZ
rjift SSEpi
s~s
green, Love 'midst her locks did play, And
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wan - tonM in her een.
Her arms white, round, and smooth ;
Breasts in their rising dawn

To Age it would give youth,
To press them with his hand.

; ; ;
Through all my spirits ran
An extacy of bliss,
When I such sweetness fand
Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Without the help of art,
Like flowers which grace the wild,

Her sweets she did impart,
Whene'er she spoke or smilM

Her looks they were so mild,
Free from affected pride,

She me to love beguifd
I wish'd her for my bride.
Oh ! had I all that wealth
Hopetoun's high mountains fill,
Insur'd long life and health,

And pleasure at my will
I promise, and fulfil,
That none but bonny she,
The lass of Patie's mill,
Should share the same with me.
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W » * WV-VV*."* * \t\%\\X*V*
HERE AWA, THERE AWA.
Here a-wa, there a-wa, here a-wa, Willie ;
jiL^"~ 7p"^ "pr*"|j"n"j~

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i s t ~ «r *~ \ w a~1 i
' i'i »
Here a-wa, there a-wa, haud a-wa hame :
**: g giT'T'^r — i"

T~tt'
T
"^'F ~"»"~T
Lang hae I sought thee, dear hae I
bought
bougr thee, Now I hae got-ten
eot-ten my
Wil-lie a -gain.
Through the lang muir I hae follow'd my Willie,
Through the lang muir I hae follow'd him hame ;
Whate'er betide us, nought shall divide us,
Love now rewards sC my sorrow and pain.

: ;
:;

IM %**%*-*
Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie,

Here awa, there awa, hand awa hame :
Come, love, believe me, naething can grieve me

Ilka thing pleases when Willie's at hame.
Gin ye meet my love, kiss her and clap her,

And gin ye meet my love, dinna think shame
Gin ye meet my love, kiss her and clap her,
And shew her the way to haud awa hame.
WANDERING WILLIE.
Here awa, there awa, wandering W T

illie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame ;
Come to my bosom, my ain only deary,
Tell me thou bring'st me, my Willie, the sarnis.
Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee

Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie,
The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.
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Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers
How your dread howling a lover alarms !
Wauken, ye breezes ! row gently, ye billows !
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.
But, ah ! if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide roaring main

May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain.
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TULLOCHGORUM.
Fidlers, your pins in temper fix,
And roset weel your fiddle sticks;
But banish vile Italian tricks
Frae out your quorum :
Nor fortes wj' pianos mix,

Gie's Tulloc/igurum* — Fergusson.
Come gie's a sang, the la-dy cried, And
•lay your dis--putes all a -side; What
zg 5 £— t g-i
non - sense is"t for folks to chide For
'"T
^-4h±-
t?
k
r*"»
p
—u —p—— ~*~
a J
jC-^-J
~^ll~~r~
l-a- c:
what's been done be -fore them. Lei
-whig and tor - ry all a - gree,

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Whig and to - ry, Whig and to - ry,
Whig and to - r y all a - gree To
drop their whig - meg - mo - rum. Let
whig and to - ry all a - - gree To
1
spend the night wi mirth and glee, And
—
'
P 1
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m
i*
cheer - fiT sing a - lang wi' me The
Reel of Tui - locfc-go-runu

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TulIochgorum , s my delight,
It gars us a' in ane unite,

And ony sumph that keeps up spite,
In conscience I abhor him:

Blithe and merry we's be a^
Blithe and merry,.
Blithe and merry,

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Blithe and merry we's be a ,
To make a cheerfif quorum ;
1
Blithe and merry we"s be a ,
As lang as we hae breath to draw*

1
And dance till we be like to fa ,
The Reel of Tullochgorum.
There needs na be sae great a phrase

Wi 1
bringing dull Italian lays
I wadna gie our ain Strathspeys
For hauf a hunder score o'm.
They're dowff and dowie at the best,

