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TO  THE    TRUE  LOVERS   OF  CALEDONIAN 

Music  and  Song. 

r"  has  long  been  a  juft  and  general  Complaint,  that  among  alt  the  Mufic  J. 
Books  of  SCOTS  SONGS  that  have  been  hitherto  offend  to  the  Public, 
not  onr,  nor  eve  n  all  of  them  put  together,  can  be  faid  to  have  merited  the  name 
of  what  may  be  culled  A  COMPLETE  COLLECTION;  havingbeenpublifhed  on_ 
I)   in  il  (ached  pieces  and  parcels;  amounting  however  upon  the  whole,,  to  more'  than 
twin     th<    price   of  tins  Publication;  attended  moreover  with  this  further  difadvan- 
tage,that  they  ha\ «    1>m  11  printed  in  fuch  large  unportable  Si^es,that  they  could 
by  no  means  aniwi  r  the-  purpofe  of  being  perckct-companions;  which' is  no  fmall 
i!i<  umbrance.efpf  dally  to  the   admirers  of  focial  Mufic. 

Ter  k  medy  th<  fe,  and  all  other  complaints  and  inconveniencies  of  the    kind, 
this  woik,  mm  before  the  public  eye,  has  been  undertaken,  and  carried    on, 
Inder  the  Patronage,  direction,  and  Review  of  a  number  of  Gentlemen  of  un 
difputc-d  tafte,  who  have  been  pleafed  to  encourage,  enrich,  and  adorn  the 
whole  literary  part  of  the    Performance  -.The  Publifher  begs  leave  only  to  fay, 
that  he  has  ftrenuouflv  endeavoured,  and   will  per  fe  vera   to  exert  his  utmolt 
Ikill  and  affiduity  in  executing  the  mechanical  part  of  the    work.  And  he  flat 
tors  himfelf,that  his  laudable  unremitted  emulation  to  gain  the  public  effecm, 
a i II  nict-1   with  the  favourable  regard  of  his  obliging  friends  and  generous 
Subf<  libers   -The    Sibfcription  will  be  kept  open,  at  lea-ft,  to  the  publica- 
tion of  the  Second  Volume:  which  was  ail  originally  intended;  and  which  will 
be  publifhed  as   foon  as  the  work  can  be  executed,  which  is  already  in  gres»t 
foi  war  dm fs  —  Each  Volume  contains   ONE    HUNDRED  Songs,  with    the 
original  Mufic,  t-mbellifhed   with  Thorough  Bafses    by  one  of  the    ableft 
Mafters  -And  b  e  fides  the  fe  hundred  Songs,  under  the  Mufic  and  Song  infer 
ted   in  the    lefpective  titles  at  the  top    of  the  page,  the  performer  will  frequeii 
IN  find  tv\o  or  three  additional  Sets  of  appofite   words  to  the  fame  tune;ada 
pud  to  the  VOICE, HARPSICHORD,  and  PIANO -FORTE,  tec. 
It  was  intended,  and   mentioned   in  the  Propofals,  to  have  adopted  a  Confider- 
able  Variety  of  the  moft  Mufical  and   Sentimental  of  the  Englifh  and     Irifh 
Songs;   But  this  Scheme,  not  happening  to  meet  with  general  approbation, 
after  feveral  plates  had  been  engraved  for  the  purpofe,  it  was  determined,  in 
compliance  with  what  feemed  to  be  the  almoft  univerfal  inclination  of  the  Sub 
fe ribers,  to  poftppneit  for  the  prefent,  with  a  full  intention  to   refume  it.  after- 
wards,, if  it  fhall  yet  appear  to  be  defired  and  encouraged,  in  a  third,  or   a 
tourth  Volume. 

In  the  meantime,  it  is  humbly  requefted,  if  any  Lady  or  Gentleman    have 
any  meritorious    Song  with  the  Mufic  (never  hitherto  Publifhed)  of  the  true 
Ancient  Caledonian  ftrain,  that  they  would  be  pleafed  to  tranfmit  the  fame  to 
the  Publifher,  that  it  may  be  fubmitted  to  the  proper  Judges,  and   fo  be  pre- 
f  rve  d  in  this  Hepofitory  of  our  National  Mufic  and  Song,  by  their    moft  * 

Obliged  and   Humble  Servant, 
UUMm  %"0<,-    22.      ,787.  ,JAMES    JOHN80K. 


IV 

Index  of  Authors' names  in  Vol.  first, 

■'■»  fo  far  as  can  be  afcertained. 

\N  thou  wett  my  ain  thing   _.  _       _      _____  Page   _    2 

.  Ah  fure  a   pair  was  never  feen    _       _        _____        _     23 

AulJ  lang  fyne    _      _     _        _        _       Ramfay  ■_  _        _.       _      _    26 

Mian    water  M'.  Crawford,  a  gentleman  of  the  family  of"* 

Auchnames    _      _      _      _      __        _       _      i  ~   ~    ~ 

As  down  on   Banna's  banks   I    ftray'd  _  MT.   Poe    _     Irifh   Air  _     _    _  47 

B 

Bcfs  the  gawkie    _______        ______4 

Banks    of  the  Tweed  _____        ______6 

Beds  of  fweet  rofes        _        __________     7 

Bony  Scotman    _  _     '  _      Ramfay    _        _        _       _       _     _  13 

Bl)  the  Jocky  ______         _______  25 

Blvthe  Jockey  young  and  gay      _         _         _         _____   3() 

Bon}    Befsy    _       _        _       _       _      _     Ramfa}     _  _         _  31 

Blathrie  o't      ____________         34 

Blink  o'er  the  burn,  fweet  Betty   _     Mitchel     _         _        _        _        ... '  52 

Bony  Jean    _______  Ramfay  ______     55 

Blythfome  bridal     _         ___'_•_  _  _         _         .      .  58 

Bony  Chrifty    _        _     _  _  Ramfay   _         _  _        _        _      61 

Bulk  }  e  bulk  ye  _      _       _       Ramfay       _         _  .    ,  ^L         65 

Bony  brucket    lafsie   _____         ___        _         _._.         69 

Broom   of  Cowdt'nknowB      _____         _         ___     70 

Birks  of   Invermay  _  The   2  firft  ftan/as  by  Mallet,  the    2  laft ) 
by  Df  Brycc  of  Kirknewton     _        _  \ 

-Banks  of   Forth    _____________         76 

Bony    grey-ey'd   morn  _       Ramfay    _  -  80 

Bufh  aboon  Traquair ..      _  MT  Crawford     _  _  _    81 

Braes  of  Balleuden  _   Blackfock,  the  Mufic  by  Ofwald    _       ._,  93 

Bide  ye  yet    _       _        _        _        _         _        ______   98 

Bonv    Dundee    _        _  _  -  — .  -        IOO 

c 

Come  let's    hae   mair   wine   in  _     _   Ramfay    _        _  _       _      _   12 

Collier's  bony  lafsie    _      _       _     _   Ramfay       __,_._.       -     48 
Corn   riggg  _  _       _        _      _    Ramfay  _        _         _         -         _       94 

Dear  Roger  if  your  Jenny  ge.  k-  _     Ramfay   _       _        _       ....       _    17 
Down  the  burn  Davie     _       _        _       MT  Crawford    _        _        __  75 

E 

Etrick  banks    __        _        _        __         _        __        _        __82 

F 

From  Roflin  Caftl.'s  echoing  walls  ___         _         ___9 

Flowers  of  Edinburgh    ______»__         -         14 

Fy  gar  rub  her  o'er  wi'  ftrae  _     _  Ramfay,  _         _        _       _       _        17 

Faireft  of  the  fair   _       _      _       _     DF  Piercy    _        _        _       _      _  33 

Flowers  of  the  foreft  _____  Mils   Home      _        -  64 

G 

Gilderoy  _      _        _        _.       -       _       SirvAlexT  Halket    ..       _       _      _  67 
Hrr-cn  grow  the  rafhes     -        _        _  M.   Burns    _'/  _        -        -  78 


Index. 

Go   to   the    ewt   blights  Marion  -    ._     -  _       -       _       -    Page   -    ^_L».  ] 

Highland  Queen  _    Poetry  and  mufic  both  by  a  M.r  M?  Vicar,"\       ' 

once  of  the  Solbay     man  of   war  _    _      -  - -f       *  ~ 
Highland   King    _____        ______  _ib« 

Happy  Marriage     _       _       _        _       _        _       _       _       _      _     '_        _      20 

Highland   laddie  _     _____  Ramfay.      _____    22 

He  ftole  my  tender  heart  away  _      _       _       _  _    _  Englifh  Air  _  29 

Had   I  a  heart  for  falfhood  frarrTd    _     Sheridan  _      _      _      _     _     _   47 

Here  awa  there  awa   _       _       _        _       _        _       _        _        _       _       _.    _  58 

Her  abfence  will  not  alter  me  _________    72 

r 

Jamie  Gay   --____        .._'___        ___15 

Johny S   gray  breekfi   .        _.        _________        28       , 

Jennys  hcaJt    was   frank   and   free     _        __       _       _        _  .  '  _       -    ib. 

I  wifh  inv   !o\«.    woe   in  a   mire   _  Tranflated  from  Sappho  "\ 

by  Philips  _     _     _     _  h  -     -     -   41 

Jcmiv   Nettles     .       _..___        __•_.'_        .        _       53 

J«Jcky    faid   to  jenny  __        _________        .62 

Join,  Hay's  bony  lafsie-     ...      _       _      Ramfay  _        _       _  6^ 

I'M  never  leave  thee  -      _      _      _      _   MT  Crawford  _      _   92 

Johny  and    Mary  _____________   lO!      , 

K 

Kate  of   Aberdeen    _  _     _     _  Cunningham    _  36 

I, 

Loid  Gregtjfry  _  .   _  _  _  _  _      5 

Lafs  of  Livingston    _      _  .     _       _      _    Ramfay    _       _        _       _        -  -    18 

I  aft  time  I  came  o'er  the  moor  _     _     Ramfay   _____  .19 

Lafs  of  Pane's   mill  _____     Ramfay    _        _  _.    21 

Lawland   maids    „  _    _     _  Ramfay  ♦  _        _  _  23 

Le and*  r  or.   the  bay    _       _       _  .  _       -       _       -       -       _       _      ___27 

Lucky  Nancy  _     1      _      _____      __      _      _      _      _    34 

Logan    wat«.r  _      _  _      _       ..     Thomson  _  42 

Loch  Eroch   fide  ________        _        ___   78 

Lewis  Gordon    _____________      87 

Low  down  in  the  broom    ___       _       _        _       _       _       _       _         91 

Lochabcr  ________      Ramfav    ..       _       _      _       _      96 

M       - 

My  dear  Jockie    ___       _       __       _       _       _  •    _       ___16 

Mary's  Dream    _    MT  AlexT  Lowe,  a  young  Galloway  gentleman.  38 

My  ain  kind  dearie  O     _       _____       _____       _     50 

Mary  Scot   _____       _       _     Ramfay    _       _____  74 

My  Dearie  if  thou  die    _      _      _      _     MT  Crawford     _     ^_  83. 

My  Nanny  O  _      _      __      ___  Ramfay  _       _       _     _     _    _  89 

My  apron  dearie      _____     Sir  Gilbt  Elliot  _     _     -     -  94 

Muckin  o'  Geordie's   byTe  ___________     97 

n  ; 

Nanfy's  to  the  greenwood  gane  ___      _      _       _     _      _  _►_      _50 

o 

O  lovely  maid  how  dear's  thy  power  ________     42 


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Oct  tbe    moor  to   M-«ggy  _  _    Ramlay  ._  _     ..  Frige   .  56 

0\  (   flu    Juiib    and    far  away  -      _        -_-.___        _        _      62 

O fear's  (Jhofi  Mifs  Ann   Kicth,  The  mufic  by  M^s  Touch    _      _    71 

O  i  a  w   }  e    my    f  ather  __        _        _        ________77 

Oh  ono    chrio   _    Compofed   on    the  mafsacre  of  Glencoe  _      _      _   90 

P 

I\cy.     I    muft   lovi   thee  _  Ramfay    _       _       _  _     3 

Pinky  boufc     __..-_.-__-.-..--    57 

H 

Roftin  Caftle  _   Ur.  n>eh<*  He  wit,  tbe  mufic  by  Ofwald  _     .      _      _    9 

S 
*aw  yv  Johny   comin  quo  f};e  -    .    -       -       -      -       -       -       -      IG^ 

Saw  )  e  na  my  Peggy    _        ..   "     _  -        .        _        -       -       -      -  12 

Sac  merry  as   we  twa  hae  been  _        __        _       _       _      ...     60 

She  rofe  and   loot   me   in     _  _.._..        „•       ._  84 

Sweet  Annie  frac  the  fea  beach  came  _     _  ._       .        .       _   85 

T 

Turnimfpike  man    __        ~.~         ____        ___     24 

To  fly  like  bird  from  grove  to  grove      _         _  _  _25 

Twine  wee  I  the  plaiden  -       __       _       _       ___       L  »    _  32 

Tweed    Side  '_        _        _  MT  Crawford  _       _        -       _        .37 

The  maid  that  tends  the  goals  -      ..  MT  Dudgeon     _  _40 

There's   nae  luck  about  the  houfe  _________     44 

Tarry   woo    _  -  __.___-._-        _        45 

The   maid  in  bedlam   _    -George  Syron,  a   Negro   in  bedlam  \6 

There's  mv  thumb  I'll  ne'er  beguile  you  _      _       _  '    _       _      _    66 

w 

Woo'd  and   married  and  a'  ..  _       _  _    IO 

Water  parted  from  the   fea  .-  _  ...  Englifh   Ait       39 

Within  a  mile  of  Edinr.  town     _      _       _       _      _      - 49 

When  abfent  from  the  nymph  1  love  ___..___,.      54 
When  fummer  comes  the  fwains  on   Tweed     .    MT  Crawford    .  7\ 

Wauking  of  the  fauld  _     _      _     _   Ram  fay    _       ...        .        _  .  8R 

Y 

Young  Peggy  blooms  our  bonnieft  lafs   _  _         _  ,79 


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The  Highland  Queen. 


In  her, fweet  innocence  youll  find, 
With  freedom,  truth,  and  beauty  join'd; 
From  pride  and  affectation  free, 
Alike  fhe  fmiles  on  you  and  me: 
The  brighteft  nymph  that  trips  the  green, 
I  do  pronounce  my  Highland  Queen. 

.     No  fordid  wifh,  or  trifling  joy, 
Her  fettled  calm  of  mind  deftroy; 
Strict  honour  fills  her  fpotlefs  foul, 
And  adds  a  luftre  to  the  whole: 
A  matchlfis  fhape,  a  graceful  mien, 
All  center  in  my  Highland  Queen. 

How  bleft  that  youth,  whom  genthe  fate, 
Has  deftincJ  for  fo  fair  a  mate  I 
Has  all  thefe  wondring  gifts  in  ftore, 
And  each  returning  day  brings  more. 
No  youth  fo  happy  can  be  feen, 
PoiTeffing  thee,  my  Highland  Queen. 


The  Highland  King. 

YE  Mufes  nine,  O  lend  your  aid, 
Infpire  a  tender  bafhfull  maid! 
That's  lately  yielded  up  h^r  heart. 
A  conqueft  to  Love's  pow'rful  dart: 
And  now  would  fain  attempt  to  fing. 
The  praifes  of  my  Highland  Kirg. 

Jamie,  the  pride  of  all  the  green. 
Is  juft  my -age,  e'en  gay  fifteen: 
When  firlt  I  faw  him,  *twas  the  day 
That  ufhers  in  the  fprightly  May; 
When  firft  I  felt  Love's  pow'rfull  ffing, 
And  fighld  for  my  dear  Highland  King. 

With  him  for  beauty,  fhape,  and  air, 
No  other  fhrpherd  can  compare; 
Good  nature,  honefty>  and  truth, 
Adorn  the  dear,  the  matchlefs  youth; 
And  graces,  more  than  I  can  fing, 
Bedeck  my  charming  Highland  Ki™^ 

Would  once  the  deareft  boy  but  fay, 
TTis  you  I  love;  Come,Come  away, 
Un+othe  kirk,  my  Love,  let's  hy; 
Oh  mei   in  rapture,  Icl  comply  I 
And  I  fhould  then  have  rai:fp  to  fing 
The  praifes  of  my  Highland  King. 


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Since  nothing  earthly  equals  thee; 
For  heaven's  fake,then  pity  me, 
Who  only  lives  to  love  thee . 
An      thou  were    &c . 


To  merit  I  no  claim  can  make, 
But  that  I  love,  and  for  your  fake 
What  man  can     do     I'll  undertake; 
So  dearly  do  I  love  thee. 
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To  ruin  none  whom  they  can  fave; 

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My  paffion,  conftant  as  the  fun, 
Flames  ftronger  ftill,  will  ne'er  have  done, 
Till  fate  my  thread  of  life  have  fpun, 
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I  fcorn'd  was  and  deferted; 
Low  with  deJpair,  my  fpirit*  movd, 

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Tfcu8  droop*d  I,  till  diviner  grace 
I  found  in  Peggy- s  mind  and  face; 
Ingratitude  appear'd  then  baft, 

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Then  now,  fince  happily  I've  hit, 
I'll  have  no  more  delaying; 

Let  beauty  yield  to  manly  wit, 
We  lofe  ourfeJves  in' fiatying; 


I'll  hafte  dull  courtfhip  to  a  clofe, 

Since  marriage  can  my  fears  Oppofe: 

Why  fhoud  we  happy  minutes  lofe. 

