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PREFACE.
""VTOW that the Editor gives this third Volume of The Scots Mufical Mufeum to the Pufclick, he hopes it will not be found
unworthy of the Volumes already Publifhed . As this is not
one of thofe many Publications which are hourly ufhered into the World merely to catch the eye of Fafhion in her frenzy of a day,
the Editor has little to hope or fear from the herd of readers.
Confcicufnefs of the well_knQwn .merit of our Scotifh Mufic, and the national fondnefs of a Scotch_raan for the productions of his own country, are at once the Editor's motive and apology for this Undertaking; and where any of the Pieces in the Collection may perhaps be found wanting at the Critical Bar of the Firft, he ap _ -peals to the honeft prejudices of the Laft.
Materials for the 4. and in all probability the laft Volume are in great forwardnefs .
Ed in? February 2^ 1790
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Entered in Stationer's Hall.
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T -IT IV" m
Index to Volume Third.
Note, the Songs marked B.R. X. 8Cc. are originals by different hands, bat all of them Scots gentlemen, who have favoured the Editor and the Pnblick at large with their compoiitions: thefe marked Z, are old veries, with correc- tions or additions.
Firft line of each Song. Authors
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Ah, why thus abandon'd to mourning and woe _ _ _ ,_ _ 270 l An O my Eppie __ _ _ _ _■_'_•_ _ 290
And ye fhall walk in filk attire _ _ •'_, __ _ __ 249
As over Gladfmuir's blood ftain'd field Hamilton _The Mufic)
by M? Gibbon _ _ J -210 Aa lata by a Sodger I chanced to pafs _ _ " _, _ _ _ _ 277 As on an eminence I ftood a mufing _ _ _ 282
As o'er the Highland hills I hied _ _ W. C. _ ____ 308 Awa whigs awa _ _ _ ____ _ 272
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Beneath a green fhade 1 fand a fair maid _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ 250 By the ftream fo cool and clear _ _ ______ 250
By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth- _ Ramfay _ _ _ 262
Ca' the yowes to the knows _ _ ___ -_ _ _ __ 273
Carl an the king come _____ ______ 248
Ceafe, ceafe my dear friend to explore _ _ T. B . _ __ _ 254
Come gies a fang Montgomery cried. -The Rev? MF Skinner _ _ 298
-Dear Myra the captive ribband's mine _ _ _ _ _ _ 266
Deil tak the wars th.-,t hurried Willy frae me _____ 270
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Fate gave the word, the arrow fpcd .The Mufic by Ml; J. Riddel in Ayr 280 Firft when Maggy was my care _ _ _ _ _ 258
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Gill Morice was an carle's fon _ _ _ _ _ _ ___ 212
Gin living worth could win my heart _ _ 252
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine ___ __ ____ 240
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Hark! yonder eagle lonely wails _ _ DF Fordyce _ 237
Hark the loud tempeft fhakes earth to it's center _ _ T. B. _ _ 226 Hey the bony, hey the bony __ _ _______ 222
Hid from himfelf now by the dawn _ _ Ramfay _____ 260
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I loe nae a laddie Tbut ane _ _ _ _. _ 276
I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lea _____ 283
I gaed a waefu'gate yeftreen _ _ Burns, the Mufic by RobertV
Riddel Efq? of Glenriddel _ j " 3°4 Tn winter when the rain rain'd cauld __ _ _-_ ___ 258
In may when the dailies appear on the green _ _ _ -. _ 286
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Eage In the garb of old Gaul with the fire of old Rome _ SirHarry Erfkine
" the Mufic by Colonel Reid _ _ 218
It fell about the Martinmafs time ________ 3lO
It was in and about the Martinmafs time _ _ _-_■_. - 23 O
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Jamie come try me ________ _ _ _ _ _ 238
John Anderfon my jo, John _, This tune was a piece of facred _"\
Mufic in the Roman Catholic times of our Country. __John _ (.-269 Anderfon is faid by tradition to have been town Piper in Kelfo I
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Lang hae we parted been _ . _ _ _ _ _ • _ - _ - 227 Let ithers brag weel o' their gear _ _ _ _ _■'_'__ 276
My Sandy gied to me a ring _______ _ _ _ 213
My Harry was a gallant gay _________ 218
My wife's a wanton wee thing ___ _ _ __ - _ 226
My love fhe's but a lafsie yet _____ _ __ _ 234