Dowff and dowie,
Dowff and dowie,
They're dowff and dowie at the best ?
1
"Wi a' their variorum :
They're dowff and dowie at the best,
Their allegro's, and a' the rest,
They canna please a Highland taste,
ComparM wi' Tullechgorum.
Let wardly minds themselves oppress,

Wi 1
fear o' want, and double cess,
And silly sauls themselves distress,
Wi 1
keeping up decorum.
Shall we sae sour and silky sit,
Sour and silky,
Sour and silky,
Like auld Philosophorum ?
Wi 1
neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit,
And canna rise to shake a fit
To the Reel of Tullochgorum ?
May choicest blessings still attend
Each honest-hearted open friend,
And calm and quiet be his end,
Be a' thafs gude before him !
3
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Peace and plenty,

Peace and plenty,
May peace and plenty be his lot,
And dainties a great store o'm :
May peace and plenty be his- lot,
Unstairfd by any vicious blot !
And may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the discontented fool,
Wiia wants to be oppression's tool,
May envy gnaw his rotten soul,
And blackest fiends devour him !
M y dole and sorrow be his chance.
And honest souls abhor him :
May dole and sorrow be his chance,
Dole and sorrow,

Dole and sorrow,
May do e and sorrow be his chance.
And a" the ills that come frae France.
WhaeYr he be that win-na dance
The Heel of T ullochgorum>

HIGHLAND HARRY.
My Har-ry
mk
was a gal-lant gay, Fu'
ai> ^ ,
N
t-.
-
s
stately strade he on the plain; But now he's ba-
nish'd far away, I'll never see him back again.
O for him back again! O for him back a-gain! I
1
<^t —M— .. a —_ ^.j.
wad gie a Knock -has -pie's land, For
High-land Har-ry back a-gain.

4
h »v^^%v^. *.•*.% ». WW*. <%,%.**%
When a' the lave gae to their bed,
I wander dowie up the glen ;
I sit me down and greet my fill,
And ay I wish him back again.
O for him, &c.
O were some villains hangit high,

And ilka body had their ain ;
Then might I see the joyfir sight,
My Highland Harry back again.

O for him, &c.
WILLIE WAS A WANTON WAG.
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Wil-ly was a wan -ton wag, The
bly-thest lad that e'er I saw, At

— p
_ ^___— JS i ,,.-— .
p — —— =*v
bri-dals still he bore the brag, And
car-ried
iîEfeil
ay the gree a - wa.
His doublet was of Zet-land shag, And

*
vow ! but Wil - lie he

~£
was braw ; And
at his shou-ther hang a tag, That

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pleasM the lass - es best of a\

2d Verse.
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He was a man
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He was a man without a clag,
His heart was frank, without a flaw :
And ay whatever Willy said,
It was still hadden as a law.
H is boots they were made o 1

the jag,
When he gaed to the weapon -shaw ;
Upon the green nane durst him brag,

The fiend a ane among them a\
And was na Willie weel worth gowd,
He wan the love of great and sma'
For after he the bride had kiss'd,
He kiss'd the lasses hale-sale a\
Sae merrly round the ring they row'd.

When by the hand he led them a';
And smack on smack on them bestow'd.
By
1
virtue o a standing law.
And was na Willy a great lown,
As shy re a lick as e'er was seen ?
When he dancM wi' the lasses round,
The bridegroom spier'd whare he had been.
L
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Quoth Willy, IVe been at the ring,
Wi' bobbing, faith, my shanks are sair :
Gae ca' your bride and maidens in,
For Willy he dow do nae mair.
Then rest ye, Willy, I'll gae out,

And for a wee fill up the ring
But shame light on his souple snout,
He wanted Willy's wanton lling.
Then straight he to the bride did fare,
Says, well's me on your bonny face

Wi' bobbing, Willy's shanks are sair,
And I'm come out to fill his place.
Bridegroom, she says, you'll stick the danc£,
And at the ring you'll ay be lag,
Unless, like Willy, ye advance ;
(() ! Willy has a wanton wag :)
For wi't he learns us a' to steer,
And foremost ay bears up the ring;

We wdl find nae sic dancing here,
If we want Willy's wanton fling.