Since, Peggy, I  muft  love  thee. 

Men  may  be  fbolifh  if  they  pleafe, 
And  deem't  a  lovers  duty 

To  figh,  and  facrifice  their  eafe, 
Doating  on  a  proud  beauty: 

Such  was  my  cafe  for  many  a  year, 

Still  hope  fucceedingto  my  f?ar; 

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For  hark,  and  I  will  tell  you,lafs, 
T)id  I  not  fee  your  Jamie  pafs, 
Wi'  meikle  gjadnefs  in  his  face, 

Out  o'er  the  muir  to  Maggy. 
1  wat  he  ga'e  her  mony  a  kifs, 
And  Maggy  took  them  ne'er  amifs:  „ 
Tween  ilka,  finack- -  -  pleas'd  her  with  this, 

That  Befs   was  but  a  gawkie. 

For  when     a    .  civil  kifs  I  feek, 

Shf  turns  her  head,  and  thraws  her  cheek 

And  for  an  hour  fhe'll  fcarcely  fpeak; 

Who'd  not  call  her  a  gawkie?       ■  • 
But  fure   my  Maggy  has  mair  fenie, 
She'll  gie  a  fcore  without  offence; 
Now  gi'e  me  ane  unto  the  "menfis ,    . 

And  ye  fhall  be  my  dawtie. 

O  Jamie,  ye^'e  mony  tane, 
But  I  will  never  ftand  for  ane, 
Or  twa,  when  we  do  meet  again; 

Sae  .ne'er  think  me  a  gawkie. 
Ah  na,  lafs,  that  .ne'er  can  be. 
Sic  thoughts  as  thefe  are  fan-  frae  me, 
Or  ony  thy  fweet  face  that  fee, 

E'er  to  think  thee  a  gawkie . 


But,  whifht^ nae  mair  of  this  we'll  fpeald 

For  yonder  Jamie  does  us  meet; 
Initead  of  Meg  he  kifs'd  fae  fweet,  . 

I  trow  he  likes  the  gawkie. 

0  dear  Befs,  I  hardly,  knew, 
When  I  came  by, your  gowns  fae  new, 

1  think  you've  got  it  wet  wi**  dew. 
Quoth  fhe,  That's  like  a  gawkie. 

It's  wat  wi'  dew,  and  'twill  get  rain, 
,  And  111  get  gowns  when  it  is  gane, 
Sae  you  may  gang  the  gate  you  came, 

And  tell  it  to  your  dawtie. 
The  guilt  appear  cl  in  Jamie's  cheek; 
He  crycl,  O  cruel  maid,  but  fweet, 
If  I  fhould  gang  a  nither  gate, 

I  ne'er  could  meet  my  dawtie] 

The  laffes  faft  frae  him  they  flew, 
And  left  poor  Jamie  fair  to  rue* 
That  ever  Maggy's  face  he  knew, 

Or  yet  ca'd  Befs  a  Gawkie. 
As  thev  went  o'er  the  muir  they  fang; 
The  hills  and  dales  with  echoes  rang, 
The  hills  and  dales  with  echoes  ran*, 

Gang  o'er  the  muir  to  Mrrggy. 


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You  will  not  be  the  death  of  or.e, 

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Oh  dont  you  mind,  Lord  Gregory? 

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My  daddy  and  my  mamiry   1  oft  have  heard  them  fay, 
That  I  was  a  naughty  boy,  and  did  often  fport  and  play; 
But  I  never  liked  in  all  my  life  a  maiden  that  was  fhy 
Down  among  the  beds  of  fweet  rofes .    — 


Roflin    Caftle. 


Awake,  fweet  mufel  the  breathing  fpring 
With  rapture  warms;  awake  and  Gng! 
Awake  and  Join  the  vocal  throng, 
Who  hail  the  morning  with  a  fong; 
To  Nanny  raife  the  chearful  lay, 
01  bid  her  hafte  and  come  away; 
In  fweeteft  fmiles  herfelf  adorn, 
And  add  new  graces  to  the  morn! 

0  hark,  my  love!  on  ev  ry  fpray, 
Each  featherd  warbler  tunes  his  lay; 

Tis  beauty  fires  the  ravifh'd  throng; 
And  love  infpires  the  melting  fong: 
Then  let  my  raptur'd  notes  arife; 
For  beauty  darts  from  Nanny's  eyes; 
And  love  my  riling  bofbm  warms, 
And  fills  my  foul  with  fweet  alarms. 

01  come,  my  love!  thy  Colin's  lay 
With  rapture  calls,  O  come  awayi 

Come,  while  the  mufe  this  wreath  fhall  twine 

Around  that  modeft  brow  of  thine; 

Oi  hither  hafte,  and  with  thee  bring 

That  beauty  blooming  like  the  fpring, 

Thofe  graces  that  divinely  fhine, 

^nd  charm  this  ravifh'd  breaft  of  mine! 


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FROM  Roflin  Caftle's  echoing  walls 
Refound    my  fhepherd's  ardent  calls; 
My  Colin  bids  me  come  away, 
And  love  demands  I  fhould  obey. 
His  melting  ftrain,  and  tuneful  lay, 
So  much  the  charms  of  love  dilplay, 
I  yield  — nor  longer  can  refrain 
To  own  my  love,  and  blefs  my  fwain. 

No  longer  can  my  heart  conceal 
The  painful-pleafing  flame  I  feel; 
My  foul  retorts  the  am'rous  ftrain; 
And  echoes  back  in  low  again. 
Where  lurks  my  fongfter?  from  what  grove 
Does  Colin-gpur  his  notes  of  love? 
O  bring  me  to  the  happy  bow'r,  ^sL 
Where  mutual  love  may  blifs  fecurei 

Ye  vocal  hills,  that,  catch  the  fong, 
Repeating  as  it  flies  along, 
To  Coliris  ears  my  ftrain  convey, 
And  fay,  I  hafte  to  come  away. 
%  zephyrs  foft,  that  fan  the  gale, 
Waft  to  my  love  the  foothing  tale; 
In  whifpers  all    my  foul  exprefs, 
And  tell,  I  hafte  his  anus  to  blefs. 


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Fee  him,  father,  fee  him,  quo'  fhe; 

Fee  him ,  father,  fee  him : 
For  he  is  a*  gallant  lad, 

And  a  weel  doin; 
And  a'  the  wark  about  the  houfe 

Gaes  wi'me  when  T  fee  him,  quo' fhe; 

Wi'  me  when  I  fee  him . 


I  ha'e  twa  farks  into  my  kift, 
And  ane  o'  them  I'll  gi  e  him, 

And  for  a  mark  of  mair  fee 
Dinna  ftand  wi'  him,  quo'  fhe; 
Dinna  ftand  wi'him. 


For  well  do  I  lo'e  him,  quo'  fhe; 

Well  do  I  lo'e  him: 
O  fee  him,  father,  fee  him,  quo' fhe; 

Fee  him,  father,  fee  him; 
He'll  had  the  pleugh^thrafh  in  the  barn, 

And  lie  wi' me  at  e'en,  quo'  fhe; 

Lie  wi'  me  at  e'en . 

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Woo'd  and  Married  and  a'. 


What  will  1  do  wi'  him,  huffy.'' 
What  will  I  do  wi'  him? 

He's  ne'er  a  fark  upon  his  back, 
And  I  hae  nane  to  gi'e  him. 


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As  he  came  in  frae  the  plough, 

0  had  ye' re  tongue,  my  doughter, 
And  ye's  g*t  gear  enough; 

The  ftirk  that  ftands  i'  tK  tether, 
And  our  bra'  bafm'dyade 

Will  carry  ye  hame  your  corn; 
What  wad  j^  be  at,  ye  jade? 
Woo'd  and  married,  k.c. 

Out  fpake  the  bride's  mither, 
What  d_l  needs  a'  this  pride  I 

1  had  nae  a  plack  in  my  pouch 
That  night  I  was  a  bride; 

My  gown  was  linfy-woolfy, 

And  ne'er  a  fark  ava; 
And  ye  hae  ribbons  and  bufkins, 

Mae  than  ane  or  twa.  ^ 

Woo'd  and  married,  &c. 

What's  the  matter?  quo' Willie, 
Tho'  we  be  fcant  o'  claiths, 

W-'U  creep  the  nearer  the  gither, 
And  we'll  fmorf.  a"  the  fleas: 


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•Simmer  is  coming  on, 

And  we'll  get  teats  of  woo; 
And  we'll  get  a  lafs  o'  Our  ain, 
And  fhe'll  fpin  claiths  anew. 
Woo'd  and  married,  &c. 

Out  fpake  the  bride's  brither, 

As  he  came  in  wi'  the  kie, 
Poor  Willie  had  ne'er  a  tane  ye, 

Had  he  kent  ye  as  well  as  I; 
For  you  re  baith  proud  and  faucy, 

And  nae  for  a  poor  man's  wife; 
Gin  I  canna  get  a  better, 

Ife  never  tak  ane  i'  my  life. 
Woo'd  and  married,  &c. 

Out  fpake  the  bride's  fifter. 
As  fhe  cam^  in  frae  the  byre, 

0  gin  I  were  but  married! 
It's  a\_jhat  1  defire: 

Bnt  we  poor  fo*'c  maun  live  fingle, 
And  do  the  beft  we  can; 

1  dinna  care  what  T  fhou'd  want, 
If  I  cou'd  get  but  a  man. 

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Who  would  leave  a  lover, 
Tor  become  a  -rover? 
No,  I'll  ne'er  give  over, 
Till  I  happy  be! 
For  fince  love  infpires  me, 
.  As  her  beauty  fires  me, 
And  her  abfence  tires  me, 
Nought  can  pleafe  but  fhe. 
When  I  hope  to  gain  her. 
Fate  feems  to  detain  her; 
Cou'd  I  but  obtain  her, 
Happy  would  I  be! 
I'll  ly  down  before  her, 
Blefs,  Cgh,  and  adore  her, 
With  faint  looks  implore  her, 
'Till  die  pity  me  I  T 


COME  let's  ha'e  mair  wine  in, 
Bacchus  hates  repining, 
Venus  lows  nae  dwining, 

Let's  be  blyth  and  free. 
Away  with  dull— Here  t'ye,  Sir; 
Ye'er  miftrefs,  Robie,  gie's  her, 
We'll  drink  her  health  wi'  pleafure, 
•   Wha's  belov'd  by  thee? 

Then  let  Peggy  warm  ye, 
That's  a  lafs  can  charm  ye, 
And  to  joys  alarm  ye, 

Sweet  is  fhe  to  me. 
Some  angel  ye  wad  ca'  her, 
And  never  wifh.  ane  braver, 
If  ye  bare-headed  faw  her 

Kiited,to  the  knee. 

Peggy  a  dainty  lafs  is, 
Come  lets  join  our  glalfes, 
And  refrefh  our  haufes 

With  a  health  to  thee. 
Let  coofs  their  cafli  be  clinking, 
Be  ftatemen  tint  in  thinking, 
While  we  with  love  and  drinking, 

Gi\f   our  cares  th*  lie. 


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But  I  loor  chufe  in  Highland  glens 
To  herd  the  kid"  and  goaf,  man, 
E'er  I  cou'd  for  fie  little  ends 
Refufe  mv  bonny  Scot-man . 
Wae   worth  the  man 
Wha  firft  began 
The  bafe  ungenerous  fafhion, 
Frae  greedy  views, 
Love's  art  to  ufe, 
While  firangers  to  its  pafsioni 


Frae  foreign  fields,  my  lovely  youth, 

Hafte  to  thy  longing  laflie, 
Who  pants  to  prefs  thy  bi>umy  mouth, 
And  in  her  bofom  haufe  thee. 
Love  gi'es  the  word, 
Then  hafte  on  board, 
Fair  winds  and  tenty  Boat-man-, 
Waft  o'er,  waft  o'er, 
Frae  yonder  fhore, 
My  blyth,  my  bonny  Scot-man! 


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Delpair  and  anguiQi  fill    my  breaft, 
,    Since  I  have  loft  my  blooming  rofe; 
I  figh  and  moan  while  others  reft, 

His  abfence  yields  me  no  repofe. 
To  feek  my, love  I'll  range  and  rove, 

Thro'  ev'ry  grove  and  diftant  plain; 
Thus  Fll  ne'er  ceafe,  but  fpend  my  days, 

T'hear  tidings  from  my  darling  fwain, 


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Kind  Neptune,  let  me  thee  intreat, 

To  fend  a  fair  and  pleafant  gale; 
Ye  dolphins  fweet,  upon  me  wait, 

And  convey  me  on  your  tail. 
Heavens  blefs  my  voyage  with  fuccefs, 

While  croffing  of  the  raging  mam, 
And  fend  me  fafc  o'er  to  that  diftant  fhore 

To  meet  my  lovely  darling  fwain. 


There's  nothing  ftrange  in  Nature's  change,  All  joy  and  mirth  at  our  return 

Since  parents  fhew  fuch  cruelty;  Shall  then  abound  from  Tweed  to  Tay; 

They  caus'd  my. love  from  me  to  range,        The  bells  fhall  ring,  and  fweet  birds  fing, 

And  know    not  to  what  deftiny. '  To  grace  and  crown  our  nuptial  day. 

The  pretty  kids  and  tender  lambs  Thus  blefs'd  with  charms  in  my  love's  arms 

May  ceaf*  to  fport  upon  the  plain;  My  heart  once  more  I  will  regain: 

But  Til  mourn  and  lament,  in  deep  difcontent,Then  I'll  range  no  more  to  a  diftant  fhore, 

For  the  abfence  of  my  darling  fwain.  But  in  love  will  enjoy  my  darling  fwain. 


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Thou  haft'ly   wand  reft  here. 
My  ewes,  fhe  cryd,  are  ftr&ying  wide; 

Can'ft  tell  me,  Laddie,  where? 
To  town  I  hy,  he  made  reply, 

Some  meikle  {port  to  fee; 
But  thou'rt  fo  fweet,  fo  trim  and  neat, 

Til  feek  the  ewes  with  thee. 

She  gave  her  hand,  nor  made  a  ftand, 
But  lik_  the  youth's  intent; 

O'er  hill  and  dale,  o'er  plain  and  valt. 
Right  merrily  they  went. 


The  birds  fang  fweet,  the  pair  to  greet, 
And  flowrs  bloom'd  all  around:    • 

And  as  they  walk'd,  of  love  they  talkcl, 
And  joys   which  lovers  crownd . 

And  fiow  the  fun  had  rofe  to  noon, 

In     zenith  of  his  power, 
When  to  a  (hade  their  fteps  they  made, 

To  pafs  the  mid-day  hour. 
.  The   bonny  lad  row  cl  in  his   plaid 

The  lafs,  who  fcorn'd  to  frown;   . 
She  foon  forgot  the  ewes  fhe  fought  y" 

And  he  to  gangf  to  town. 


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They  dance  and  they  Gng,and  they  laugh,  and  they  chat, 

Contented  and  happy  with  hearts  full  of  glee, 

,1  can't  without  envy  their  merriment  fee. 

Thofe  pleafures  offend  me,  my  fhepherd's  not  there, 

No  pleafure  I  relifh  that  Jockey  dont  fhare, 

It  makes  me  to  figh,I  from  tears  fcarce  refrain, 

I  wifh  my  dear  Jockey  returncJ  back  again* 

But  hope  fhall  fufiain  me,  nor   will  I  defpair, 
He   promis'd  he  would  in  a  fortnight  be  here;  , 
On  fond  expectation  my  wifhes  I'll  feaft, 
For  love  my  dear  Jockey  to  Jenny  will  hafte^ 
Then  farewell  each  care, and  adieu  each  vain  figh. 
Who'll  then  be  fo  bleft  or  fo  happy  as  li 
I'll  fing  on  the  meadows,  and  alter  my  ftrain. 
When  Jockey  returns  to  my  arms  back  again. 


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Sweet  youth  s  a  blyth  and  heartfome  rime; 

Then, lads  and  laffes,  while  'tis  May, 
Gae  pu'the  gowan-  in  its  prime, 

Before  it  wither  and  decay. 
Watch  the  faft  minutes  of  delyte, 

When  Jenny  fpeaks  beneath  her  breath, 
And  kiffes,  laying  a'  the  wyte 

On  you,  if  fhe  kepp  ony  fkaith. 

Haith,  ye're  ill  bred,  fhe'U  foiling  fay, 

Ye'll  worry  me,  ye  greedy  rook; 
Syne  frae  }Our  arms  fhe'll  rin  away, 

And  hide  herfell  in  fome  dark  nook. 
Her  .laugh  will  lead  you  to  the  place 

Where  lies  the  happinefs  ye  want, 
And  plainly  tell  you  to  your  face, 

Nineteen  nayfays  are  haf  a  grant. 

Now  to  her  heaving  bofom  cling, 

And  fweetly  tbolie  for  a  kifs: 
Frae  her  fair  finger  whoop  a  ring, 

As  raiken  of  a  future  blifs. 
Thefe  bennifons,  I'm  very  fure, 

Are  of  the  gods  indulgent  grant; 
Then,  furly  carl*,  whifht^  forbear 

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DEAR  Roger, if  your  Jenny  geek, 
And  anfwer  kindnels  wi'    a  flight, 
Seem  unconcern  d  at  her  neglect, 
For  women  in  a  man  delight, 
But  them  defpife  who're  foon  defeat, 
And  with  a  fimple  face  give  way 
To   a  repulfe;  —then.be  not  blate, 
Pufh  bauldly  on,  and  win  the  day. 