My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here _ _ _ 268 My love was born in Aberdeen _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 281
My heart is a breaking, dear Titty _ _ Burns _ - _ _ _ 306
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O wilt thou go wi' me, fweet Tibbie Dunbar _ _ _ _ • _ _ 216
O this is no my ain houfe _________ 225
. O mount and go__ _ ___ _._ _ _ _ 242
O- dear Peggy love's beguiling _ 1 Ramfay _ 1 _ _ _ _ 245
O dear minnie what fhall Ido_ _ _ ___ _ __ 245
O were I on Parnafsus hill ___ _______ 264
O merry hae I been teethin a heckle _ _ __ _ _ _- 279
O wha my babie clouts will buy _ _______ 286
O cam ye here the fight to fhun __ „ -••"'-.-, - -- 290 O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut _ Burns _ the Mufic by MF A. _i
Mafterton ■ ~ 301
O were I able to rehearfe _ _ _ The 'Rev.* MF Skinner _ J _ 302
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw _ The Mufic by Marfhal _ _ 244 On a bank of flowers in a fummer day _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ 232
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Peggy now the king's come .. _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ „ _ 248
Se do mholla mholla mholla __ ____..'__ 274
Simmer's a pleafant time _ _ _______ 222
Sir John Cope trode the north right far _ _ •_ - _ _ _ 242
Stately ftept he eaft thewa'___ __ _ ^_ _ _ 289
Sun gallop down the weftlin fkies _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 263
Sweet nurfling of the tears of morning _ The late MF8 Scott^
of Wauchop _ \ ~ 25A
The fmiling plains profufely gay _ _ _ _ 2*13
The morn was fair faft was the air _ _ _ _ 220
The Taylor fell thro' the bed thimble an a' _ m ■ _ _ _ _ ..221 There came a young man to my daddie's door .. '_ _ _ _ 228
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Page The day returns, my bofom burns _ The Mufic bv Rob. Riddel)
of Glenridde'l E'fqf _ _ j ~ 233 The meal was dear fhort fyne ______ _ _ _ _ 238
The lazy roift hangs from the brow of the hill _ _ _ _ 241
The fpringtime returns and clothes the green plains _ _ 246
There's a youth in this city it were a pity _ Mufic by N". Gow _ _ 266 There was a jolly beggar _ Said to be one of our Scotifh King _". __
James's, composed on a frolic of his ownj They fay that Jockey'll fpeed weel o't _ Mi AlexT Rofs Author )
of the Fortunate Shepherd., fsj ~ 2'8 The Catrine woods were yellow feen Tht Mufic by MT A. Mafterton 285 The gloomy night is gath'ring faft _ _ Burns _ _ 293
There liv'd a wife in our gate end ___ _ _ _ _ 306
The Campbells are coroin Said to be compoftd on the iirprifon^
-mont of Mary Queen of Scots _ _ -309
in Lochleven Caftle _ _ _ . )
The pawkie auld carl came over the lea James 5V1 King of Scots _ 234
Tho' women's minds like winter winds _ _ _ _ 300
The ling'ring ftar, with lefs'ning rav. - Burns, - the Mufic byi 0QQ
Mifs Jonnfton of Hilton _} " Z88 Tune vour fiddles tune them f-Aeet'y- Skinner, _ the Mufic _a
by Marfhal } - 208 'Twas at the hour of dark midnight _ The late Sir G. Elliot 1 _ 2l4 'Twas paft ane o' clock in a cold frofty morning ._ ' _ _ 236
Twa bonie lads were Sandy and Jockey _ _ 292
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Waes roe that e'er I made your bed _ _ _ 246
Were I afsur'd you_ conftant prove _ Ramfay _____ 257
Whare hae ye been fae braw, lad, __-_-__- 302 When I upon thy bofom lean _ _ MF J. Lapraik _ _ _ _ 214
When 1 have a fixpence under my thumb _ - _ _ __ 284
When firft I came to be a man _ Skinner ______ 294
When Frennet caftle's ivy'd wall - _- - - - - 296
Where are ye gaun my bonie lafs _____ _ _ 298
When weft-winds did blow with a foft,gentle bree/e -Lapraik _ _ 217 When roly morn comes in wi' flowers _ _ 229
When the fheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame_LadyAnnLindfay_256 When merry hearts were gay __ - - - _-_ _261
Ye gallants bright I red you right ________ 224
Young Philander woo'd me lang _ ______ _- 230
Young Jockie was the blytheft lad -- - - - - _ _297
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.Lay afide your fower grimaces, Clouded brows and drumly faces, Look about and fee their Graces,
How they finile delighted! Now's the feafbn to be merry, Hang the thoughts of Charon's ferry, Time enough to turn camftary
When we're old and doited. Now s the feafon &c .
