BIDE  YE  YET. 

Ill  winter  when  the  rain  rain'd  caiild 
Vaneiy  is  clianning. 

How  Stands  the  Glass  around. 
O  Jcaaie  there's  naething  to  fear  ye. 


^ihisgow-if^rinted  for  the  Bcokselleis. 


EIBE  YE  YET. 


Gin  I  Jiad  a  wee  bouse,  and  a  cant}'^ Wee  fire, 
A  boiiny  wee  wifia^  to  praise  j?nd  admire, 
A  bonny  wee  yardie,  a-side  a  wee  burn, 
Fareweel  to  the  bodies  that  yammer  &  mourn 

Sae  bide  ye  yet,  and  bide  ye  yet, 
Ye  little  ken  what  may  betide  you  yet ; 
Some  bonny  wee  iiody  may  yet  be  my  iot, 
And  ril  ay  be  canty  wi'  thinking  o't.  • 

Wbem  I  gang  afield,  and  come  hame  at 
111  get  my  wee  wifie  fu'  neat  and  fu*  clean, 
And  a  bonny  wee  bairnie  upon  her  knee, 
Tiiat  will  cry  Papa  or  Dady  to  me. 
And  bide  ye  yet,  &c. 

And  if  there  should  happen  ever  to  be 
A  dlfl'rence  a'tween  my  wi' wfie  and  me, 
In  hearty  good  humour,  altho'.she  be  teas'd, 
ril  kiss  her,  and  clap  her,  until  she  be  pleas'd 
And  bide  ye  yet,  &c, 


IN  VVIXTEn.   vVilEN  THE  RAIN  RAIN*D  CAULD 

In  winter  whea  the  rain  rain'cl  cauld. 

And  froot  and  snaw  on  ilka  hill, 
And  Boi'eas  wi'  his  blasts  sae  bauld, 

Was  threatening  a'  our  kye  to  kill, 
Then  Bell  mj  v/ife,  wha  loes  nae  strife, 

She  said  to  me  right  hastily^ 
Get  up  Gudeman,  save  Crnmmy's  life, 

ind  tak  your  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

I 

My  Crummie  is  a  useful  cow. 

And  she  is  conie  of  a  good  kyne  ; 
Aft  has  she  wet  the  bairns*  niou'. 

And  I  am  lalth  that  she  should  tyne ; 
Get  up,  gudeman,  it  is  fil'  time, 

The  sun  shines  in  the  lift  sae  hie 
Slotli  never  made  a  gracious  end, 

Go  tak'  your  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

My  cloak  was  aties  a  gude  grey  cloak, 
When  it  was  fitting  for  my  wear ; 

But  now/  its  scantly  worth  a  groat, 
For  I  have  worn't  this  thretty  year  ; 

Let's  spend  the  gear  that  we  have  won, 
We  little  ken  the  day  we'll  die  ; 

Then  Fli  be  proud,  since  I  hae  sworn 
To  hae  a-new  cloak  about  jne. 


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In  days  when  our  King  Robert  rang, 

His  trews  they  cost  but  half-a-crown> 
He  said  they  were  a  groat  o'er,  dear, 

A.iid  ca*d  the  taylor  thief  and  lown. 
lie  was  the  king  that  wore  a  crown. 

And  thou  the  mm  of  low  degretr, 
"Tis  pride  puts  a'  the  country  down, 

8ae  tak  thy  auid  cloak  about  ye. 

Every  hind  has  it's  ain  laugh, 

Ilk  kind  of  corn  it  has  it's  ain  hooi, 
I  think  the  warld  is  a'  run  wrang^ 

When  ilka  wife  her  man  wad  rule  ; 
Do  ye  not  $ee  Rob,  Jock,  and  Habj 

As  they  are  girded  gallantly  ; 
Whiie  I  sit  hurklin'  in  the  ase, 

rii  hae'  a  new  cloak  about  me* 

Gudeman,  I  wat  *t5s  thirty  years 

Sinc^?  we  did  ane  anither  ken  ; 
And  we  have  had  between  us  twa 

Of  lads  end  bonny  lasses  ten ; 
Now  they  are  women  grown  and  nxe.n, 

I  wish  and  pray  well  may  they  be  ; 
And  i^yoii  prove  a  good  husband. 

E'en  tak'  your  auid  cloak  about  ye. 