When  maidens,  innocently  young, 

Say  aften  what  they  never  mean, 
Ne  er  mind  their  pretty  l\"ing  tongue, 

But  tent  the  language  of  their  een. 
If  thefe  agree,  and  fhe  perfift 

To  anfwer  a'    ,>x>ur  love  with  hate, 
Seek  ellewhere  to  be  better  blefsd; 

And  let  h'r  Hgh  when  tjs  too  late. 


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Blefs'd  days  when  our  ingenious  fex, 
Vlore  frank  and  kind  -  more  frank  and  kind, 
Did  not  their  lov'd  adorers  vex; 
But  fpoke  their  mind-but  fpoke  their  mind, 
Repenting  now,  fhe  promis'd  fair, 
vVou'd  he  return-woud  he  return, 
She  ne'er  again  wou'd  give  him  care, 
0  -  cxufe  him  mourn -or  caufehim  mourn, 


Ye  Fair,  while  beauty's  in  its  fpring, 
Own  your  deCre-Own  your  defire, 
While  love's  young  pow'r  with  his  foft  wing 
Fans  up  the  fire  -  fans  up  the  fire; 
O  do  not  with  a  filly  pride, 
Or  low  defign  -Or  low  defign, 
Refufe  to  be  a  happy  bride, 
But  anfwer  plain -but  anfwer  plain. 


Whv  lov'd  I  the     deferving  fwain,  Thus  the  fair  mourner  wail'd  her  crime, 

t  f  i  11  thought fhame -yet  ftill thought  fhame,  With  flowing  eyes -with  flowing  eyes. 


yVhetl  he  my  yielding  heart  did  gain, 
lb  own  my  flame  -  to  own  my  flame! 
Vhy  ronJc  I  pl^afur"  to  torment, 
A  nd  ft  f-m  too  cov  -  and  f< .em  too  coy. 
Whim  iri>f-s  me  now,  alas,  lament 
"'■   flighted  ]<<■  -n\    flighted  jfoyj 


Glad  Jamie  h$ard  her  all  the  time, 
With  fweet  furprife-with  fweet  furprife. 
Some  god  had  led  him  to  the  grove, 
His  mind  unchang'd  -his  mind  unchang< 
Flew  to  her  arms, and  cry'd,  My  love, 
I  am  reveng'd-  I  am  revengd. 


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Beneath  the  cooling  fhade  we  lay, 

Oazing,and  chaft*  ly  fporting; 
We  kifs'd  and  pronuf 'd  time  away, 

Till  night  fpread  her  black  curtain. 
I  pitied  ail  beneath  the  fkies, 
/     Ev'en  king8,when  fhe  was  nigh  me, 
In  raptures  I  beheld  her  eyes, 
Which  could  but  111  deny  me . 

Should  I  be  call'd.  where  cannons  roar, 
t  Where  mortal  fteel  may  wound  me. 
Or  caft  upon  fome  foreign  fhore, 

Where  dangers  may  furround  me; 
Yet  hopes  again  to  fee  my  love, 

To  feaft  on  glowing  kiffes, 
Shall  makr-  my  cares  at  diftance  move, 

In  profpect  of  fuch  bliffes. 


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In  all  my  foul  there's  not  one  place 

To  let  a  rival  enter: 
Since  fhe  excels  in  every  gracf , 

In  her  my  love  (hall  center: 
Sooner  the  feas  fhall  ceafe  to  flow, 

Their  waves  the  Alps  fhall  cover, 
On  Greenland  ictf  fhall  rofes  grow. 

Before  I  ceafe  to  love  her. 

The  next  time  I  go  o'er  the  moor, 

She  fhall  a  lover  find  me; 
And  that  my  faith  is  firm  and  pure, 

Tho'  I  left  her  behind  me: 
Then  Hymen's  facred  bonds  fhall  chain 

My  heart  to  her  fair  bofom,  - 
There,  while  my  being  does  remain, 

My  love  more  frefh  fhall  bloffom. 


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Thro'  walks  grown  with  woodbines,  as  often  we  ftray, 
Around  us  our  boys  and  girls  frolic  and  play: 
How  pleafing  their  {port  is:  the  wanton  ones  fee, 
And    borrow  their  looks  from  my  Jeffy  and  me. 

To  try  her  fweet  temper,  oft-times  am  I  feen, 
In  revels  all  day  with  the  nymphs  on  the  green: 
Tho  painfu  my  abfence,  my  doubts  fhe  beguiles, 
And  meets  me  at  night  with  complacence  and  fmiles. 

What  tho   on  her  cheeks  the  rofe  lofes.its  hue, 
Her  wit  and  good  humour  bloom    all  the  year  thro- 
Time  fiill,  as  he  flies,  adds  increafe  to  her  truth, 
And  giv;?  to  her  mind  what  he  fteals  from  her  _>outh. 

Ye  fhtpherds  fo  gay,  who  make  low  to  enfnare, 
And  <  heat,  with  feffe   vows,  the  too  credulous  Fair; 
In  fearch  of  true  phalure,  how  vairrv  you  roam. 
To   hold  it  for  Life,   uiu  muft  find   C   at  ho;r.--. 


The  Lafs  of  Peatj's   Mill. 


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Her  arms,  white  round  and  fmooth, 

Breafts  riling  ^n  their  dawn, 
To  age  it  would  give  youth, 

To  prefs  them  with  his  hand; 
Through  all  my  fpirits  ran 

An  ecftacy  of  blifs, 
When  I  fuch  fweetnefs  fand, 

Wrapt  in  a  balmy  kifs. 

Without  the  help  of  art, 

Like  flovvrs  which  grace  the  wild, 
•She  did  her  fweets  impart, 

Whene'er  fhe  fpoke,or  fmil'd. 


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

She  me  to  love  bfjguilcl; 
I  wiOi'd  her  for  my  bride. 

Olhad  I  ail  that  we  aim 

Hopetoun's  high  momt.urs  fill, 
Inrur'd  long  life  and  health* 

And  rleafure  *  at  my  will;  '  - 
I'd  promife  and  fulfil, 

That  r.one  but  bonny  lit, 
The  lafs  of  Peaty's  mill,. 

Shoud  fhare  the  fame  with  ir.e. 


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If  I  were  free  at  will  to  chufe, 
To  be  the  weal+h:eft  lawland  lady, 

I'd  take  young  Donald  without  trews. 
With  bonnet  blew,  and  belted  plaidy. 
O  my  bonny,  &c . 

The  braweft  beau  in  burrow's-t<   *n, 
In  a'  his  airs,  with  art  made  readv, 

Compard  tc  him  he's  but  a  clown; 
He  s  finer  far  :n's  tartan  plaidy. 
O  mv  bornv,  <*Zc. 

Oer  benty  hill  wifh  him  I'll  run. 
And  leave  my.  lawland  kin  and  dady, 

Frae  winter's  cauld,and  fummer's  fun, 
Heilfcreen  m-  w'4h  .l:;s  highland  plaidy. 
O  mv  bonr\.  &c. 


A  painted  room,  and  filken  bed, 

May  pleafe  a  lawland  laird  and  lady; 

But  I  can  kifs,and  be  as  glad, 

Behind  a  bufh  in*s  highland  plaidy. 
O  iry  bonny-,  tic. 

Few  compliments  between  us  pafs, 
I  ca^him  my  dear  highland  laddie, 

And -he  ca's  me  his  lawland  lafs, 
Syne  rows  me  in  beneath  his  plaidie. 
O  my  bonny,  Ktc. 

Nae  greater  joy    Fli  e  er  pretend, 

Than  that  his  lo\  e  prove  true  and  ffcady 

Like  mine  to  him,  which  re'er  fhall  end, 
V\hi!e  hea\en  pre'enes  my  highland  laddie. 
O  my  bonny,  %£c. 


Same 

THE  kwland  maids  g<\vfy  frig  and  fine, 
But  aft  theyV.  lour  and  unco  fawcy; 
Sae  proud, they  never  can  be  kind 

Like  my  good  r'humourd  highland  laffie. 
Omy  bonny,  bonnv  highland  laffie, 
My  hearty-  finilu  g  highland  laffie, 
May  never  care  make  thee  lefs  fair, 
But  bloom  of  youth  ftill  blefs  myfoflie. 

Than  onv  lafs  in  burrow*  -  town, 

Wha  mak  t/ieir  cheeks  with  patches  mottie, 

1 cTtake  mi^Kary  but  a  gown, 
Bare-fofsted  in  her  little  coatie. 
O  my  bonny,  &c. 

Beneath  the  brier, or  brecken  bufh,     " 
Whene'er  I  kifs  and  court  my  daw-tie; 

Hapoy  and  blyth  as  ane  wad  wifh, 

My  flighteren  heart  gangs  pittie  pattie. 
O  my  bonny,  &c . 


Tune 
O'er  Jiigheft  hethory  hills  1*11  f*en, 

With  cockit  gun  and  ratches  ^enty, 
To  drive  the  de^r  out  of  their  den. 
To  "feaft  n.y  lafs  on  difhes  dainty-. 
O  my   bonnv  i^c . 

There's  nane  fhall  dare  by  deed  or  word, 
'ft^inft  her  to  wag  a  tongue  or  finger, 

While  1  can  wield  my  trulty  (words 
Or  frae  my  fide  whifk  out  a  whinger. 
,  O  my  bonny  Ac . 

The  mountains  clad  with  purple  bloom, 
And  berries  "ripe,  invite  my  treafure 

To  range  with  me;  let  great  fowk  gloom, 
While  wealth  &  pride  confbund  their  pleafuiv 
O  my  bonny,  bonny  highland  lafTie, 
My  lovely  fmiling  highland  laffie, 
May  never  care  make  thee  lefs  fair, 
But  bloom  of  youth  ftill  blefs  my  laffie. 


From  the  Duenna 
Ah  fure  a  pair  was  never  feen 

So  juftly  fbrm'd  to  meet  bye  nature. 
The  youth  excelling  fb  in  mien, 

The  maid  in  ev'ry  graceful    feature! 
"O  how  happy  are  fuch  lovers, 

When  kindred  beauties  each  Jifcoversl 
'  For  (urely  fhe  "was  made  for  thee. 

And  thou  to  blefs  this  c harming cr"ature. 


Same  Tune. 

So  mild  )  our  looks,your  children  fhenoe, 
Will  early  learn  the  tafk  of  duly* 

The  Bo^  with  all  their  Fathers  fenfe, 
The  Girls  with  a!l  their  mo+h-rs  beauty, 

O  ho w/char mi ng  to  inherit, 

"".  At  once  fuch  graces  and  fuch  foir't. 

Thus  while  you  Iiyp  may-  fortune  ghe. 
Each  blefsing  equal  to  ymuv  merit! 


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Firft  when  her  to  the  Lawiands  came, 
Nainfell  was  driving  cows,  man* 

Th^ere  was  nae  laws  about  him's  n  _, 
About  the  preeks  or  trews,  man. 

Nainfell  did   wear  the  philabeg, 
The  plaid  pricket  on  her  fhoulder; 

The  guid  claymore  hung  pe  her  pelt, 
The  piftol  fharg'd  wi'  pouder. 

But  for  vheraa.  thele  curfed  preeks, 
Wherevith  her  n   be  lockit, 

O  honi  that  e'er  fhe  faw  the  dayl 
Fer  a'  her  houghs  be  prokit. 

Every  t'ing  in  te  Highlands  now 

Pe  turn't  to  alteration; 
The  fodger  dwall  at  our  toor-fheek, 

And  tat's  te  great  vexation. 

Scotland  be  turnt  a  Ningland  now, 
An*  laws  pring  on  te  cadger: 

Nainfeii  wad  durk  him  for  her  deeds, 
But  ohi  fhe  fears  te  foger. 


Anither  law  came  after  that, 

Me  never  faw  te  like,  man; 
They  mak  a  lang  road  on  te  crund, 

And  ca'  him  Turnimfpike,  man. 

An'  wow! fhe  pe  a  ponny  road, 
Like  Louden  corn-rigs,  man; 

Where  twa  carts  may  gang  on  her, 
An'  no  preak  ithers  -GSSt  man. 

They  Charge  a  peniij^ftr  ilka  horfe, 
In  troth,fhe'll  no  pe  fheaper, 

For  nought  put  gaen  upo' the  crund, 
And  they  gie  me  a  paper. 

Nae  doubts, Nainfell  maun  tra  her  purfe, 
And  pay  .them  what  hims  like,  man: 

I'll  fee  a  fhugement  on  his  toor; 
T'at  filthy  Turnimfpike,  man! 

But  I'll  awa' to  te  HigalariJ  h  'Is, 
Where  te'il  a  ane  dare  turn  h<  r, 

And  no  come  near  her  Ti:rnimfp;ke, 
Unlefs  it  pe  to  purn  r.tr. 


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All  other  lafTes  he  for  fakes, 

And  flies  to  me  alone; 
At  every  fair,  and  all  our  walks 

To  me  he  makes  his  moan: 
He  buys  me  toys,  and  fweetmeats  too, 

And  ribbons  for  my  hair, 
No  fwain  was  ever  half  fo  good, 

Nor  h.-Jf  fo  kind  and  fair. 

Where  er  I  go  I   nothing  fear, 

If  Jockey  is  but  by;~ 
For  I  alone  am  all  his  care, 

When  ever  danger's   nigh. 
He  vows  to    wed   next  Whitfunday, 

And  make  me  bleft  for  life; 
Can  I  refufe,ye  maidens  fay, 

To  be  young  Jockey's   wife? 

Same  Tune 

TO  fly,  firebird, from  grove  to  grove, 
To  wander  like  the   bee, 
To  fip  of  fweets,  and  tafte  of  love, 

Is  not  enough  for  me: 
No  fluttering  paffions  w;  ke  my  breaft, 

I  wifh  the  place  to  fine 
Where  fate  may  give  me  pea„e  and  reft, 
One  fhepherd  to  my  mind. 


To  every  youth  I'll  not  be  gay," 

Nor  try  on  all  my  power, 
Nor  future  pleasures  throw  away 

In  toyings  for  an  hour: 
I  would  not  reign  the  general  toaft, 

Be  prais'd  by  all  the  town; 
A  thoufmd  tongues  on  me  are  loft; 

I'll  hear  but  only  one. 

For  which  of  all  the  flattering  train. 

Who  (warm  at  beauty's  fhrine, 
When  youth's  gay  charms  are  in  the  wane- 

Will  court  their  fure  decline. 
Then  fops,  and  wits,  and  beaux,forb( :ar, 

Your  arts  will  never  do; 
For  fome  fond  youth  fhall  be  my  care, 

Life's  chequer'd  feafbn  thro'. 

My  little  heart  fhall  have  a  home, 

A  warm  and  fhelter'd  neft; 
No  giddy  flights  fhall  make  me  roam 

From  where  T  am  molt  bleft; 
With  love  and  only  that  dear  fwain, 

What  tranquil    joys  T  fee! 
Farewell,ye  falfe,  inconftant  train; 

For  one  is  all  to  me. 


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Methinks  around  us  on  each  bough 

A  thoufand  Cupids  play, 
Whilft  through  the  groves  I  walk  with 

Each  object  makes  me  gay:       Aou, 
Since  your  return, the  fun  and  moon 

With  brigher  beams  do  fhine, 
Streams  murmur  foft  notes  while  they 

As -th&y  did  lang  fyne.  (run, 

De  fpife  the  court  and  din  of  ftate ; 

Let  that  to  their  fhare  fall, 
Who  can  efteem  fuch  flavery  great, 

While  bounded  like  a  ball: 
But  funk  in  love,  upon  my  arms 

Let  your  brave  head  recline; 
We  11  pleafe  ourfelves  v\ithmutual  charms, 

As  we  did  lang  fyne. 


friend 


O'er  moor  and  dale  with  your  gay 

You  may  purfue  the  chace, 
And,  after  a  blyth  bottle,  end 

All  cares  in  my  embrace: 
And,in  a  vacant  rainy  day, 

You  fhall  be  wholly  mine; 
We'll  make  the  hours  run  finooth  away, 

And  laugh  at  lang  fyne. 


Leander  on  the  Bav 


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Then  cafting  round  his  eves, 
Thus  of  his  fate  he  did  complain, 

Ye  cruel  rocks,  and  fkies! 
Ye  ftormy  winds,  and  angry  main, 

What 'tis  to  mifs 

The  lovers  blifs, 
Alas!  ye  do  not  know; 

Make  me  your  wreck 

As  1  come  back, 
But  fpare  me  as  I  go. 

Loi  yonder  ftands  the  tower 
Where  my  beloved  Hero  lies, 

And  tnis  is  the  appointed  hour 
Wnich  fets  to  watch  her  longing  eyes. 

To  his  fond  fuit 

The  gods  were  mu*e; 
The  billows  anfwer,  No; 

Up  to  the  fkies 

The  furges  rife, 
But  fink  the  youth  as  low. 

Meanwhile  the  wifhing  maid, 
Divid'd  't-Aixt  her  care  and  Io\e, 


Now  does  his  ftay  upbraid; 
Now  dread s  he  fhou'd  the  paffage  prove: 

0  fateifaid  fhe, 
Nor  heaven,nor  thee, 

Our  vows  fhall  e'er  divide. 

r*d  leap  this  wall, 

Cou'd  I  but  fall 
By  my  Leander's  fide. 

At  length  the  riling  fun 
Did  to  her  fight  reveal  too  late, 

That  Hero  was  undone; 
Not  by  Leander's  fault,but  fate. 
Said  fhe,  I'll  fhew, 
Tho'we  are  two, 
Our  love's  were  ever  one; 
This  proof  I'll  give, 

1  will  not  live, 

Nor  fhall  he  die  alone. 