Butler put about the claret Thro' us all divide and fhare it, Gordon-Caftle well can fpare it
It has claret plenty. Wine's the true lnfpiring liquor Draffy drink may pleafe the Vicar, When he grafps the foaming bicker - Vicars are not dainty. Wine's the true &c.
We'll extol our noble mafter Sprung from many a brave anceftor Lord preferve bim from difafter,
So we pray in duty. Profper too our pretty Dutchefs Safe from all diftrefsful touches, Keep her out of Pluto's clutches,
Long in health and beauty. Profper too our &c.
Angels guard their gallant boy, Make him long his fathers joy, Sturdy like the Heir of Troy,
Stout and brifk and healthy:, Pallas grant him every blelsing Wit and fize and ftrength encreafing, Plutus, what's in thy pofsefsing,
Make him rich and- wealthy. Pallas grant &c.
Youth folace him with thy pleafiire In refin'd and worthy mealure, Merit gain him choiceft treafure '
From the Royal Donor. Famous may he be in ftory, Full of days and full of glory, To the grave when old ana hoary
May he go with honour. Famous may &c.
Gordons join out hearty praifes Honeft tho' in homely phrafes Love our chearful fpirits raifes
Lofty as the lark is; Echoes waft our wifhes daily Thro' the grove and thro' the alley, Sound o'er every hill and valley
Blefsings on our Marquis. Echoes waft &c.
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'Tis done.' my fons: 'tis nobly done!
Victorious over tyrant pow'r;
How quick the race of fame was run!
The work of ages in one hour: Slow creeps th' opprefsive weight" of flavifh reigns, • One glorious moment rofe, and burft your chains.
But late, forlorn, dejected, pale,
A prey to each inflating foe;
I fought the grove and gloomy vale,
To vent in fplitude my woe: Now to my hand the balance fair reftor'd; Once more I wield on high th' imperial fword.
What arm has this deliverance wrought?
Tis he! the gallant youth appears;
0 warm in fields, and cool in thought. Beyond the flow advance of years!
Hafte, let me, refcu'd now from future harms, Strain clofe the filial virtue in my arms.
Early I nurs'd this royal youth,
Ah! ill detain'd on foreign Chores;
1 fill'd his mind with love of truth, With fortitude and wifdom's ftores:
For when a noble action is decreed, Heav'n forms the Hero for the deftind deed.
Nor could the foft fedticing charms
Of mild Hefperia's blooming foil,
Ee'r quench his noble thirft of arms,
Of generous deeds and honeft toil: Fird with the warmth a country's love imparts, He fled their weaknefs, but admir'd their arts .
With him I plough'd the ftormy main;
My breath infpir'd the aufpicious gale;
Referv'd for Gladfrnuir's glorious plain,
Through dangers wing'd his daring fail: Where, firm'd with inborn worth he durft oppofe . His fingle valour to an hoft of foes.
He came! he fpoke! and all around,
As fwift as heav'n's quick darted flame,
Shepherds turn'd warriors at the found,
And every bofom beat for fame: They caught heroic ardour from his eyes, And at his fide the willing heroes rife.
Roufe England! roufe, fame's nob left fon,
In all thy ancient fplendor fhine;
If I the glorious work begun,
O let the crowning palm be thine: I bring a Prince, for fuch is heav'n's decree, Who overcomes but to forgive and free.
So fhall fierce wars and tumults ceafe,
While plenty crowns the fmiling plain;
And induftry, fair child of peace,
Shall in each crowded city reign: So fhall thefe happy realms for ever prove The fweets of Union, Libert).-, and Love.
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And bring nane but her lain: And there it is, a (liken fark;
Her ain hand few d the fleeve; And bid her cum to Gill Morice;
Speer nae bauld baron's leave.
I will gae your black errand,
Tho' it be to thy coft; Sen ye by me will nae be warnd,
In it ye fall find froft. . The baron he's a man of might,
He ne'er could 'bide, a taunt, As ye will fee before it's night,
How fma'ye'll hae to vaunt.