—
SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN.
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The night her si -lent sa - ble wore, And
gloomy were the skies ; Of glitfring stars ap-
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been, I begg'd my fair, my

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love - ly dame, To
I
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rise and
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But she, with accents all divine,
Did my fond suit reprove,
And while she chid my rash design,
She but inflamM my love.
Her beauty oft had pleas'd before,

While her bright eyes did roll
But virtue only had the pow'r

To charm my very soul.
Then who would cruelly deceive,
Or from such beauty part ?
I lov'd her so, I could not leave
The charmer of my heart.
My eager fondness I obey'd,
Resolv'd she should be mine,
Till Hymen to my arms convey "d

My treasure so divine.
— —
Now happy in my Nelly's love,
Transporting is my joy ;
No greater blessing can I prove,
So blest a man am I z
For beauty may a while retain

,
The conquer d fluttering heart,
But virtue only is the chain,
Holds, never to depart.
KIND ROBIN LOES ME.
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Robin is my on - ly jo, For Ro-bin
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has the art to loe ; Sae to his suit I
-f
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mean to bow, Be-cause I ken he loes me.
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first of
love I fand the pow'r, And kend that Robin
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loes me.
They speak of napkins, speak of rings,
Speak of gloves and kissing-strings,
And name a thousand bonny things,
And ca' them signs he lo'es me

But Fd prefer a smack o1 Rob,
Seated on a velvet fog,
To gifts as lang"s a plaiden wob,

Because I ken he loes me.
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He's tall and sonsy, frank and free,
Loe'd by a', and dear to me,

1
Wi' him Fd live, wi him I'd die,
Because my Robin lo'es me.

My titty Mary said to me,
Our courtship but a joke wad be,
And I ere lang be made to see,
That Robin did nae lo'e me.
But little kens she what has been,

Me and my honest Rob between,
And in his wooing, O sae keen
Kind Robin is that lo'es me.
Then fly, ye lazy hours, away,

And hasten on the happy day,
When * join your hands,' Mess John shall say.
And him be mine that lo'es me.
Till then let ev'ry chance unite,
To weigh our love and fix delight,
And I'll look on a' such wi* spite,
Wha doubt that Robin lo'es me.

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O hey, Robin, quo'' she,
O hey, Robin, quo*' she,
O hey, Robin, quo she,

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Kind Robin lo'es me.
SAW YE MY FATHER.
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O saw ye my fa-ther ? or saw ye my
mother ? Or saw ye my true-love John ?
I saw na your father, I saw na your
mother, But I saw your true-love John.
It's now ten at night, and the stars gie nae light,
And the bells they ring, ding-dang ;
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He"^ met wi some delay, that -causeth him to stay,
But he will be here ere lang.
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:
The surly auld carl did naething but snarl,
And Johnny's face it grew red ;
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Yet tho often he sigh'd, he ne"er a word reply'd,
Till all were asleep in bed.
Up Johnny rose, and to the door he goes,

And gently tirled the pin
The lassie taking tent, unto the door she went,
Then opened and let him in.
And are ye come at last ? and do I hold ye fast ?
And is my Johnny true?
I hae nae time to tell, but sae lang's I like mysel,
Sae lang shall I lo"e you.
Flee up, flee up, my bonny grey cock,

And craw when it is day;
Your neck shall be like the bonny beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver grey.
The cock provM fause, and untrue he was,
For he crew an hour o'er soon :
The lassie thought it day when she sent her love away,
And it was but a blink of the moon.
: :
FAIR JENNY.
Where are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danc'd to the lark's early song ?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandVing,

At evening the wild woods among ?
No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowYets so fair :
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad-sighing care.
Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,

And grim surly winter is near ?
No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses

Proclaim it the pride of the year.
Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,