Down  from  the  wall  fhe  leapt 
Into  the  raging  feas  to  hi^* 

Courting  each  wave  fhe  met, 
To  teach  her  wearv'darms  to  fwim; 

The  fea-gods  wept, 

Nor'  longer  kept 
Her  from  her  lover's  fide. 

When  join'd  at  laft, 

She  grafp'd  him  faft, 
Then  figh'd,embrac'd,and  dy*d . 


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Ye  Nymphs,OhI  lead  me  thro  the  Grove, 
Thro' which  your  ftreams  in  filence  mourn; 
There  with  my  Johnny  let  me  rove, 
'Till  once  his  fleecy  flocks  return; 
Young  Johnny  is  my  Gentle  Swain, 
That  fweetly  pipes  along  the  mead, 
So  loon's  the  lambkins  hear  his  (train, 
With  eager  fteps  they  turn  in  fpeed .  ' 

The  Flocks  now  all  in  fportive  play, 
Come  frifking  round  the  piping  fwain, 
Then  fearful  of  too  4ong  delay, 
Run  bleating  to  their  Dams  again, 
Within  the  frefh  green  Myrtle  Grove, 
The  feather 'd  choir  in  rapture  fing, 
And  fweetly  warble  forth  their  love, 
To  welcome  the  returning  Spring. 

Same  Tune 

TENNY  §  heart  was  frank  and  free, 
I  And  wooers  fhe  hid  mom*  yet, 
Her  fang  was  -.yejOf  a' I  fee, 
Commend  nn>  to  my  Johnie  yet. 


For  air  and  late,  he  has  fie     gate 
To  mak  a  body  cheary,  that 
I  wifh  to  be,  before  I  die, 
His  ain  kind  deary  yet. 

Now  Jenny  s  face  was  fu'  o  grace, 
Her  fhape  was  fma'  and  eenty-like, 
And  few  or  nane  in  a'  the  piace 
Had  gowd  and  gear  mair  plenty  yet; 
Tho'  war's  alarms,  and  Johnie  s  charms, 
Had  gart  her  aft  look  eerie,  yet 
She  fung  wi'glee"I  hope  to  Tbe 
"My  Johnie's  ain  kind  Deary  yet: 

'"What  tho   he  s  now  gaen  far  aw?i, 
'""Where  guns  and  cannons  rattle, yet, 
"Unlefs  my  Johnie  chance  to  fa' 
"Tn  fome  uncannv  battle,  yet 
'Till  he  return,  his  breaft  will  burn 
"Wi"  love  that  will  confound  me  \et, 
"For  1  hope  to  fee, before  I  die, 
"His  Bairns  a'  dance  iround  me  \ * t . 


He  ftcle  rav   tencior  Heart   away. 


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The  fields  were  green,  the  hills    were    gay,    And    birds  were 


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friends   cou'd    fay,  Young    Col  _  in   ftole    my    heart    a  _  way. 


When  ere  he  trips  the  meads  along, 
He  fweetly  Joins  the  woodlark's  fong; 
And  when  he  dances  on  the  green, 
There's  none  fo  blithe  as  Colm  feen: 
If  he's  but  by  I  nothing  fear, 
For  I  alone  am  all  his  care; 
Then,  fpite  of  all  my  friends  can  fay, 
Hes  ftole  my  tender  heart  away. 


My  Mother  chides  when  ere  I  ream, 
And  feems  furpris'd  I  quit  my  hpmey 
But  fhe'd  not  wonder  that  I  rove* 
Did  fhe  but  feel  how  much  I  love. 
Full  well  I  know  the  genrous  fwain, 
Will  neve*  give  -my-  bofom  pain; 
Then  fpite  of  all  my  friends  can  fay, 
He's  frole  my  tender  heart  away. 


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When  I  and  Jocky  met  firft  on  the  flow'ry  dale, 
Right  fweetly  he  me  tret,  and  love  was  a  his  tale. 

You  are  the  lafs,  {aid  he,  that  ftaw  my  heart  frae  me, 
O  eafe  me  of  my  pain,  and  never  fhow  difdain. 

Well/can  my  Jocky  kyth  his  love  and  courtefie; 

Hf  made  my  heart  fu  blyth  when  he  firft  fpake  to  me. 
His  fuit  I  ill  deny'd;  he  kifs'd,  and   I  comply'd: 
Sae  Jocky  promis'd  me,  that  he  wad  faithful  be. 

I'm  glad  when  Jocky  comes,  fad   when  he  gangs  away; 
'Tis  night  when  Jocky  glooms,  but  when  he  fmiles  'tis  day, 

\Mien  our  eyes  meet  I  pant,  I  colour,  figh,  and  faint; 

What  lafs  that  wad  be  kind  can  better  tell  her  mind. 


Bormv  Befsy. 


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Tune  Befsey's  H  aggies. 


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Befsy  s  bofom  s  faff  and  warm, 

Milk-white  fingers  (fill  employ  cl, 
He  who  taks  her  to  his  arm, 

Of  her  fweets  can  ne'er  be  -cloyVj . 
My  dear  Befsy,  when  the  rofes 

Leave  thy  cheek,  as  thou  grows  aulder. 
Virtue,  wnich  thy  mind  difclofes, 

Will  keep  love  from  growing  caulder. 


Befsy  s- tocher  is  but  fcanty, 

Yet  her  face  and  foul  difcovers 
Thofe  enchanting  fweets  in  plenty 

Maun  entice. a  thoufand  lovers;  ; 
Tis  npt  money,  but  a  woman 

Of  a  temper  kind  and  eafy, 
That  gives  haripinefs  uncommon; 

Petted  things  can  nought  but  tea/e  ye . 


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Twine    weel   the    Plaiden. 


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He  prais'd  my  een  fae  bonny  blue, 

Sae  lilly  white  my  fkin  o\ 
And  fyne  he  prie'd  my  bonny  mou, 

And  fwore  it  was  nae  fin  o', 
And  twine  it  weel,  my  bonny  dow, 

And  twine  it  weel  the  plaiden; 
The  laffie  loft  her  filken  fnood, 

In  pu  ing  of  the  bracken . 


But  he  has  left  the  lafs  he  lood, 

His  ain  true  love  forfaken, 
Which  gars  me  fair  to  greet  the  fnood, 

I  loft  amang  the  bracken. 
And  twine  it  weel,  my  bonny  dow, 

And  twine  it  weel, the  plaiden; 
The  laffie  loft  her  filken  fnood, 

In  pu'ing  of  the  bracken . 


Faireft  of  the  Fair. 


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O  Nannie,  canYt  thou  love  fo  true, 

Thr6'  perils  keen  wi'  rr,e  to  gae? 
Or  when  thy  fwain  mifhao  fhall  rue, 

To  fhare  with  him  the  pang  of  wae? 
And  when  invading  pains  befal,. 

Wilt  thou  affume  the  Nurfes  care, 
Nor  wifhful  thofe  gay  fcenes  rec;d, 

Where  thou  \> aft  faireft  of  the  fair? 


(2) 
O  Nannie, when  thourt  far  awa, 

Wilt  thou  not  caft  a  wifh  behind  ? 
Sav,  can  ft  thou  face  the  flaky  fhaw, 

Nor.fhrink  before  the  warping  wind.7 
O  can  that  fait  and  gentleft  mien, 

Severeft  hardfhips  learn  to  bear, 
Nor  fad  regret  each  courtly  fcene, 

Where  thou  waft  faireft  of  the  fair? 

(4) 
And  when  at  laft  thy  love  fhall  die* 

Wilt  thou  receive  his  parting  breath? 
Wilt  thou  reprefs  each  frruggling  Cgh, 

And  chear  with  fmiles  the  Ded  of  death? 
And  wilt  thou  o'er  his  much  lovcl  clay, 

Strew  flowers,  and  drop  the  tender  tear? 
Nor  then  regret  thofe  fcenes  fQ  gay, 

Where  thou  waft  faireft  of  the  fair? 


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The  Blathrie  o't. 


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May    the  fhame  fa    the    gear  and  the    blathrie    o't! 


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Jockie  was  the  laddie  that  held  the  pleugh, 

But  now  he's  got  gow'd  and  gear  eneugh; 

He  thinks  nae  mair  of  me  that  weirs  the  plaid  en  coat; 

May  the  fhame  fa'  the  gear,  and  the  blathrie  o'ti 

Jenny  was  the  lafsie  that  mucked  the  byre, 
But  now  fhe  is  clad  in  her  filken  attire, 
And  Jockie  fays  he  loes  her,  and  fwears  he's  me  forgot; 
'  May  the  fhame  fa'  the  gear,  and  the  blathrie  o'ti  . 

But  all  this  fhall  never  danton  me,  ' 

Sae  lang  as  I  keep  my  fancy  free: 

For  the  lad  that's  fae  inconftant,  he's  not  worth  a  groat; 

May  the  fhame  fa'  the  gear,  and  the  blathrie  o't]     , 


Lncky  Nancy. 


Tune  Dainty-  Davie. 


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Nor  fnaw  with  crimfon  will  I  mix, 
To  fpread  upon  mylaffie's  cheeks; 
And  fyne  th' unmeaning  name  prefix, 

Miranda,  Chloe,  or  Phillis. 
I'll  fetch  nae  fimile  frae  Jove, 
My  hight  of  ecftafy  to  prove, 
Nor  fighing  -thus  -prefent  my  love 

With  rofes  eke  and  lilies. 
I  was  ay  telling  you,  &c. 

But  ftay,  - 1  had  amaift  forgot 
My  miftrefs,  and  my  fang  to  boot, 
And  that's  an  unco'  faut,I  wot; 

But, Nanfy, 'tis  nae  matter. 
Ye  fee  I  clink  my  verfe  wi' rhyme, 
And  ken  ye,  that  atones  the  crime; 
Forby,  how  fweet  my  numbers  chyme, 

And  flide  away  like  water. 
I  was  ay  telling  you,  &c. 


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Now  ken,  my  rev  rend  fonfy  fair, 
Thy  runkled  cheeks,  and  lyrat  hair, 
Thy  half  fhut  een,and  hodling  air, 

Are  a'  my  paffion's  fewel. 
Nae  fkyring  gowk,  my  dear, can  fee, 
Or  love,  or  grace,  or  heaven  in  thee; 
Yet  thou  haft  charms  anew  for  me; 
Then  fmile,  and  be  na  cruel. 
Lee/,  me  on  thy  fnawy  pow, 
Lucky  Nancy,  Lucky  Nancy; 
Dryeft  wood  will   eitheft  low, 
And,  Nancy,  fae  will  ye  now. 

Troth, I  have  fung  thev  fang  to  you, 
Which  ne'er  anither  bard  wad  do; 
Hear  then  my  charitable  vow, 

Dear  venerable  Nancyi 
But  if  the  warld  my  pafsion  wrang. 
And  fay  ye  only  live  in  lang, 
Ken,  I  defpife  a  (land 'ring  tongue, 

And  fin g  to  pleafe  my  fancy. 
Lee/  me  on  thy  fee. 


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In  primrofe-chaplets  gay, 
Till  morn  unbars  her  golden  gate, 

And  gives  the  promis'd  May. 
The  Nymphs  and  Swains  fhall  all  declare 

The  promis  d  May,  when  feen, 
Not  half  fo  fragrant,  half  fo  fair, 

As  Kate  of  Aberdeen. 

Til  tune  my  pipe  to  plaj-ful  notes, 
And  roufe  yon  nodding  grove, 

Till  new-wak'd  birds  diftend  their  throats* 
And  hail  the  maid  I  love. 


At  her  approach,  the  lark  miftakes, 
And  quits  the  new-drefs'd  green: 

Fond  bird!  'tis  not  the  morning  breaks; . 
'Tis  Kate  of  Aberdeen! 

Now  blithfbme  oer  the  dewy-  mead, 

Where  elves  difportive  play, 
The  feftal  dance  young  fhepherds  lead, 

Or  fing  their  love-tun'd  lay. 
Till  May,  in  morning  robe,  draws  nigh, 

And  claims  a  Virgin  Queep; 
The  Nymphs  and  Swains,  exulting,  cr) , 

Here's  Kate  of  Aberdeen! 


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The  warblers  are  heard  in  the  grove, 

The  linnet, the  lark,  and  tie  thrufh, 
The  blackbird,and  fweet-cocmg  dove, 

With  mufic  enchant  every  bufh. 
Come,  let  us  go  forth  to  tne  mead, 

Let's  fee  how  the  primrofes  fpring, 
We'll  lodge  in  fome  village  cr.  Tweed, 

And  love, while  the  feather'd  folks  Cng. 

How  does  my  love  pafs  the  long  day? 

Does  Mary  not  'tend  a  few  fheep? 
Do  they  never  carelefsly  ftray, 

While  happily-  fhe  lies  afleepl 


Tweed's  murmurs  fhould  lull  her  to  reft; 

Kind  Nature  indulging  my  blifs, 
To  eafe  the  foft  pains  of  my  breaft, 

l  d  fteal  an  ambrofial  kifs . 

'Tis  fhe  does  the  virgins  excel, 

No  beauty  with  her  may  compare; 
Love's  graces  around  her  do  dwell, 

She's  taireft,  where  thoufands  ars  fair, 
Say,  charmer,  where  do  thy  flock  ftray ? 

Oh!  tell  me  at  noon  where  they  feed? 
Is  it  on  the  fweet  winding  Tay? 

Or  pleafanter  banks  of  the  Tweed  ? 


38 


Marys  Dream, 


Continued.  39 

Ev'n  then,vvhen  horror  chill  cl  my  blood, 

'My  heart  vNas"  fill'd  with  love  for  thee: 
'The  ftorm  is  paft,  and  I  at  reft: 

'So, Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 
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'O  maiden  dear,  thyfelf  prepare, 

?We  foon  £hall  meet  upon  that  fliore, 
'Where  love  is  free  from  doubt  and  care, 

And  thou  and  I  fhall  part  no  more! 


She  from  her  pillow  gently  rais'd 

Her  head  to  aflc,who  there  might  be 
She  faw  young  Sandy  fhiv  ring  ftand, 

With  vifage  pale  and  hollow  eye; 
'O  Mary  dear,  cold  is  my  clay. 

'It  lies  beneath  a  ftormy  fea; 
'Far,  far  from  thee,  I  fleep  in  death; 
.    'SojMary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 

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'And  long  we  ftrove  oT.:r  Tbark  to  fave,        But  foft  the  patting  fpirit  faid, 

But  all  our  ftriving  was  in  vain.  "Sweet  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me! 

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"Aften  does  he  blaw  the  whiftle, 
'"In  a  ftrain  fae  faftly  fweet, 
"Lam'mies  liftning  dare  nae  bleat; 
"He's  as  fleet's  the  mountain  roe, 
"Hardv,as  the  highland  heather, 
"'Wading  thro*  the  winter  fnow, 
"Keeping  sy  his  flock  together; 
"But  a  plai'd,  wi' bare  houghs, 
uHe  braves  the  bleakeft  norlin  blaft . 


Brawly  he  can  dance  and  fing 
"Canty  glee  or  highland  cronach; 
Nane  can  ever  match  his  fling 
At  a  reel,  or  round  a  ring; 
Wightly  can  he  wield  a  rung 
In  a  brawl  he's  ay  the  bangfter: 
'A  his  praife  can  ne'er  be  fung 
By  the  langeft  winded  fangfter. 

"Sangs  that  fing  o'  Sandy 

"Come  fhort,tho'  they  were  e'er  fae  lang. 


I    Wifh   mv  Lcve   were   in  a   Mire. 


41 


My-  bofom  glowcl;  the  fubtile  flame 
Ran  quick  thro'*  all  my  vital  frame; 

0  er  my  dim     eyes  a  darknefs  hung; 
My  ears   with  hollow  murmurs  rung: 
In  dewy  damps  my  limbs  were  chill  d; 
My  blood  with  genrle  horrors  thrill'd; 
My  feeble  pulfe   forgot  Jtp   play: 

1  fainted,  funk,  and   dy'd  away! 


42 


Same   Tone. 


O  Lovely  maid,  how  dear's  thy  powr. 
At  once  1  love, at  once  adore: 
With  wonder  are  my  thoughts  poffeft, 
While  fofteft  love  infpires  my  breaft. 
This  tender  look,thefe  eyes  of  mine, 
Confers  their  amVous  mafter  thine; 
Thefe  eyes  with Strephons  paifion  play; 
Firft  make  me  love,  and  then  betray. 

Yes, Charming  Victor, I  am  thine, 
Poor  as  it  is,  this  heart  of  mine 
Was  never  in  another's  pow'r,    .    , 
Was  never  piercd  by  love  before. 


In  thee  I  ve  tre&fur'd  up  my  joy, 
Thou  canTt  give  blifs,or  blifs  deftroy:. 
And  thus  iVe  bour.d  myfelf  to  love, 
While  blifs  or  mifery  can  move. 

O  fhould  I  ne'er  poffefs  thy  charms, 
Ne'er  meet  my  comfort  in  my  arms. 
Were  hopes  of  dear  enjoyment  gone, 
Still  would  I  love,love  thee  alone. 
But,  like  fome  difcontented  fhade, 
That  wanders  where  its  body's  laid, 
Mournful  I'd  roam  with  hollow  glare, 
For  ever  exil'd  from  my  fair. 