Bell  my  wife,  she  lo^es  hae  strife  ; 

But  she  wad  guide  me,  if  she  can, 
And  to  maintain  an  easy  life, 

I  aft  maun  yield,  tho'  Fm  gudeman  ; 


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iglil's  to  b(!had  at  woTnau's  hand, 
Unless  ye  gie  her  a*  the  plea  : 
n  1*11  leave  off  whare  I  began, 
nd  tak  my  auld  cloak  about  ir.e. 


VARIETTY  IS  CHARMING, 

I'm  in  love  with  twenty, 
I'ra  in  love  with  twenty, 

And  could  adore 

As  many  more. 
There  s  nothing  like  a  plenty. 

Variety  is  charming, 
Variety  is  charming, 
A  confitancy 
Is  not  for  me, 
I  So  ladies  take  yonr  wanung. 

^'or  a  man  in  one  love, 
For  a  man  in  one  love, 

He  looks  as  poor 

x\3  any  boor, 
^or  a  man  in  one  love. 

Variety,  &e, 

Kris  grown  old  and  ugly, 
lirls  grown  old  and  ugly, 


They  can't  inspire 
The  same  desire. 
As  when  their  young  and  smugly. 
Variety,  See* 

*^Tis  not  the  grand  regalia, 
*Tis  not  the  grand  regalia, 

Of  eastern  kings, 

That  poets  sings, 
*Biit  O  the  sweet  seraglio. 

Variety,  8ccc 


HOW  STANDS   THE  GLASS  AROUNO^ 

How  stands  the  gl^iss  around  ? 
For  shame,  ye  take  no  care  my  boys. 

Let  mirth  and  wine  abounds 

The  trumpets  sound, 
T'he  colours  they  are  flying,  boys. 

To  fignt,  kill,  or  wdutid-i 

May  We  still  b6  found, 
Content  with  our  hard  fate  my  boys. 

On  the  cold  ground. 

Why,  soldiers,  why, 
ShouM  we  be  melancholy,  boys  ? 
Why,  soldiery,  -^hy  ? 
Whose  business  *tis1iodie? 


What,  sighing  ?  lie  I 
onh  fear\  drink  0^)3  be  joIlVi,  beys, 

*Ti'^  h:%  yon,  oi  I, 

Coid,  h      wtt,  or  dry, 
^e're  always  bound  to  followj  boys. 

And  scorn  to  iiy. 

*Tis  but  in  vain,— 
lean  nor  to  upbraid  you  boys,— 

*Tis  but  in  vain 

For  sold iers  to  compiai n, 
'  Stioald  next  campaign 
id  ns  Ic  him  who  nuKle  lis,  Ijoy^^ 
^We re  free  from  pain, 

'Cut,  if  we  remain, 
!)Otiie  ann  kind  landlady 

Core  all  airain. 


JEANIE^  tI^ERE's  NAETHING  TO  FEAR  YE. 

My  lassie,  our  joy  to  complete  again, 
leet  me  again  in  the  gloaminj  my  dearie  : 
f  down  i'  the  dell  let  us  meet  again, 
Jemiie  there's  naething  to  fear  ye  : 
pe  when  the  wee  bat  flits  silent  an'    rie : 
)e  when  the  pale  face  o'  nature  l^oks  weary 

Love  be  thy  sure  defence, 

Beauty  and  innocence — 
eaiiie.  there's  naething  to  fear 


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Sweetly  bkws  the  haw  an'  the  rowan-'lreej 
Wild  ro.*5es  speck  our  thicket  so  breerie ; 
8ti!i  will  our  bed  in  the  greenwood 

O,  Jeanie  there's ^laethin^  to  fear  j  e, 
Ko*.e  when  the  blackbird  o'  singing  is  we^il 
List  when  the  beetle  bet's  bugle  comes  ntarf 
Then  come  with  fairy  haste, 
Liglit  foot  and  beating  breast- 
Oj  Jea«iie  there's  naething  to  lear  j  e. 

Far,  far,  will  thtv  bogle  and  brownie  be  , 

Beauty  an'  trut^h,  they  darena  come  near 
K'md  love  is  the  tie  of  our  unit\^ 

A'  iiiaun  love  it,  an'  a'  maun  revere  it 
Love  maks  the  sango'  the  woodland  so  cheer 
Love  gars  a'  nature  look  bonnie  that's  neaiiv] 
Love  maks  the  rose  sae  sweet, 
Cowslip  an' violet- — 
O,  Jeanig,  there's  naething  to  fear  ye. 


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