Yet long, long too well have I known
All that has caused this wreck in my bosom.
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.
Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Nor hope dare a comfort bestow
Come then, enamourM and fond of my anguish,

Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe.
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AH! CHLORIS, COULD I NOW BUT SIT.
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Ah.' Chlo-ris, could I now but sit, A3
A un- con-cerrTd as when Your
in - fant beau - ty could beget No
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lit - tie thought that ris - ingfire Would
take my rest a - way.
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Your charms in harmless childhood lay
As metals in a mine ;
Age from no face takes more away,

Than youth conceal'd in thine :
But as your charms insensibly

To their perfection press'd,
So love, as unperceiv'd, did fly,
And center'd in my breast.
My passion with your beauty grew,.
While Cupid, at my heart,
Still as his mother favourM you,

Threw a new flaming dart
Each gloried in their wanton part

To make a lover, he
Employ ""d the utmost of his art
To make a beauty, she.

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For my tocher gude, I win-na mar-ry thee;
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E'enVye-like, quo Jockey, I can let ye be.
I'hae gowd and gear, I hae land aneugh,
I hae sax gude owsen ganging in a pleugh
Ganging in a pleugh, and linkin o'er the lee,
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.

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I bae a gude ha' house, a barn, and a byer;
A peat-stack 'fore the door, will mak a rantin fire;
Well male a rantin fire, and merry sail we be,
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.
Jenny said to Jockey, gin ye winna tell,
Ye shall be the lad, Fll be the lass myser

Ye're a bonny lad, and I'm a lassie free ;
Ye're welcomer to tak me than to let me be.
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VOICE, VIOLIN, AND GERMAN FLUTE.

PRINTED FOR B.CROSBY & CO. STATtONEISS'-COURT, LUDGATE-STREET;

rM , Books iitut Published by B. Crosby and Co.

In three Bool '

pulticn to Crosby's Culi'ttonian Musical - ;

In a neat Pocbe{ Volume, with a Oeau-

CROSBY'S" 1 ft Ihl-I music it HF.ro-

with Crosby's Ii Caledonian AIu-

.'•j. tid. li'j

gjisli Poetry bv E. Tomkins. In heat

i lioii Selection troin the mo Fi ...,;••

The Voice, Violin, and German Flute.

And O for ane and twenty, Tarn, 150

Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit, 2S2

Braw, braw lads, on Yarrow braes, .... 13

Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean,.. 30

How sweet this lone vale, .........100

How blythe hae I been wi

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,,..... 268

I lo'e nae a laddie but ane, 22

In April, when primroses, 242

John Anderson, my jo, John, 146

O lassie, art thou sleeping yet? 32

O were I able to rehearse, 52

Roy^ wife of Aldivalloch, .............152

Robin is my only jo, 276

Sweetest May, let love inspire thee, 27

Scenes of woe, and scenes of pleasure, 177

The smiling morn, the breathing spring, 14

the rose's hue, ..122

'Twas ev'n', the dewy fields were green, ..138

Though women's minds, like winter winds,... 171

There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,.... 104

The Lawland maids gang trig and fine, ..213

The collier has a daughter, 215

Upon a simmer afternoon, M 101

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, 76

BRAW LADS ON YARROW BRAES.

Braw, braw lads, on Yar-row braes, Ye

Yar • row braes, nor Et - trick shaws, Can

match the lads on Gal -la water.

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But there is ane, a secret ane,

Aboon them a' I loe him better

And Til be his, and he'll be mine,

Although his daddy was nae laird,

And though I hae nae muckle tocher,

"VWI1 tent our flocks by Galla water,

It ne'er was gold, it ne'er was wealth,

The bands and bliss o' mutual love,

O ! that's the choicest warld"s treasure.

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THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.

The smiling morn, the breathing spring,In-

vite the tune-ful birds to sing. And

while they war-ble from each spray, Love

melts the u - - ni - ver - sal lay.

Let us, A - man - da, time-ly wise, Like

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