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To  bx;id  the  lo\ clefs,  joylefs  vow;  And  I  abfolve  thy  future  care; 

~.'   heart  from  pieafiire  to  delude,  All  other  bleffings  I  refign, 

P*  <■    he  ^errtle'to  the  rude.  Make  but  the  dear  Amanda  mine. 


Allan  Water. 


43 


This  lovely  darling  deareft  care, 

This  new  delight,  this  charming  Annie, 
Like  fummers  dawn,  (he's  frefh  and  fair, 

When  Flora's  fragrant  breezes  fan  ye. 
All  day  the  amVous  youths  conveen, 

Joyous  they  fport  and  play  before  her; 
All  night,  when  fhe  no  more  is  feen, 

In  blifsful  dreams  they  ftill  adore  her. 

Among  the  croud  AmyntOr  came, 
He  look">d,he  lovcl,he  bow'd  to  Annie; 

His  rifing  fighs  exprefs  his  flame, 

His  words  we.t  few, his  wifhes  many. 


With  fmiles  the  lovely  maid  reply'd, 
Kind  fhepherd,why  fhouid  I  deceive  ye. 

Alas!  your  love  muft  ~be  deny'd, 

This  deftin'd  breaft  can- ne'er  relieve  ye. 

Young  Damon  came  with  Cupid's  art, 

His  wiles,his  fnnles,his  charms  beguiling 
He  ftole  away  my  virgin  heart; 

Ceafe,  poor  Amyntori  ceafe  bewailing: 
Some  brighter  beauty  you  may  f  r.d: 

On  yonder  plain  the  nymphs  are  many; 
Then  chufe  fome  heart  that's  uncc-^in'd . 

And  leave  to  Damon  his  own  Annie. 


Rife  up  and,mak  a  clean  fire  fide, 
Put  on  the  mukle  Pat;   . 
Gie  little  Kate  her  cotton  gown, 
And  Jock  his  Sunday's  coat; 
And  mak  their  Shoon  as  black&s  Slaes 
Their  hofe"  as  white  as  fr.aw, 
It's  a' to  pleafe  my  ain  Goodman; 
For  he's  been  lang  awa.  Cho. 

'   There  is  twa  Hens  upon  the  Bauk, 

'S  been  fee  this  month  and  mair* 

Mak-hafte,and  thra  their  necks  about, 

That  Colin  well  may  fare; 

And  fpread  the  Table  neat  and  clean; 

Gar  ilka  thing  look  bra; 

It's  a' for  love  of  my  Goodman; 

For  he's  been  lang  awa. Cho. 

O  gie  me  down  my  bigonets,  . 

My  Bifhop-fauin  gown; 

For  I  maun  tell  tne  Baillie's.  wife, 

That  Colin  s  cosre  to  Town", 

My  Sunday's  fhoon  they  maun  gae  on, 

My  hofe  o'  pearl  blue, 

Its  a* to  pleafe  my' air  Goodman; 

For  he's  baith  -leel  and  true.  Cho  . 


Sae  true's  his  words,Sae  fmooths  his. 
His  breath  like  caller  Air,     (fpeech, 
His  very  foot  has  mufick  in't, 
When  he  comes  up  the  ftair; 
And  will  I  fee  his  face,,  again! 
And  will  I  hear  him  fpeaki 
I'm  downright  dizzy  wee  the  thought 
In  troth, I'm  like  to  greet.  Cho. 

The  cauld  blafts  of  the  winter  wind, 

That  thrilled  thro'  my  heart, 

They're  a  blaun  by,  I  hae  him  fafe;, 

Till  Death  we'll  never  part; 

But  what  puts  parting  in  my  head? 

It  may  be  far  awa; 

The  prefent  moment  is  our  Ain;     I 

The  nfcift  we  never  faw.  Cho? 

Since  Co lin's.  well,  Im  well,  content, 

I  hae  nae  mair  to  crave; 

Could  I  but  live  to  mak  him  bleft, 

I'm  bleft  aboon  tjtfe  lave; 

And  will  I  fee  his  face  again 

And  will  I  hear  him  ipeak; 

I'm  downright -diz/v  wee  the  thought; 

In  troth,l'ni  like   to  greet.  O-o. 


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Sing,  my  bonny  harmlefs  £heep, 
That  feed  upon  the  mountains  fteep, 
Bleating  fweetly  as  ye  go, 
Thro'  the  winter's  froft  and  fnow; 
Hart,  and  hynd,and  fallow-deer, 
No  be  ha'f  fo  ufeful  are : . 
Frae  kings  to  him  that  hads  the  plow, 
Are  all  oblig'd  to  tarry  woo . 

Up,  ye  fhepherds,  dance  and  fleip, 
O'er  the  hills  and  valleys  trip, 
Sing  up  the  praife  of  tarry  woo: 
Sing  the  flocks  that  bear  it  too: 
Harmlefs  creatures,  without  blame, 
That  dead  the  back  and  cram  the  wame, 
Keep    us  warm  and  hearty  fou; 
Leefn  me  on  the  tarry  woo. 


How  happy  is  the  fhepher'ds  life, 
Far  frae  courts,and  free  of  ftrife, 
While  the  gimmers  bleat  and  bae, 
And  the  lambkins  anfwer  mae: 
No  fuch  mufic  to  his  ear; 
.  Of  thief  or  fox  he  h„s  no  fear; 
Sturdy  kent,  and  colly  true, 
Well  defend  the  tarry  woo.  . 

He  lives  content,  and  envies  none; 
Not  even  a  monarch  on  his  throne, 
Tho  he  the  royal  fceptre  fways, 
Has  not  fweeter  holidays, 
Who'd  be  a  king,  can  ony  tell? 
When  a  fhepherd  fings  fae  well,- 
Sinj>s  fae  well,  and  pays  his  due, 
WTith  honeft  heart  and  tarrv  woo. 


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Oh.  cruel  wer;  his  parents,  who  fent  my  love  to  fea; 

And  cruel,  crur  I ,  was  the  fhip  that  bore  my  love  from  me, 

Yet  I  love  his  parents,  fince  theyre  his,  although  they've  ruincl  me; 

For  T  lov«    rry  love,  &c. 

Oi  fhould  it  p-eafe  the  pitying  powrs  to  call  mi  to  the  fky, 
I'd  claim  a  guardian  angel's  charge, around  my  lov<   tc  fly, 
For  to  guard  him  from  all  dangers,  how  happy  fhould  I  be  1 
.  For  I  l/yfb   my  love,  &c. 

I'll  make  a  ftrawy  garland,  I'll  make  it  wondrous  fine, 
With  rofes,  lillies,  dailies,  I'll  mix  the  eglantine: 
And    I'll      prefent  it  to  my  love,  when  he  returns  from  fea. 
For  I  love  my  love,  &c. 

O  if  I  were  a  little  bird,  to  build  upon  his  breaft; 
Or  if  I  were  a  nightingale,  to  fing  my  love  to  reft; 
To  gaze  upon  his  lovely  eyes,  all  my  reward  fhould  be; 
For  I  love  my  love,  &c. 

O  if  I  were  an  eagle,  to  foar  into  the  fky, 
I'd  ga/e  around,  with  piercing  eyes,  where  I  my  love  might  fpy: 
But  &U.i  ^nhappv  maiden,  that  love  you  ne'er  fhall  fee; 
Y»  t  I  lov-    im    love,&c.  * 


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Whilft  thus  fhe  fung,  lamenting,  her  love  was  come  on  fhore, 
He  heard  fhe  was  in  Bedlam:  then  did  he  afk  no  more; 
But  ftraight  he  flew  to  find  her,  while  thus  replied  he: 
T  love  my  love,  &c.  .-  . 

0  Sir,  dc  not  affright  me:  are  you  my  love,  or  not? 
Yes,  yes,  my  deareft  Molly;  I  fear  a  I  was  forgot. 

But  now  I'm  come  to  make  amends  for  all  your  injury, 
And  I  love  my  love,  &c. 
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To  the  foregoing    Tone. 

AS  down  on  Banna's  banks  I  ftray'd,  one  evening  in  May, 
The  little  birds,  in  blytheft  notes,  made  vocal  ev  ry  fpray: 
They  fung  their  little  notes  of  love;  they  fung  them  o'er  and  o'er. 
Ah!  gramachree,  mo  challeenduge,  mo  Molly  aftore. 

The  daify  pied,  and  all  the  fweets  the  dawn  of  nature  yields; 
The  primrofe  pale,  the  vi'let  blue,  lay  fcatter'd  o'er  the  fields; 
Such  fragrance  in  the  bofom  lies    of  her  whom  I  adore, 
Ahi  gramachree,  &c.  . 

1  laid^me  down  upon  a  bank,  bewailing  my  fad  fate, 

That  doom'd  me  thus  the  flave  of  love,  and  cruel  Molly's  hate. 
How    can  fhe  break  the  honeft  heart,  that  wears  her  in  it's  core? 
Ahi  gramachree,  &c. 

You  faid,you  iov'd  me, Molly  dear;  ahi  why  did   I  believe. 
Yes,  who  could  think  fuch  tender  words  were  meant  but  to  deceive.' 
That  love  was  all  I  afk'd  on  earth;  nay  Heav'n  could  give  no  more. 
Ahi  gramachree,  &c. 

Ohi  had  I  all  the  flocks  that  graze  on  yonder  yellow  hill, 
Or  low'd  for  me  the  num'rous  herds,  that  yon  green  paftures  fill, 
With  her  I  love  I'd  gladly  fhare  my  kine  and  fleecy  ftore, 
Ahi  gramachree,  &c. 

Two  turtle  doves,  above  my  head,  fat  courting  on  a  bough, 
I  envy'd  them  their  happinefs,to  fee  them  bill  and  coo; 
Such  fondnefs  once  for  me  fhe  fhew'd,  but  now,  alasi  'tis  o'er. 
Ahi  gramachree,  &c. 

Then,  fare  thee  well,  my  Molly  dear,  thy  lofs  I  ftill  fhall  moan; 
Whilft  life  remains  in  Strephon's  heart, 'twill  beat  for  thee  alone. 
Tho'  thou  art  falfe,  may  heav'n  on  thee  it's  choiceft  blefsings  pour. 
Ahi  gramachree,  &c. 

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To  the  foregoing  Tone. 

HAD  1  a  heart  for  falfehood  fram'd,  I  ne'er  could  injure  y.u;  {true; 
For  tho  your  tongue  no  promife  claim'd, your  charms  wou'd  make  me 
To  you  no  foul  fhall  bear  deceit, no  ftranger  offer  wrong; 
But  friends  in  all  the  ag'd  you'll  meet,  and  lovers,  in  the  young. 

But  when  they  learn, that  you  have  blefs'd  another  with  your  heart. 
They'll  bid  afpiring  paffion  reft,  and  act:  a  brother's  part; 
Then,  lady,  dread   not  their  deceit,  nor  fear  to  fuffer  wrong; 
For  friends  in  all  the  ag'd  you'll  meet,  and  brothers,  in  the  young. 


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The  Colliers  bonny  LalTie 


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He  had  the  art  tc  r  leafe  ye, 

And  was  by  a'  refpected, 
His  airs  fat  round  him  eafy, 

Genteel,but  unaffected; 
The  collier's  bonny  laffie, 

Fair  as  the  new-blown  iillie, 
Ay  fweet,and  never  faucy, 

Secur'd  the  heart  of  Willie . 

He  lov'd  -beyond  expreffion 

The  charms  that  were  about  her, 

And  panted  for  poffeffion, 

His  life  was  dull  without  her, 


After  mature  refolving, 

Clofe  to  his  breaft  he  held  her, 
In  fafteft  flames  diffolving, 

He  tenderly  thus  tellcl  her_ 

My  bonny  collier  s  daughter, 

Let  naething  difcompofe  ye; 
'Tis  no  your  fcanty  tocher 

Shall  ever  gar  me  lofe  ye; 
For  I  have  gear  in  plenty, 

And  love  fays, 'Tis  my  duty, 
To  ware  what  heavn  has  lent  me 

Upon  your  wit  and  beauty. 


Within  a  Mile  of  Edinbnr^h. 


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Jockey  was  a  wag  that  never  would  wed, 

Thd  long  he  had  follow'd  the   lafs, 
Contented  (he  earncl  and  eat  her  brown  bread, 
And  merrily  tumid  up  the  grafs . 
Bonny  Jockej-jblith  and  free, 
Won  her  heart  right  merrily, 
Yet  (till  fhe  blufh*cl,and  frowning  crycl,Nb,  no,  it  will  not  do, 
I  cannot,cannot,wonnot,wonnot,mannot  buckle  too. 

But  when  he  vowd,he  woud  make  her  his  Bride, 

Tho'  his    flocks  and  herds  were  not  few, 
She  gave  him  her  hand, and  a  kifs  befide, 
And  vow d, fhe d  for  ever  be  true. 
Bonny  Jockey,  blith  and  free, 
Won  her  heart  right  merrily; 
At  Church  fhe  no  more  frowning  cry*d,No,no,it  will  not  do, 
I  cannot,cannot,  wonnot,wonnot,mannot  buckle  too. 


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-    •  Shall  ever  come  to  fear  ye-oj 

But  lavrocks,  whiftling  in  the  air, 
Shall  woo,  like  me,  their  deary-oi 

While  others  herd  their  lambs  and  ewes, 
And  toil  for  warld  s  gear,  my  jo, 

Upon  the  lee  my  pleafure  grows, 
Wi'  you,  my  kind  deary-oi 

Nancys  to  the  green -wood  gane. 


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My  minny,  or  my  aunty? 
With  crowdy-mowdy, they  fed  me, 

Lang-kail,  and  ranty  tanty: 
With  bannocks  of  good  barley  meal, 

Of  thae  there  was  right  plenty, 
With  chapped  ftocks  fou  butter 'd  well; 

And  was  not  that  right  dainty  I 

Altho'  my  father  was  nae  laird, 

*Tis  daffin  to  be  vaunty, 
He  keep  it  ay  a  good  kail -yard, 

A  ha'  houfe,  and   a  pantry:      « 
A  good  blue  bonnet  on  his  head, 

An  owrlay  bout  his  cragy, 
And  ay  until  the  day  he-  died, 

He  rade  on  good  fhanks  nagy. 

Now  wae  and  wander  on  your  fnouti 

Wad  ye  hae  bonny  Xanfy? 
Wad  ye  compare  ye'rfeli  to  me? 

A  docken  till  a  tanfie  I 
I  have  a  wooer  of  mv  ain; 

They  ca'  him  fouple  Sandy; 
And  well  T  wat,his  bonny  mou' 

Is  fweet  like  fugar-csndv. 


Wow,  Nanfyi  what  needs  a'  this  din? 

Do  I  not  ken. this  Sandy? 
I'm  fure  the  chief  of  a'  his  kin 

Was  Rab  the  beggar  randy: 
His  minny,  Meg,upo'  her  back, 

Bare  baith  him  and  his  billy; 
Will  ye  compare  a  nafty  pack 

To  me  your  winfome  Willy? 

My  gutcher  left  a  good  braid  fword, 

Tho'  it  be  auld  and  rufty, 
Yet  ye  may  tak  it  on  my  word, 

It  is  baith  ftout  and  trufty; 
And  if  I  can  but  get  it  drawn, 

WTiich  will  be  right  uneafy, 
I  fhall  lay  baith  my  lugs  in  pawn, 

That  he  fhall  get  a  heezy. 

Then  Nanfv  turnd  her  round  about, 

And  faid,  did  Sandy  hear  ye, 
Ye  wadna'mifs  to  get  a  clout; 

I  ken  he  defna  fear  ye: 
Sae,had  ye'r  tongue,  and  fay  nae  mair; 

Set  fomewhere  elfe  your  fancy; 
For  as  lang's  Sandys  to  the  fore, 

Ye  never  fhall  get  Nanfy. 


Plink  o'er  the  barn,fweet  Bettie. 


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Altho'  my  fancy  were  roving, 
Thy  charms  fo  heav'nly  appear, 

That  other  beauties  difproving, 
I'd  worfhip  thine  only,  my  dear! 

And  fhou'd  life's  forrows  embitter 
The  pleafure  we  promis'd  our  loves, 

To  fhare  them  together  is  fitter, 

"     Than  moan  afunder,  like  doves. 


Ohi  were  I  but  once  fo  bleffed, 

To  grafp  my  love  in  my  arms! 
By  thee  to  be  grafp'd  I  and  kiffed  1 

And  live  on  thy  heaven  of  charms  1 
I'd  laugh  at  fortune's  caprices, 

Shou'd  fortune  capricious  prove; 
Tho'  death  fhou'd  tear  me  to  pieces 

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Jenny  Nettles,  Jenny  Nettles, 
Singing  till  her  bairny, 

Robin  Rattles  baftard; 
To  flee  the  dool  upo'  the  ftool, 

And  ilka  ane  that  mocks  her, 
She  round  about  feeksRobin  out, 

To  ftap  it  in  Mb  oxter. 

Fy,  fy!  Robin  Rattle, 

Robin  Rattle,  Robin  Rattle, 
Fy,  fy!  Robin  Rattle, 

Ufe  Jenny  Nettles  kindly; 
Sc6re  out  the  blame,  and  fhun  the  fhame, 

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Tak  hame  your  wean,  make  Jenny  fain 

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When  abfent  from  the  Nymph. 

Tune  OJean,I  love  thee. 


All  day  I  wander  through  the  groves, 

And  fighing  hear  from  evry  tree 
The  happy  birds  chirping  their  loves ; 

Happy  compar'd  with  lonely  me. 
When  gentle  deep  with  balmy  wings, 

To  reft  fans  evry  wearied  wight, 
A  thoufand  fears  my  fancy  brings, 

That  keep  me  watching  all  the  night. 