Now, fen I maun your errand rin,
Sae fair againft my will, I'fe make a vow, and keep it true,
It fal be done for ill. And when he came to broken brigg,
He bent his bow and fwam; And when he came to grafs growing,
Set down his feet and ran. &c.&c.&c.
Where will I get a bonny boy,
That will win hofe and fhoon, That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha'.
And bid his lady cum. Ye maun rin this errant, Willie,
And ye may rin wi' pride; When other boys gae on their feet,
On horfeback ye fall ride.
Oh. no! hh no! my^ mafter dear!
T dare na for my life; I'll nae gae to the bauld barons
For to tryft furth his wife . M^' bird Willie, my boy Willie,
My dear Willie, he faid, How can ye ftrive againft the ftream,
For 1 fall be obey'd.
But, oh my mafter Gear, he cryd,
In green wood ye're your lain; Gi'o'er fie thoughts, I wou'd ye red,
For feir ye fhou'd be ta'en. Hafte, hafte, I fay, gae to the ha',
B.id her come here wi'fpeed; If ye refufe my high command,
I'll gar thy body bleed.
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But ah Miranda without thee,
Nor fpring nor fummer fmiles on me,
All lonely in the fecret fhade,
I mourn thy abfence, charming maid.
O foft as lovel as honour fair, Serenely fweet as vernal air, Come to my arms for you alone,
Can all my abfence paft atone. O cornel and to my bleeding heart, The fov'reign balm of love impart; Thy prefence lafting joy fhall bring.
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Nor envy '8 fel finds aught to blame; And ay when weary cares arife,
Thy bofom ftill fhall be my name.
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I'll lay me there, and take my reft,
And if that aught difturb my dear, I'll bid her laugh her cares away,
And beg her not to drap a tear: Hae I a joy. its a' her am;
United ftill her heart and mine; They're like the woodbine round the tree,
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O difmal night i fhe faid, and wept, But more I dread to-morrow.
For now the bloody hour draws nigh, Each hoft to Prefton bending;
At morn fhall fons their fathers flay, With deadly hate contending.
Even in the vifions of the night,
1 faw fell death wide fweeping; And all the matrons of the land,
And all the virgins, weeping. And now fhe heard the mafsy gates
Harfh on their hinges turning; \nd now through all the caftle heard
The woeful voice of mourning.
Aghaft, fhe ftarted from her bed, The fatal tidings dreading;
O fpeak, fhe cry'd, my father's flain! I fee, I fee him bleedingl
A pale corps on the fullen fhore, At morn, fair maid, I left him;
Even at the threfh-hold of his gate, The foe of life bereft him .
Bold, in the battle's front, he fell,
With many a wound deformed: A braver Knight, nor better man,
This fair Hie ne'er adorned .(maid While thus he fpoke, the grief-ftruck
A deadly fwoon invaded; Loft was the luftre of her eycsy
And all her beauty faded.
Sad was the" fight, and fad the news,
And fad was cur complaining; But ohl for thee, my native land,
What woes are ftill remaining; But why compkin. the hero's foul
Is high in heaven fhining: May providence defend our ifle
From all our foes defignirg.
Tibbie Dunbar.
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We're tall as the oak on the mount of _the vale, Are fwift as the roe which the hound doth affail, As the full moon in autumn our fhields do appear, Minerva would dread to encounter our fpear. Such our love &c.
As a ftorm in the ocean when Boreas blows, So are we enrag'd when we rufh on our foes; We fons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks, Dafh the force of our foes with our thundering ftrokes. Such our love &c.
Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France, In their troops fondly boafted till we did advance; But when our claymores they faw us produce, Their courage did fail and they fued tor a truce . Such our love &c .
In our realm may the fury of faction long ceafe, May our councils be wife, and our commerce increafe; And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find, That our friends ftill prove true and our beauties prove kitid. Cho? Then we'll defend our liberty, our country and our laws, And teach our late pofterity to fight in Freedoms caufe, That they like our Anceftors bold, for honour and applaufe, May defy the French, with all their art, to alter our laws . '.
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That nae perfection wanted; I'll never fret, nor ban my fate,
But blefs my bonny marrow-: If her dear (mile my doubts beguile,
My mind {hall ken nae fbrrow.