Sleep  flies,  while  like  the  Goddefs  fair, 
And  all  the  graces  in  her*  train, 

With,  melting  (miles  and  killing  air, 
Appears  the  caufe  of  all  my  pain  . 


A  while  my  mind  delighted  flies 
OVr  all  her  fweets  with  thrilling  joy, 

Whilft  want  of  worth  makes  doubts  arife 
That  all  my  trembling  hopes  deftroy. 

Thus,  while  my  thoughts  are  fixcl  on  her 

Fm  all  o'er  tranfport  and  defire; 
My  pulfe  beats  high,  my  cheeks  appear 

All  rofes,  and  mine  eyta  all  fire. 
When  to  myfelf  I  turn  my  view, 

My  veins  grow  chill,  my  cheeks  lookwr 
Thus,  whilft  my  fears  my  pains  renew, 

I  fcarcely  look  or  move  a  man. 


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No  more  the  Nymph,  with  haughty  air, 
Refufes  Willy 8  kind  addrefs; 
Her  yielding  blufhes  (hew  no  care, 
But  too  much  fondnefs  to  fupprefe. 
No  more  the  Youth  is  fullen  now, 
But  looks  the  gayeft  on  the  green, 
Whilft  every  day  he  fpies  fome  new 
Surprifing  charms  in  bonny  Jean. 

A  thoufand  tranfports  crowd  his  breaft 
He  moves  as  light  as  fleeting  wind, 
His  former  forrows  feem  a  jeft. 
Now  when  his  Jenny  is  turned  kind; 


Riches  he  looks  on  with  difdain; 
The  glorious  fields  of  war  look  mean; 
The  chearful  hound  and  horn  give  pain; 
If  abfent  from  his  bonny  Jean . 

The  day  he  fpends  in  am'rous  gaze, 
Which  ev'n  in  fjmmer,fhort'ned  feems; 
When  funk  in  downs,  with  glad  ama/.e, 
He  wonders  at  her  in  his  dreams. 
,A11  charms  difclosri  fhe  iooks  more  bright 
Than  Troy's  prize,  the  Spartan  Queen; 
With  breaking  day,  he  lifts  his  fight, 
And  pants  to  be  with  bonny  Jean. 


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If  fhe  admire  a  martial  mind, 

I'll  fheath  my  limbs  in  armour; 
If  to  the  fofter  dance  inclm'd, 

With  g.iyeft  airs  I'll  charm  her: 
If  fhe  love  grandeur,  day*  and  night, 

I'll  plot  my  nation's  glory, 
Find  favour  in  my  prince's  fight, 

And  fhine  in  future  ftory. 


Beauly  can  wonders  work  with  eafe, 

Where  wit  is  correfponding; 
Arid  braveit  men  know  beft  to  pleafe, 

With.complaifance  abounding. 
My  bonny  Maggys  love  can  turn 

Me  to  what  fhape  fhe  pleafes; 
If  in  her  breaft  that  flame  fhall  burn, 

Which  in  my  bofom  blazes  . 


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all       her       charms.  O  let        me,    e  _  ver        fond,        be   _ 


O  come,  my  love!  and  bring-  a-new 

That  gentle  turn  of  mind  ,* 
That  gracefulnefs  of  air,  in  you, 

By  nature's  hand  defign'd ; 
That  beauty  like  the  blufhing  rofe, 

Frrft  lighted  up  this  flame; 
Which,  like  the  fun,  for  ever  glows 

Within  my  breaft  the  fame. 

Ya  Light  Coquets!  ye  Airy  Things! 

How  vain  is  all  your  art! 
Hew-  feldom  it  a  lover  brings! 

How  rarelv  keeps  a  heart! 


O  gather  from  my  Nelly's  charms, 
That  fweet,  that  graceful  «afe; 

That  blufhing  onodeftv  that  warms; 
That  native  art  to  pleafe! 

Come  then,  my  love!  O  come  along, 

And  feed  me  with  thy  charms; 
Come,  fair  infpirer'of  my  fong, 

O  fill  my  longing  arms! 
A  flame  like  mine  can  never  die, 

While  charms,  fo  bright  as  thine, 
So  heav'nly  fair, both  pleafe  the  eye, 

And  fill  the  foul  divine! 


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Thro'  the  lang  muir  I  have    follow  cl  him  hame, 
Whatever  betide  us,  nought  fhall  divide  us, 
Love  now  rewards  all  my  forrow  and  pain. 

Here   awa',  there  awa',  here  awa*,  Willie; 
Here   awa',  there  awa%  here  awa%  hame . 
Come,Love,  believe  me,  nothing  can  grieve  me, 
Ilka  thing  pleafes  while  Willie's  at  hame. 

The  Blithfome  Bridal. 


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And  there  will  be  Saundy  the  futor, 

And  Will  wi9  the  tneikle  mou, 
And  thrre  will  be  Tain  the  blutter, 

With  Andrew  the  tinkler,  I  trow; 
And  there  will  be  bowel  legged  Robie, 

With  thumblefs  Katie's  goodman, 
And  there  will  be  blew  cheeked  Dobbie, 

And  Lawrie  the  laird  of  the  land. 

And  there  will  be  fow- libber  Patie, 

And  plucky  fae'd  Wat  i'  the  mill, 
Capper -nos^d  Francie,and  Gibbie. 

That  wins  in  the  how  of  the  hill; 
And  there  will  be  Alafter  Sibby, 

Wha  in  with  black  Be ffie  did  mool, 
With  fnivelling  Lilly  and  Tibby, 

The  lafs  that  ftands  aft  on  the  ftool. 

And  Madge  that  was  buckled  to  Steenie, 

And  coft  him  gray  breeks  to  his  a  _, 
Wha  after  was  hangit  for  ftealing, 

Great  mercy  it  happen'd  nae  warfe; 
And  there  will  be  gleed  Geordy  Janners, 

And  Kirfh  with  the  lilly,  white-leg, 
Wha  gade  to  the  fouth  for  manners, 

And  plaid   the  fool  in  Mons-meg. 

And  there  will  be  Judan  Maclawrie, 
.  And  blinkin  daft  Barbara  Macleg, 
Wi' flea -lugged  fharny  faccl  Lawrie, 

And  fhangy-moucl  halucket  Meg; 
And  there  will  be  happer  a   _     Nancie, 

And  fairy-fae'd  Flowrie  by  name, 
Muck  Mad  ie,  and  fat-hippit  Girfy, 

The  lafs  wi' the  gowden  wame. 


And  there  will  be  Girn -again  Gibbv, 

With  his  glakit  wife  Jeany  Bell, 
And  miiled-fhinnd  Mungo  Macapie, 

The  lad  that  was  fkipper  himfel . 
There  lads  and  laffes  in  pearling^. 

Will  feaft  in  the  heart  of  the  ha", 
On  fvbows  and  rifarts  and  cartings, 

That  are  baith  fodden  and  raw. 

And  there  will  be  fadges  and  brachan. 

With  fouth  of  good  gabbocks  of  fkate, 
Powfowdie,  and  drammock  and  crowd;'  . 

And  caller  nowt-feet  in  a  plate; 
And  there  will  be  partans  and  buckies. 

And  whitens  and  fpeldings  enew, 
With  fingit  fheep-heads  and  a  hagffies. 

And  fcadlips  to  fup  till  you  fpew. 

And  there  will  be  tapper 'd  milk  kebbucks 

And  fowens,and  farles,  and  baps,  - 
With  fwats  and  well  fcraped  paunches, 

And  brandy  in  ftoups  and  in  ops; 
And  there  will  be  meal-kail  and  porragt, 

With  fkink  to  fup  till  ye  rive, 
And  roafts  to  roafton  a  brander, 

Of  flewks  that  were  taken  alive. 

Scrapt  haddocks, wilks,dulfe  and  tangle. 

And  a  mill  of  good  fnifhing  to  prie, 
When  weary  with  eating  and  drinking, 

We'll  rife  up  and  dance  till  we  d  ie; 
Then  fye  let  us  a'  to  the  bridal, 

For  there  will  be  lilting  thtre, 
For  Jock'll  be  married  to  Maggie, 

The  lafs  with  the  gowden  hair. 


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Our  flocks  feeding  clofe  by  his  fide, 

He  gently  preffing  my  hand, 
1  viewed  the  wide  world  in  its  pride, 

And  laugh'd  at  the  pomp  of  command! 
Mv  dear,-  he  wou'd  oft  to  me   fay, 

What  makes  you  hard  hearted  to  me? 
Oh.  why  do  yo u  thus  turn  away, 

From  him  who  is  dving  for  thee? 
•S;tt-  merry*  <^c. 


But  now  he  is  far  from  my  fight, 

Perhaps  a  deceiver  may  prove, 
Which  makes  me  lament  day  and  night, 

That  ever  I  granted  my  love . 
At  eve,  when  the  reft  of  the  folk 

Are     merrily  feated  to  fpin, 
I  fet  myfelf  under  an  oak, 

And  heavily  fighed  for  him  . 
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When  wand  ring  o'er  the  flowVv  park, 

No  nat'ral  beauty  wanting, 
How  lightfome  is  t  to  hear  the  lurk, 

And  birds  in  concert  chanting.1 
But  if  my  Chrifty-  tunes  her  voice, 

I  m  rapt  in  admiration; 
My  thoughts  with  ecftafies  rejoice, 

And  drap  the  haill  creation. 

Whene  er  fhe  fmiles  a  kindly  glance, 

I  take  the  happy  omen, 
And  aften  mint  to  make  advance, 

Hoping  fhe'U  prove  a  woman: 
But,  dubious  of  my  ain  defert, 

My  fentiments  I  fmother; 
With  fecret  fifths  I  vex  my  heart, 

For  fear  fhe  love  another. 


Thus  fang  blate  Edie  by  a  burn, 

His  Chrifty  did  o'erhear  him; 
She  doughtna  let  her  lover  mourn, 

But  e'er  he  wift  drew  near  him. 
She  fpake  her  favour  with  a  look, 

Which  left  nae  room  to  doubt  her; 
He  wifely  this  white  minute  took, 

And  Bang  his  arms  about  her. 

My  Chrifty!  __  witnefs,  bonny  ftream, 

Sic  joys  frae  tears  arifing, 
I   wifh  this  mayha  be  a  dream; 

O  love  the  maift  furprifing: 
Time  was  too  precious  now  for  tank; 

This  point  of  a'  his   wifhes 
He  wadna  with  fet  fpeeches  bauk,  • 

But  warcl  it  a' on   kiffes. 


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I  hae  feven  good  owfen  ganging  in  a  pleugh, 
Ganging  in  a  pleugh,  and  linking  o'er  the  lee; 
And  gin  ye  winna  tak  me,  1  can  let  ye  be. 

I  hae  a  good  ha  houfe,  a  barn, and  a  byre, 
A  ftack  afore  the  door;  I'll  make  a  rantin  fire, 
I'll  make  a  rantin  fire,  and  merry  fhall  we  be; 
And  gin  ye  winna  tak  me,  I  can  let  ye  be. 

Jeany  faid  to  Jocky,  Gin  ye  winna  tell, 
Ye  fhall  be  the  lad,  I'll  be  the  lafs  myfell. 
Ye're  a  bonny  lad,  and  I'm  a  laffie  free, 
Ye're  welcomer  to  tak  me  than  to  let  me  be. 

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As  e'er  was  born  in  Scotland  fair; 
But  now  poor  man!  he's  e'engane  wood, 
Since  Jenny  has  gart  him  deipair. 
Young  Jocky  was  a  piper's  fon, 
And  fell  in  love  when  he  was  young; 
But  a"*  the  fprings  that  he  could  play. 
Was  o'er  the  hiLls,and  far  away. 

And  it's  o'er  the  hills,  tic. 

He  fung  -When  firft  my  Jennys  face 
I  faw,  fhe  feenicl  fae  f  u'  of  grace,  ' 
With  meikle  joy  my  heart  was  fillcl, 
That's  now,  alasl  with  forrow  kilTd. 
Ohl  was  fhe  but  as  true  as  fair, 
Twad  put  an  end  to  my  defpair; 
Inftead  of  that  fhe  is  unkind, 
And  wavers  like  the  winter  wind . 
And  it's  o'er  the  hills,  &c. 

Ahi  cou'd  fhe  find  the  difmal  wae, 
That  for  her  fake  I  undergae, 
She  cou'd  nae  chufe  but  grant  relief. 
And  put  an  end  to  a'  mv  grtef . 


But  ohl  fhe  is  as  faufe  as  fair, 
Which  caufes  a'  my  fighs  and  care; 
But  fhe  triumphs  in  proud  difdain, 
And  takes  a  pleafure  in  mv.pain. 
And  it's  o'er  the  hills,  &c. 

Hard  was  my  hap,  to  fa'  in  love 
With  ane  that  does  fae  faithltfs  prove; 
Hard  was  my  fate  to  court  a  maid, 
That  has  my  conftant  heart  betray'd. 
A  thoufand  times  to  me  fhe  fwore, 
She  wad  be  true  for  evermore. 
But,  to  my  grief,  alake,  I  fay, 
She  ftaw  my  heart  and  ran  away. 

And  it's  o'er  the  hills, &c~. .. 

Since  that  fhe  will  nae  pity  take, 
I  maun  gae  wander  for  her  fake, 
And, in  ilk  wood  and  gloomy  grove, 
I'll  fighing  fing.  Adieu  to  love; 
Since  fhe  is  faufe  whom  1  adore, 
I'll  never  truft  a  woman  more; 
Frae  a'  their  charms   I'll  flee  away, 
And  on  my  pipe  I'll  fweetlv  play 

O'er  hills,  and  dales, and  far  away,&c« 


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And  when  *he  beam .^  are  kindly  warming,      Hafte  to  my  arms,  and  there  Til  guard 
Blythnefs  appears  o'er  all  the  fields,  Wi'free  confent  my  fears  repel;    (thee; 

And  Nature  looks  more  freth  Ac  charming,    I'll  wi' my  love  and  care  reward"  thee . 
Learn  frae  the  burns  that  trace  thf  mead,  Thus  fang  I  faftly  to  my  fair, 

Tho'  on  their  banks  the  rofes  bloffom,      Who  rais'd  my  hopes  with  kind  relenting-. 
Yet  haftily  they  flow  to  Tweed,  O  queen  of  fmiles,  I  afk  nae  mair, 

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All  their  fecret  charms  difclofes; 
Sweet's  the  time,  ah!  fhort's  the  meafure; 
O  their  fleeting  hafty  pleafure! 
Quickly-  we  muft  fnatch  the  favour 
Of  their  foft  and  fragrant  flavour; 
They  bloom  to-day, and  fade  to-morrow, 
Droop  their  heads,  and  die  in  forrow. 


Time,  my  Befs,  will  leave  no  traces 
Of  thofe  beauties,  of  thofe  graces; 
Youth  and  love  forbid  our  fraying; 
Love  and  youth  abhor  delaying; 
Deareft  maid,  nay,  do  not  fly  me; 
Let  your  pride  no  more  deny  me; 
Never  doubt  your  faithful  Willie: 
There's  my  thumb,  I'll  ne'er  beguile  thee. 


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As  metals  in  the  mine; 


While  Cupid  at  my  heart, 


Age  from  no  face  takes  more  away,         Still,as  his  mother  favoured  you, 
Than  youth  concealed  in  thine:  Threw  a  new  flaming  dart. 


But  as  your  charms  infenfibly 
To  their  perfection  prefs'd; 

So  love  as  unperceivcl  did  fly, 
And  center'd  in   mv  b  re  aft. 


Each  gloried  in  their  wantpn  part; 

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She's  frefh  as  the  fpring,  and  fweet  as  Aurora, 
When  birds  mount  and  fing,  bidding  day  a  goodmorrow: 
The  fwart  of  the  mead,  enamell'd  with  daifies, 
Look  wither'd  and  dead,  when  twinned  of  her  graces. 

But  if  fhe  appear  where  verdures  invite  her, 
The  fountains  run  clear, and  flow'rs  fmell  the  fweeter: 
'Tis  heaven  to  be  by  when  her  wit  is  a  flowing; 
Her  fmiles  and  bright  eye  fet  my  fpirits  a  glowing. 

The  mair  that  I  gaze,  the  deeper  I'm  wounded; 
Struck  dumb  with  amaze,  my  mind  is  confounded: 
I'm  all  in  a  fire,  dear  maid,  to  carefs  ye; 
For  a'  my  defire  is  John  Hays  bonny  laffie. 


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My  fhape,  fhe  fays,  was  handfome, 

My  face  was  fair  and  clean, 
But  now  1  in  bonny  brucket, 

And  blue  beneath  the    een, 
'My  eyes  were  bright  and  fparkling, 

'Before  that  they  turn'd  blue; 
But  now  they're  di  11  with  weeping, 

And  a\  My  Lov-,  for  you. 

My  perfon  it  was  comely, 

"My  fhape  they  faid  was  neat; 
out  now  I  am  quite  changed, 
My  Stays  they  winna'  meet . 
"A'  night  I  flceped  foundly, 
'My  mind  was  never  fad; 
But  now  my  reft  is  broken, 
"Wi'  thinking  o'  my  lad . 


"O  could  T  live  in  darknefs, 

"Or  hide  me  in  the  fea, 
"Since  my  love  is  unfaithful, 

"And  has  forfaken  me! 
^No  other  love   I  fuffer'd 
"Within  my  breaft  to  dwell; 
Tn  nought  I  have  offended 
But  loving  him  too  well. 