Yet tho' fhe's fair, and has full fhare
Of ev*ry charm inchanting, Each good turns ill, and foon will kill
Poor me, if love be wanting. O bonny lafsi have but. the grace
To think ere ye gae further, Your joys maun flit, if you commit
The crying fin of murder.
My wand 'ring ghaift will ne'er get reft,
And day and night affright ye; But if ye re kind, wi' joyful mind
I'll ftudy to delight ye; Our years around with love thus crownd,
From all things joy fhall borrow: Thus none fhall be more bleft than we,
On Leader-haughs and Yarrow.
O fweeteft Sue.' tis only you
Can make life worth my wifhes, , If equal love your mind can move
To grant this beft of bliffes . Thou art my fun, and thy leaft frown
Would blaft me in the bloffom; But if thou fhine, and make me thine,
I'll flourifh in thy bofom.
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Gie me the groat again, cany young man, Gie me the groat again, cany young man; The day it is fhort and the night it is lang, The deareft filler that ever I wan.
There's fomebody weary wi' lying her lane, There's fomebody weary wi' lying her lane, There's fome that are dowie, I trow wad be fain To fee the bit Taylor come fkippin again.
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When I fleep I dream, When I wauk I'm irie;
Sleep I can get nane For thinking on my Dearie Ay waukin &c.
Lanely night comes on,
A' the lave are fleepin: I think on my bony lad
And I bleer my een wi'greetin, Ay waukin &c.
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At nine o' clock they did conveen, Some clad in blue, fome clad in green, Wi' glancing buckles in their fheen, AncTflowers upon their waift-coat. Hey the bonny &c.
The" bride by this time was right fain, When that fhe faw fae light a train, She pray'd the day might keep frae rain, For Ipoiling of their breaft knots. Hey the bonny &c .
Forth came the wives a' wi' a phrafe, And wifh'd the laffie happy days, And muckle thought they of her claiths, And fpecially thelbreaft-knots. Hey the bonny &c.
Forth fpake the mither, fan £he faw, The bride and maidens a' fae bra', Wi' cackling clouts, black be their fa', They have made a bonny call o't. Hey the bonny &c..
Next down their breakfaft it was fet, Some barley lippies of milk meat, It leiped them it was fae het, As foon as they did tafte o't . Hey the bonny &c
Till fome frae them the fpobns they threw. And fwore that they had burnt their mou And fome into their cutty blew, I wat their will they mift not. Hey the bonny &c.
When ilka ane had claw'd their plate, The piper lad he looked blate Altho' they faid that he fhould eat , I trow he loft the beft o't. Hey the bonny &c.
Syne forth they got a'wi'a loup, O er creels and deals and a' did coup, The piper faid , wi' them d — 1 fcoup , He'd make a hungry feaft o't.
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Syne off they got a' wi' a fling, Each lafs unto her lad did cling, Anda'cryH for a different fpring, The bride fhe fought the breaft-knot. Hey the bonny &c.
Fan they ty'd up their marriage band, At the bridegrooms they neift did land, Forth came auld Madge wi'her fplit ma And bread and cheefe a hift o't. (wn Hey the bonny &c .
She took a quarter and a third , On the bride's head £he gae a gird, Till far Is flew athort the yird, And parted round the reft o't. Hey the bonny &c.
The bride then by the hand they took Twice, thrice they led her round y* crook, Some faid goodwife well mat ye brook , And fome great count they caft not. Hey the bonny &c .
All ran to kilns and barns in ranks , Some fat on deals, & fome on planks, The piper lad ftood on his fhanks, And dirled up the breaft knot. Hey the bonny &c.
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My Robie's nearer than my kin, And to refufe him were a fin,
Sae lang's he kind ly treats me .
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True love fUall be at hand ay, To make me ftill a prudent fpoufe,
And let my man command ay; Avoiding ilka caufe of ftrife,"
The common peft : of married life. That makes ane wearied of his wife ,
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Sieze the fweet moments while yet they invite thee, Pleafiires here flighted, hereafter may flight thee, Diftance and time may- no longer endear thee, Come, my dear youth while thy prefence can chear me. Chear me, chear me heaven knows it would chear me All the long winter night Laddie be near me.
What is my fault my- fouls darling acquaint me, Let jealous fury no longer torment thee, Judge for thy- felf^iow, I love and revere thee, Heaven and thy heart from fufpicion will clear me. Clear me, clear me juftice muft clear me- All the long winter night Laddie lie near me .
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IANG hae we parted been, J Lafsie my dearie; Now we are met again, La&ie lie near me. Cho. Near me, near me, Lafsie lie near me ,
Lang haft thou lien thy lane, Lafsie lie near me.
A' that I hae endur'd,
Lafsie, my dearie, Here in thy arms is cur'd,
Lafsie lie near me. Cho® Near me, &c.
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But I was bakin when he came, There lay a duck-dub* before the door,
When he came, when he came; ' Before the door, before the door,
I took him in and gae him a fcone, There lay a duck-dub before the door,
To thow his frozen mou'. And there fell he I trow'.
And wow but, &c. And wow but, &c.
I fet him in afide the bink, Out came the goodman,and high he fhouted,
I gae him bread, and ale to drink, Out came the goodwife,and low fhe louted,
And n«'er a blyth ftyme wad he blink, And a' the town-neighbours were gather 'd -
Until his wane was fou. And there lay he I trow. £about it,
And wow but, &c. And wow but, &c.
Gae, get ye gone, ye cauldrife wooer, Then out came I, and fneer'd and fmild,
, Ye four-looking, cauldrife wooer, Ye came to woo, but ye're a' beguil'd,
I itraightway fhow'd him to the door, Ye'ave fa'en i* the dirt, and ye're a' befyl d
Saving, come nae mair to woo . We'll hae nae mair of you.
And wow but,&c. And wow but, &c.
The Gardener wi' his Paidle.
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The Gardener wi' his paidle.
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O hafte and come to Amy mafter dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
O hooly, hooly rofe fhe up,
To the, place where he was lying,
And when fhe drew the curtin by, Young man, I think youre dying.
O its I'm fick.and very very fick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan.
O f le better for me ye's never be, 1 ho' your hearts blood were a fpilling.
O dinna ye mind, young man, faid fhe. When ye the cup* was fillin
That ye made the healths gae round and And flighted Barbara Allan, (round,
He turn'd his face unto the wa', And death was with him dealing,
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a', And be kind to Barbara Allan.
And flowly, flowly raife fhe up, And flowly, flowly left him ;
And fighing, faid, fhe cor.'d not fray, Since death of life had reft him .
She had nae gane a mile hut twa, When fhe heard the deid-bell knelling,
And ev'ry jow that the dr id-bell geid, It cry'd, woe to Barbara Allan!
O mother, mother, mak my bed,
O make it faft and narrow; Since my love died for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.
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A hi we may fee ourfelves to be
Like fummer fruit that is unfhaken; When ripe, they foon fell down and die,
And by corruption quickly taken, life then your time, ye virgins fair,
Employ your day before 'tis evil; Fifteen is a fcafon rare,
But five an twenty is the devil. Juft when ripe, confent unto 't,
Hug nae mair your lanely pillow; Women are like other fruit,
They lofe their relifh when too mellow,
If opportunity be loft,
You'll find it hard to be regained; Which now I may tell to my coft,
Tho' but my fel nane can be blamed. If then your fortune you refpecft,
Take the occafion when it offers;
Nor a true lovers fuit neglect,
Left you be feoff <J for being fcofllrs.
I, by his fond expreffions, thought fn.g; That in his love he'd ne'er prove chang
But now, alasi 'tis turn'd to nought, And,paft my hope, he's gar.e a Kinging.
Dear maidens, then, take my advice.
And let na coynefi prove your ruin; For if ye be o'er foolifh nice,
Your fuiterS will give over wooing. Then maidens auld you nam'd will be,
And in that fretful rank be number'd, As lang as life; and when ye die.
With leading apes be ever ciimber'd. A punifhment, and hated band ,
With which we cannot be contented, Then be not wife behind tho hand,
That the miftakc may be prevented.
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Wild, wan ton kifs'd her rival breaft; He gaz'd, he wifh'd,he fear'd, he blufh'd,
His bofom ill at reft.
Her robes light waving in the breeze,
Her tender limbs embrace; Her lovely form, her native eafe, \ll harmony and gvace:
Tumultuous tides his .pulfes roll, A faltering, ardent kifs he ftole;
He gaz'd, he wifh'd,he fear'd, he blufh'd And figh'd his very foul.