Her  lover  heard  her  mourning, 

As  by  he  chane'd  to  pafs; 
And  prefs'd  unto  his  bofom 
The  lovely  brucket  lafs. 
"My  dear,  he  faid,**ceafc  grieving; 
v-  "Since  that  your  lovoV  fo  true* 
'My  bonny,  brucket  lafsie,  ' 
"I'll  faithful  pruve  to  you" 


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While  his  flock  near  me  lay; 
He  gather'd  in  my  fheep  at  night, 
And  chear'd  me  a'  the  day. 
O  the  broom, &c. 

He  tun'd  his  pipe  and  reed  fae  fweet, 

The  hirds  ftood  lift'ning  by; 
Ev'n  the  dull  cattle  ftood  and  gaz'd, 
'Charm'd  wi'  his  melody. 
O  the  broom,&c. 

While  thus  we  (pent  our  time,  by  turns 
Betwixt  our  flocks  and  play, 

I  envy'd  not  the  f aire  ft  dame, 
Tho'  ne'er  fo  rich  and  gay. 
O  the  broom,  &c. 


Hard  fatei  that  I  fhou'd  banifh'd  be, 

Gang  heavily  and  mourn, 
Becaufe  I  lov'd  the  kindeft  fwain 

That  ever  yet  was  born! 
O  the  broom,  &c. 

He  did  oblige  me  ev'ry  hour; 

Cou'd  I  but  faithfu'  be? 
He  ftaw  my  heart;  cou'd  I  refufe 

Whate'er  he  afk'd  of  me? 
O  the  broom, &c. 

My  doggie,  and  my' little  kit, 
That  held  my  wee  foup  whey, 

My  plaidy,  broach,  and  crooked  ftick, 
May  now  ly  ufelefs  by. 
O  the  broom,&c. 


Adieu,  ye  Cowdenknows,  adieu, 
Farewel  a'  pleafures  there; 

Ye  gods,reftoreme  to  my  fwain, 
1 8  a'  1  crave,  or  care. 
O  the  broom,&c. 


To  the  foregoing   Tone. 


WHEN  fummer  comes,  the  fwains  on  Yet  more  delightful  is  thfc  broom 

Sing  their  fuccfeful  loves,   (Tweed  So  fair  on  Cowdenknows; 

Around  the  ewes  and  lambkins  feed,  For  fure,fo  frefh,  fo  bright  a  bloom? 

And  mufic  fills  the  groves.  Elfewhere  there  never  grows. 


But  my  lov'd  fong  is  then  the  broom 
So  fair  on  Cowdenknows; 

For  fure  fo  fweet,  fo  foft  a  bloom 
Elfewhere  there  never  grows. 

There  Colin  tund  his  oaten  reed, 
And  won  my  yielding  heart; 

No  fhepherd  e'er  that  dwelt  on  Tweed 
Cou'd  play  with  half  fuch  art.     * 

He  fung  of  Taj-,  of  Forth,  and  Clyde, 
The  hills  and  dales  all  round, 

Of  Leaderhaughs  and  Leaderfide, 
Ohi  how  I  blefs'd  the  found. 


Not  Tiviot  braes,fo  green  and  gay, 
May  with  this  broom  compare, 

Not  Yarrow  banks  in  flow'ry  May, 
Nor  the  bufh  aboon  Traquair. 

More  pleafing  far  are  Cowdenknows, 

My  peaceful  happy  home! 
Where  I  was  wont  to  milk  my  ewes, 

At  ev'n  among  the  broom. 

Ye  powers  that  haunt  the  woods  and  plains 
Where  Tweed  with  Tiviot  flows, 

Convey  me  to  the  beft  of  fwains, 
And  my  lov'd  Cowdenknows. 


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And  mix  thy  t^ars  and  fighs  with  mine; 
Awake  the  ha:p  to  doleful  lays, 
And   footh  n,y  foul  with  Ofcars  praife. 

The  fhell  is  ceus'd'  in  Ofcars  hall, 
Since  gloomy  Kerbar  wrought  his  fall; 
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Nor  hears  the  crv  of  Ofcar's  hounds. 


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Tnconftant  lovers  may  beguile, 
But  to  my  lafs  I'll  conftant  be, 
Nor  fhall  her  abfence  alter  me. 
Though  laid  on  India's  burning  coaft, 
Or  on  the   wide  Atlantic  toft, 
My  mind  from  Love  no  Pow'r  could  free. 
Nor  could  her  abfence  alter  me . 

See  how  the  flowr  that  courts  the  fun, 
Purfue8  him  till  his  race  is  run! 
See  how  the  needle  feeks  the  Pole, 
Nor  diftance  can  its  pow'r  controuli 
Shall  lifelefs  flow'rs  the  fun  purfue, 
The   needle  to  the  Pole  prove  true; 
Like  them  fhall  I  not  faithfurbe, 
Or  fhall  her  abfence  alter  me? 


Afk,  who  has  feen  the  turtle  dove 
Unfaithful  to  its  marrow  prove? 
Or  who  the  bleating  ewe  has  feen 
Defert  her  lambkin  on  the  green? 
Shall  beafts  and  birds,  inferior  far 
To  us,  difpkiv  their  love  and  care? 
Shall  they  in  Union  fwe-et  agree, 
And  fhall  her  abfence  alter  me? 

For  Conq  ring  Love  is  ftrong  as  Death, 
Like  veh'ment  flames  his  poWrful  breath, 
Thro  floods  unmovd  his  courfe  he  keeps. 
Evn  thro'  the  Sea's  devouring  deeps. 
His  veh  ment  flames  my  bofom  burn, 
Unchang'd  they  bla/e  till  thy  return; 
My  faithful  Jefsy  then  fhall  fee, 
Her  abfence  has  not  alter'd  me. 


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And  age,  life's,  winter,  will  appear; 
At  this,  thy  living  bloom  will  fade, 
As  that,will  ftrip  the  verdant  fhade," 
Our  tafte  of  pleafure  then  is  o'er, 
The  feathered  fongfters  are  no  more; 
And  when  they  droop,  and  we  decay, 
Adieu  the  birks  of .  Invermay . 

Behold  the  hills  and  vales  around,  - 
With  lowing  herds  and  flocks  abound; 
The  wanton  kids,  and  frifking  lambs, 
Gambol  and  dunce  about  their  dams; 


The  bufy  bees  with  humming  noife, 
And  all  the  reptile  kind  rejoice: 
Let  us,  like  them,  then  fing  and  play 
About  the  birks  of  Invermay. 

Hark,  how  the  waters,  as  they  fall, 
Loudly  my  love  to  gladnefs  call; 
The  wanton  waves  fport  in  the  beams,  . 
And  fifhes  play  throughout  the  ftreams, 
The  circling  fun  does  now  advance, 
And  all  the  planets  round  him  dance: 
Let  us  as  jovial  be  as  they, 
Among  the  birks  of  Invermay. 


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Ah.  no!  her  forms  too  heavnly  fair, 
Her  love  the  gods  above  muft  fhare; 
While  mortals  with  defpair  explore  her, 
And  at  a  diftance  due  adore  her. 
O  lovely  maid!  my  doubts  beguile, 
Revive  and  blefs  me  with  a  fmile: 
Alas!  if  not,  you'll  foon  debar  a 
Sighing  Twain  the  banks  of  Yarrow. 


Be  hufh,ye  fears,  I'll  not  defpair, 
My  Mary's  tender  as  fhe's  fair; 
Then  Fll  go  tell  her  all  mine  anguifh, 
She  is  too  good  to  let  me  latiguifh: 
With  fuccefs  crown 'd,  I'll  not  envy 
The  folks  who  dwell  above  the  fky; 
When  Mary  Scot  s  become  my  marrow.i 
We'll  make  a  pardife  of  Yarrow. 


Down  the  burn,  Davie 


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Now  Davie  did  each  lad  furpafs, 

That  dwelt  on  yon  burn  fide, 
And  Mary  was  the  bbnnieft  lafs, 

Juft  meet  to  be  a  bride; 
Her  cheeks  were  rofy,  red  and  white, 

Her  een  were  bonny  blue; 
Her  looks  were  like  Aurora  bright, 

Her  lips  like  dropping  dew. 

As  down  the  burn  they  took  their  wa\y 
What  tender  tales  they  faidl 

His  cheek  to  hers  he  aft  did  lay, 
And  with  her  bcfom  playcl; 


Till  baith  at  length  impatient  grown 

To  be  mair  fully  bleft, 
In  yonder  vale  they  lean'd  them  down*, 

Love  only  faw  the  reft. 

What  pafscl,  Iguefs  was  harmlefs  pla\  , 

And  naithing  fure  unmeet; 
For  ganging  hame,  I  heard  them  fay, 

They  lik'd  a  wa'k  fae  fweet: 
And  that  they  aften  fhou'd  return, 

Sic  pleafure  to  renew,  *   * 
Quoth  Mary,  Love,  I  like  the  burn, 

And  ay  fhall  follow  you. 


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Oft  in  the  thick  embowring  groves, 

Where  birds  their  muflc    chirp  aloud, 
Alternately  we  lung  our  loves, 

And  Fortha's  fair  meanders  viewcl. 
The  meadows  wore  a  gen'ral  fmile, 
Love   was  our  banquet  all  the  while; 
The  lovely  profpect  charm d  the  eye, 
To  where  the  ocean  met  the  fky. 

Once  on  the  graf/y  bank  reclined, 

WThere  Forth  ran  by  in  murmurs  deep, 

It  was  my  happy  chance  to  find 
The  charming  Mary  lull'd  afleep; 


My  heart  then  leap'd  with  inward  blifs, 
I  foftly  ftoop,d,and  ftole  a  kifs; 
She  wak'd,fhe  blufh,d,and  gently  blamcl, 
Why,  Damon,  are  you  not  afhamcl? 

Ye  fylvan  powers,  ye  rural  gods, 

To  whom  Ki  iwains  our  cares  impart, 
Reftore  me  to  thefe  bleft  abodes, 

And  eafe,  oh!  eafe  my  love-fick  heart: 
Thefe  happy  days  again  reftore, 
When  Mary  and  I  ihall  part  no  more, 
When  fhe  fhall  fill  thefe  longing  arms, 
And  crown  mv  blifs  with  all  hc-r  charms. 


O   Saw  ye   mv   Father: 

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Mother,  But    I    faw    your      true     love      John. 


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Its  now  ten  at  night,  and  the  ftars  gi'e  nae   light, 

And  the  bells  they  ring,ding  dong; 
He's  met  wi'  fome  delay,  that  caufeth  him  to  ftay, 

But  he  will  be  here  ere  long. 

The  furly  auld  carl  did   naething  but  fnarl, 
•  ~     And  Johny's  face  it  grew  red; 
Yet  tho'  he  often  figh'd,  he  ne'er  a  word  reply'd, 
Till  all  were  afleep  in  bed. 

Vo  Johny  rofe,  and  to  the  door  he  goes, 

And  gently  tirled  the  pin; 
The  laffie  taking  tent,  unto  the  door  fhe  went, 

And  fhe  open'd,  and  let  him  in. 

And  are  you  come  at  laft,  and  do  I  hold  ye  faft, 

And  is  my  Johny  true! 
T  have  nae  time  to  tell,  but  fae  lang's  I  like  myfell, 

Sae  lang  fhall  I  love  you. 

Flee  up, flee  up,  my  bonny  gray  cock, 

And  craw  when  it  is  day; 
Your  neck  fhall  be  like  the  bonny  beaten  gold, 

And  your  wings  of  the  filver  gre}% 

The  cock  prov'd  falfe,  and  untrue  he  was, 

For  he  crew  an  hour  o'er  foon; 
The  lafiie  thought  it  day,  when  fhe  fent  her  love  away. 

And  it  was  but  a  blink  of  the  moon. 


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The  warly  race  may  riches  chafe,  For  you  fae  doufe.  ye  fneer  at  this, 

An' riches  (till  may  fly  them,0;  Ye'er  nought  but  ft  nfelefs  affes,0: 

An'  tho'  at  laft  they  catch  them  faft,  Th<    wife  ft  Man  the  warl'  faw, 

Their  hearts  can  ne'er  enjoy  them,0.  Hr  dearly  lov'd  the  laffes,  O. 

Green  grow,  &c.  Green  grow,  &c. 


But  gie  me  a  canny  hour  at  e'en, 
My  arms  about  my  Dearie, O; 

An*  warly  cares,  an'  warly  men, 
May  a'  gae  tapfalti  erie,  Ol 
Green  grow,  &c. 


Auld  Nature  fwears,  the  love.ly  Dears 
Her  noble  ft  work  {h.Q  claffes,Or 

Her  prentice  han'  the  try'd  on  man, 
An'  then  fhe  made  the  laffes,  O. 
Green  grow,  &c . 


Loch  Eroch  Side. 


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How  kind  her  looks,  how  bit  ft  was  1, 

While  in  my  arras   I  prefs'd  h<  r. 
And  fhe  her  wifhes  fc&rcc  conceald, 

As  fondly  1  carefs'd  her. 
Siu  faid,  If  that  your  heart  be    true, 

If  conftantly  you'll  love  me, 
I  heed  not  cares,  nor  fortunes  frowns; 

Nor  ought  but  death  fhall  move  me, 

To   the    forego 

"V TOUNG   Pfggy  blooms  our  bonieft  l;tfs 
JL  Her  blufh  is  like  the  morning1, 
The  rofv  dawn, the   fpringing  grafs, 

With  early  gems  adorning: 
H<  r  eyes  outfhine  the    radiant  beams 

That  gild  the  paffing  fhowcr, 
And  glitter  o'er  the  chrvftal  ftreams, 

And  chear  each  frefti'ning  flower. 


But  faithful,  loving, true  and  kind, 

Forever  \ou  fhall  find  me; 
And  of  our  meeting  here  fo  fweet, 

Loch  Eroch  Side  will  mind  me. 
Enraptur'd  then, 'My  Lovely  Lafsi 

I  cry'd,  no  more  we'll  tarry 
We'll  have  the  fair  Loch  Eroch  Side; 

For  Lovers  foon  fhould  marry!k 

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Su  h  fwectriefs  would  relent  her, 
As  blooming  fpring  unbends  the  brow 

Of  furly,   favage    winter. 
Dt  traction's  eye  no  aim  can  gain 

Her  winning  pow'rs  to  lefsen; 
i£nd  fretful     envv  grins  in  vain, 

The  peifon'd  tooth  to  faften . 


Her  lips  more  than  the  cherries  bright,  Ye  Pow'rs  of  Honor,  Lc^e  and  Truth, 


A  richer  die   has  grae'd  them, 
They  charm  th'  admiring  gazers  fight 

And  fweet  ly  tempt  to  tafte  them: 
Her  fmile   is    is  the  ev'ning  mild, 

When  featured  pairs  are  courting', 
And  little    lambkins    wanton   wild. 

In  pla\  ful  bands  di/pcrtitur. 


From  evry  ill  defend  her; 
Infpire  the  highly  favor'd  Youth 

The  diftinies  in,te  nd  her; 
Still  fan  the  fweet   connubial  flame 

IHefponfive  in  each  bofom; 
'     .   bh  fs  the  dear  parental  name 
manv  a   filial  bfofsom. 


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Of  half  an  eftate,  the  prey  of  a  main, 
The  drunkard  and  gamefter  tumble  and  tofs, 

Wifhing  for  calmnefs  and  flumber  in  vain . 
Be  my  portion  health,  and  quietnefs  of  mind, 

Plac'd  at  due  diftance  from  parties  and  ftate, 
Where  neither  ambition,  nor  avarice  blind, 

Reach  him  who  has  happinefs  linkd  to  his  fate. 


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No  maid  feem'd  ever  kinder; 
I  thought  myfelf  the  luckieft  lad, 

So  fweetly  there  to  find  her. 
I  tryd  to  footh  my  am'rous  flame, 

In  words  that  I  thought  tender: 
If  more  there  pafs'd,  I'm  not  to  blame, 

I  meant  not  to  offend  her. 

Yet  now  fhe  fcomful  flees  the  plain, 
The  fields  we  then  frequented; 

If  e'er  we  meet,  fhe  {hews  difdain, 
She  looks  as  ne'er  acquainted. 


The  bonny  bufh  bloomd  fair  in  may. 
Its  fweets  Fll  ay  remember; 

But  now  her  frowns  make    it  decay; 
It  fades  as  in  december. 

Ye  rural  pow'rs,  who  hear  my  (trains,, 

Why  thus  fhould  Peggy  grieve  me? 
Ohi  make  her  partner  in  my  pains; 

Then  let  her  fmiles  relieve  me . 
If  not,  my  love  will  turn  defpair, 

My  paffion  no  more  tender! 
I'll  leave  the  bufh  aboon  Traquair, 

To  lonely  wilds  I'll  wander. 


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I  faid,  my  .laffie,  will  ye  go 

To  the  highland  hills  the  earfe  to  learn? 
I'll  baith  gi'e  thee  a  cow  and  ew, 

When  ye  come  to  the  brig  of  earn. 
At  Leith,  auld  meal  comes  in,  ne'er  fafh, 

And  herrings  at  the  Broomy-Law; 
Chear  up  your  heart,  my  bonny  lafs, 

There's  gear  to  win  we  never  faw. 

All  day  when  we  have  wrought  enough, 
When  winter  frofts^and  fnaw  begin, 

Soon  as  the  fun  gaes  weft  the  loch, 
At  night  when  you  fit  down  to  fpin, 


I'll  fcrew  my  pipes,  and  play  a  fpring: 
And  thus  the  weary  night  will  end, 

Till  the  tender  kid  and  lambkin     bring  ' 
Our  pleafant  fummer  back  again. 

Syne  when  the  trees  are  in  their  bloom, 

And  gowans  glent  o'er  ilka  field, 
I'll  meet  mv  lafs  among  the  broom. 

And  lead  you  to  my  fummer  fhield. 
Then  far  frae  a'  their  fcornfu'  din, 

That  make  the  kindly  hearts  their  fpor 
Well  laugh  and  kifs,and  dance  and  fing> 

And  gar  the  langeft  day  feem  fhort. 


My  Deary,  if  thon  Die. 


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How  fhall  I  lonely  ftrayi 
In  dreary  dreams  (he  night  I'll  wafte, 

In  fighs,  the  filent  day. 
I   ne  er  can  fo  much  virtue  find, 

Nor  fuch  perfection  fee: 
Then  Fll  renounce  all  woman  kind, 

My  Peggy,  after  thee . 

No  new-blown  beauty  fires  my  heart 

With  Cupids  raving  rage; 
But  thine,  which  can  fuch  fweets  impart, 

Muft  all  the  world  engage. 


'Twas  this  that  like  the  morning-fun, 

Gave  Joy  and  life  to  me; 
And  when  it's  deftin'd  day  is  done, 

With  Peggy  let  me  die. 

Ye  powers  that  fmile  on  virtuous  love, 

And  in  fuch  pleafure  fhare; 
You  who  it's  faithful  flames  approve, 

With  pity  view  the  fair: 
Reftore  my  Peggy's  wonted  charms, 

Thofe  charms  fo  dear  to  me! 
Oh!  never  rob  them  from  thefe  arms: 

I'm  loft,  if  Peggy  die. 


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But  fhe,  with  accents  all  divine, 

Did  my  fond  fuit  reprove; 
And  while  fhe* chid  my  rafh  defign, 

She  but  inflam'd  my  love. 
Her  beauty  oft  had  pleas  d  before, 

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

To  charm  my  very  foul. 

Then  who  wou'd  cruelly  deceive, 
Or  from  fuch  beauty  part! 

1  lov'd  her  fo,  T  could  not  leave 
The  charmer  of  tov  heart.         , 


My  eager  fondnefs  I  obey'd, 
Refolv'd  fhe  fhould  be  mine, 

Till  Hymen  to  my  arms  conveyed 
My  tre.afure  fo  divine. 

Now  happy  in  my  Nelly  s  love', 

Tranfporting  is  my  Joy, 
No  greater  bleffing  can  I  prove; 

So  blefs'd  a  man  am  I. 
For  beauty  may  a  while  retain 

The  conquer 'd  fluttring  heart, 
But  virtue  only  is  the  chain 

Holds,  never  to  depart. 


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I  met  our  wealthy  laird  yeftreen, 

Wi'  gou'd  in  hand  he  tempted  me, 
He  prais  'd  my  brow,  my  rolling  een, 

And  made  a  brag  of  what  he  d  gee: 
What  tho'  my  Jocky's  fir  away, 

Toft  up  and  down  the  dinfome  main* 
I'll  "keep  my  heart  anither  day, 

Since  Jocky  may  return  again. 


Nae  mair,  falfe  Jamie,  fing  nae  mair, 

And  fairly  caft  your  pipe  away; 
My  Jocky-  wad  be  troubled  lair, 

To  fee  his  friend  his  Love  betray: 
For  a'  your  fongs  and  verfe  are  vain, 

While  Jocky's  notes  do 'faithful  flow; 
My  heart  to  him  (hall  true  remain, 

I'll  keep  it  for  my  conftant  Jo. 


Bla'  (aft,ye  gales,  round  Jocky's  head, 

And  gar  your  waves  be  calm  and  (till; 
His  hameward  fail  with  breezes  foeed, 

And  dinna  a'  my  plea/ure  (pill! 
What  tho'  my  Jocky's  far  away, 

Yet  he   will  bra' in  filler  {hine; 
I'll  k<up  my  heart  anither  day, 

Since  Jocky  ma\-  a^ain  be  mine. 


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O  Marions  a  .bonny  lafe, 

And  the  blvth  blink's  in  her  eye; 
And  fain  wad  I  marry  Marion, 

Gin  Marion  wad  marry-  me. 

There's  gowd  in  your  garters,  Marion, 
And  filk  on  your  white  haufs-bane; 

Fu  fain  wad  I  marry  my  Marion, 
At  eVn  when  I  come  hamei 

There  s  braw  lads  in  Earnflaw,  Marion, 
Wha  gape,  and  glowr  with  their  eye, 

At  kirk,  when  thy  fee  my  Marion; 
But  nane  of  them  lo'es  Eke  me. 


TVe  nine  milk  ews.my  Marion, 
A  cow  and  a  brawny  quey, 

111  gi'e  them  a'  to  my  Marion 
Juft  on  her  bridal  day; 

And  ye's   get  a  green  fey  Apron, 

And  waiftcoat  of  the  London  brown, 

And  vow  but  ye  will  be  vapring, 
Whene'er  ye  gang  to  the  town  I 

I'm  young  and  ftout,  my  Marion; 

Nane  dances  like  me  on  the  green; 
And  gin  ye  forfake  me,  Marion, 

VR  e'en  gae  draw  up  wi'  Jean: 


Sae  put  on  your  peai  hns,  Marion, 
And  kyrtle  of  the  cramafie; 

And  foon  as   my  chin   has  nae  hair  on, 
I  fhall  come   weft   and  fee  ve. 


Lewis  Gordon. 


Oh!  to  fee  his  tartan -trews,  *"*■ 
Bonnet  blue,  and  laigh-heelcl  fhoes, 
Philabeg  aboon  his  knee: 
Thats  the  Lad  that  Hi  gang  w*. 
Oh  honl  &c. 


The  Princely    youth  that  I  do  mean, 
Is  fitted  for  to  be   a  King: 
On  his  breaft  he  wears  a  ftar: 
You'd  tak  him  for  the  god  of  War. 
Oh  honi  &c. 


Oh,  to  fee  (his  Prinoely  One, 
Seated  on  a  royal  throne '. 
Difafters   a'  woud  difappear; 
Then  begins  the  Jutflee  Year. 
Oh  honi  *ic. 


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My  Peggy  fmiles  fae  kindly, 

Whene'er  I  whifper  love, 

That  I  look  down  on  a' the  town, 

That  I  look  down  upon  a  crown; 

My  PegtjN  fmiles  fae  kindly, 

It  makes  me  blyth  and  bauld; 
And  naithing  giVs  me  fie  delight, 
\s  »  awkins:  of  the  fauld. 


My  Peggy  fings  fae  faftly, 
When  on  my  pipe  I  play, 
By  a*  the  reft  it  is  confeft, 
By  a'  the  reft,  that  fhe  fings  beft: 
My  Peggy  fings  fee  faftly, 

And  in  her  fangs  are  tauldj 

With  ianoctnrf  ,th<;  wal<  of  fenfe, 

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When  dancing  fbe  moves  finely-O 
I  guefs  what  heav'n  is  by  her  eyes, 
Which  fparkle  fo  divine  ly_0 . 
Attend  my  vow,  ye  gods,  while  I 
Breathe  in  the  bleft  Britannia, 
None's  happinefs  I  fhall  envy, 
As  long's  ye  grant  me  Nanny_0. 

My  bonny,    bonny,    Nanny- OJ 
My  lovely  charming  Nanny  _  Oi 
I  care  not  tho*  the  world  know 
How  dearly  I  lov«  Nanny _0  . 


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.   They  broke  ny  Bov\er,  and  flew  my  Knight,&c. 

With  ae  lock  of  his  jet  black  hair,&c. 

I'll  tyc  my  heart  for  ever  mair;&c. 
'  Nae  fly-tongued  vouth,or  flattering  fwain,&c. 

Shall  .e'er  untye  this  knott  again:  <tc. 

Thine  ftill,dear  youth, that  heart  fhallbe,^tc. 

Nor  pant  for  aught  fave  heaven  and  thce.^c. 


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My  aunty  Kate  fits  at  her  wheel, 
And  fair  fhe  lightlies  me; 

But  weel  ken    I, it's  a' envy; 
For  ne'er  a  jo  has  fhe. 
But  let  them  fay,  &c. 


My  coufin  Kate   was  fair  beguil'd 

Wi'  Johnnie  in  the  gl-en; 
And  aye  fince- fine, fhe  cries, Beware 

Of  falft,  deluding  nun. 
But   let  them  fav,  &c. 


Glee'd  Sandy, he  came  waft  ae  night, 

And  fpeer'd  when  I  faw  Peat? 
And  ave  fince-f>ne  the  neighbours  round 

They  jeer  me  air  and  late. 
But  let  them  fay, or  let  them  do, 

Its   a'  ane  to  me; 
For  I'll  gae  to  the  bonny  lad 

That's  waiting  on  me; 
Waiting  on  me,  my  love, 

He's   waiting  on  me; 
For  he's  low  down,  he's  in  the  broom, 

That's  waiting  on  me. 


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Has  Mary  drcciv'd  thee?, 
Did  e'er  her  young  heart  betray 

New  love  to  grieve  thee? 
My  conftant  mind  ne'er  flail  ftray, 

Thou  may  believe  me ; 
I'll  love  thee,  lad,  night  and  day, 

And  n  ver  leave  thee. 

Adonis,  my  charming  youth, 

What  can  relieve  thee? 
On  Man    thy  anguifh  fcothe? 
.This  brriift  fhall  receive    rh.ee. 


My  paffion  can  ne'er  decay, 

Never  deceive  thee; 
Delight  fhall  drive  pain  away, 

Pic  afure  revive  thee  . 

But  leave  thee,  leave  thee,lad, 

How  fhall  I  leave  thee  I 
Oi  that  thought  makes  me  fad; 

I'll  never  leave  thee . 
Where  would  my  Adonis  fh  ? 

Why  does  he  grieve  me  J 
Alas,  mv  poor  heart  will  die, 

If  I  fhould  leave  thee. 


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Ere  Chloe,s  bright  charms  iirft  flafhd  in  my  liew! 
Thofe  eyes  then  with  pleafure  the  dawn  could  furvey, 
Nor  fmilcl  the  fair  Morning  more   chearful  than  they; 
Nowr  fcenes  of  diftrefs   pleafe  only  vay  fight, 
I  m  torturd  in  pleafure,  and  languifh  in  light. 

Thr  '  changes  in  ran  relief  1  purfue, 
All,  all  but  confpire  my  griefs  to  renew; 
From  funfhine  to  zephyrs   and  fhades  we  repair, 
To  funfhine  we  fly  from  too  piercing  an*air; 
But  love's  ardent  fever  burns  always  the  fame, 
No  winter  can  cool  it,  no  fummer  inflame. 

But  fee  the  pale  moon  all  clouded  retires, 
The  breezes  grow  cool;  not Strephon's  defires: 
I  fly  from  the  dangers  of  tempeft  and   wind, 
Yet  nourifh  the  madnefs  that  preys  on  my  mind. 
Ah  wretch ■  How  can  life  be  worthy  thy  care? 
To  lengthen  its   moirents,  but  lengthens  defpair. 


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Laft  night  I  met  him  on  the  bawk,  Let  maidens  of  a  filly  mind 

Where  yellow  corn  was  growing",  Refufe  what  maift  they're  wanting; 

There  mony  a  kindly  word  he  fpake,  Since  we   for  yielding  are  defign'd, 
That  fet  my  heart  a  glowing.  We  chaftely  fhould  be  granting; 

He  kifs*d,and  vowel  he  wad  be  mint,  Then   I'll  comply,  and  marry  Pate, 
And  loo'd  me  be  ft  of  ony;  And  fyne  my  cokcrnony, 

That  gars  me  like  to  fing  finfVne,  He's  free  to  tou/le,  air  or  late, 
'O  corn-riggs  are  bonny?'  Where  corn-riggs  are  bonny. 

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Through  regions  remote,  in  vain  do  I  rove, 
And  bid  the  wide  ocean  fecure  me  from  love; 
O  fool,  to  imagine  that  ought  can  fubdue 
A  love  €o  well  founded,  a  paffion  fo  true! 
O  what  had  my-  youth  with  ambition  to  doi 
Why  left  I  Amynta!  why  broke  I  my  vow! 
O  give  me   my  fheep,  and  my  fheep  hook  reftore, 
I'll  wander  from  love  and  Amynta  no  more. 

Alas!  'tis  too  late  at  thy  fate  to  repine: 

Poor  fhepherdl  Amynta  no  more  can  be  thine; 

Thy  tears  are  all  fruitlefs,thy  wifhes  are  vain; 

The  moments  neglected  return  not  again. 
O  what  had  my  youth  with  ambition  to  doi 
Why  left  I  Amyntai  why  broke  I  my  vow! 
O  gii>  -me   my  fheep,  and  my  fheep  hook  rf  ftore, 
I'll  wander  from  love  and    Amvnta  no  more. 


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Tho' hurricanes  rife,  and  rife  evry  wind, 
They'll  ne'er  make  a  tempeft  like  that  in  my  mind. 
Tho'  loudeft  of  thunderon  louder  waves  roar, 
That s  naithing  like  leaving  my  love  en  the  fhore. 
To  leave  thee  behind  me,  my  heart  is  fair  pain'd; 
By  eafe  that's  inglorious,  no  fame  can  be  gairfd: 
And  beauty  and  love's  the  reward  of  the  brave, 
And  I  inuft  deferve  it  before   I  can  crave. 

Then  glory,  my  Jeany,  maun  plead  my  excufe, 
Since  Honour  commands  me,  how  can  I  refufe: 
Without  it  1  ne'er  can  have  merit  for  thee; 
And  without  thy  favour,  Id  better  not  be; 
I  gae  then, my  lafs,  to  win  honour  and  fame, 
And  if  I  fhould  luck  to  come  glorioufly  hame, 
A  heart  I  will  bring;  thee  with  love  running  o'er, 
And  then   I'll  leave  thee  ard   Lochaber  no  mure. 


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Nor  was  it  my  mothers  defire, 

That  ever  T  puddl'd  my  fingers, 

Wi'  the  mucking  o'  Geordie's  B\-ar. 
The  mucking  &c. 


Mybrither  abufes  me  daily 

For  being,  wi'  Geordic  fo  fret, 

My  fifter  fhe  ca's  me  hoodwinked, 
Becaufe  he's  below  my  degree. 
The  mucking  Sic. 


Though  the  roads  were  ever  fo  filthy,  But  well  do  T  like   fry  young  Geordie, 

Or  the  day,  fo  fcoury  and  foul,  Altho'  he  was  cunning  and  flee; 

I  would  ay  be  ganging  wi' Geordie;  He  ca's   me  his  Dear  and  his  Honey, 

I  lik'd  it  far  better  than  School.  And  I'm   fure  that  my  Geordic  Io<  s  tU 

Tht    mucking  &c.  The  mucking  Sic. 


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Til  get  mv  wee  wifie  fou  neat  and  fou  clean,  A  d  iff  rence  atween  my  wee  wifie  &  me, 

And  a  bonny  wee  bairnie  upon  her  knee,  In  hearts* good  humoui-.altho'fhe  be  teazd, 

That  will  cry,Papa,  or  Daddy,  to  me .  Til  kifs  her  &  clap  her  until  fhe  be  pleas  a" : 
Cho*    Sae  bide  ye  yet,  He.  Cho.    Sae  bid  e  ye  jet,  fee. 


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We  liv'd  full  one-and-twenty  years, 

A  man  and  wife  together; 
At  length  from  me  her  courfe  fhe  fteer'd, 

And  gone  1  know  not  whither: 
Would  I  couW  guefs,  I  do  profefs, 
•  I  fpeak  and  do  not  flatter, 
Of  all  the  women  in  the  world, 

I  never  would  come  at  her. 

Her  body  is  beftowed  well, 

A'handfome  grave  does  hide  her; 
But  fure  her  foul  is  not  in  hell, 

The  de'il  would   ne'er  abide  her. 
I   rather  think  fhe  is  aloft, 

And  imitating*  thunder, 
For  why;  methinks  I  hear  her  voice, 

Tearing  the  clouds  afunder. 


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My  bleffins  upon  thy  bonie  eV  briei 
Thy  fmiles  are  fae  like   my  blyth  Sodger  laddie, 

Thous    ay  the  dearer,  and  dearer  to  me. 
Bur  I'll  big  a  bowr  on  yon  bonie  banks, 

Whare  T\V  rins   wimplin  by  fae  clear; 
And   I'll  deed  thee  in  the  tartan  fae  fine, 

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Coftly  claiths  fhe  had  but  few; 
Of  rings  and  jewels  nae  great  ftore; 
Her  face  was  £ur,  her  love  was  true, 
And  Johnny  wifely  wifhcl  no    more; 
Love s  the  pearl  the  fliepherds  pri/.e; 
O  er  the  mountain,  near  the  fountain, 
Love  delights  the  fhepherd  s  eyes . 
Down  the  burn,  &c. 


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•And  Johnny  coucl  nae  thefe  impart; 
Youthfu'  Mary's  greareft  wealth 
Was  ftill  her  faithfu'  Johnnys  heart:    ' 
Sweet  the  joys   the  lovers  find, 
Great  the  treafure,  fweet  the  pleafure, 
Where  the  heart  is  always  kind. 
Down  the  burn  &c . 


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