As flies the partridge from the brake
On fear-in fpired wings, So Nelly ftarting, half-awake,
Away affrighted fprings; But Willy follow'd, _as he fhould,
He overtook her in the wood; He vow'd, he prayd,he found the maid
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For thee and thee alone I live! When that grim foe of life below
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It break* my blifs it breaks my heart!
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Gae feek for pleafure whare ye will, The minifter kifst the fidler's wife, But here I never mifst it yet. He could na preach for thinkin o't .
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And I wad never think lang. He grew canty, and fhe grew fain; But little did her auld minny ken What thir flee twa together were fay'ng,
When wooing they were fae thrang.
And Ol quo' he, ann ye were as black As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa wi' me thou fhou'd gang. And Oi quo' fhe, ann I were as white, As e'er the fnaw lay on the dike, I'd dead me braw and lady-like,
And awa' wi' thee I would gang.
Between the twa was made a plot; They raife a wee before the cock, And wilily they fhot the lock,
And faft to the bent are they gane. tTp in the morn the auld wife raife, And at her leifure pat on her claife; Syne to the fervants bed fhe gaes,
To fpeer for the filly poor man.
(lay, She gaed to the bed where the beggar The ftrae was cauld,he was away, She clapt her hands, cry'd, Walladay!
For fome of our gear will be gane. Some ran to coffers, and fbme to kifts, But nought was ftown that cou'd be mift, She dancd her lane, crycl praife be bt'efti
I have lodg'd a leal poor man.
Since naethings awa, as we can learn, The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae butt the houfe, lafs, and wauken my And bid her coire quickly ben. (bairn.
The fervant gace where the daughter lay, The fheets was cauld,fhe was away, And faft to her goodwife did fay, She's aff wi'the gaberlun/ie-man.
O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And hafte ye find thefe traytors again;
For fhe's be burnt, and he's be flain,
The wearifu'gaberiun/ie-man. Some rade upo'horfe, fome ran a foot, The wife was wood ar.d out o" her wit; She cou'd na gang, nor yet coud fhe fit,
But ay fhe curs'd and. ay fhe bannd.
Mean, jtime far hind out o'er the lee Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane coald fee, The twa with kindly fport and glee,
Cut fi-ae a new cheele a whang: The priving was good, it pleas d them baith. To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. Quo' fhe, To leavetheeTwiU.be 'aith,
My winfbme gaberlun/.ie-man.
O kend my minny T were wi' you , Ill-fardly wad fhe crook her mou', Sick a poor man fhe'd never trow,
After the gaberlunzie-man. My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young, And ha' nae learn'd the beggars tongue, To follow me frae town to town,
And carry the gaberhmzie on.
WI' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, And fpindles & whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,
To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, And draw a black clout o'er my ej^e, A cripple or blind they will ca' me.
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And rapp'd at her window, low down on my knee; Begging that fhe would awauk from fweet flumber,
Awauk from fweet flumber and pity me . For, that a ftranger. to a' pleafure, peace and reft,
Love into madnefs had fired my torturd breaft, And that I fhould be of a' men the maift unbleft,
Unlefs fhe would pity my fad miferie!
My true-love arofe atid whifpered to irej
(The moon looked in, and envy 'd my love's charms;^ "An innocent ^maiden, ah, would you undo me."
I made no reply, but leapt into her arms : Bright Phebus peep'd over the hills and found me there;
As he has done, now, feven lang years and mair: A faithfuller, conftanter, kinder, more loving Pair,
His fweet-chearing beam nor enlightens nor warms .
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Dark as his feathers was the fate That robb'd him of his darling Mate , Dimm'd ia the luftre of his eye, That wont to gaze the fun-bright fky. To him is now for ever loft The heartfelt blifs he once could boaft, Thy forrows, haplefs bird, difplay An image of my foul's difmay .
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I'llgi' ycu her by the hand: But I'll part wi' my wife by my fay,
Or I part wi' my land . Your tocher it fall be good,
There's nane fall hae its maik, The lafs bound in her fAood,
And Crummie wha kens her ftake: With an auld bedden o' claiths,
Was left mg by my mither, They re jet black o'er wi' flaes,
Ye may cuddle in them the gither.
Ye fpeak right well, guidman,
But ye maun mend your hand, And think o' modefty,
Gin ye'll not quat your land: We are but young, ye ken,
And now we're gawn the gither; A houfe is but and ben,
And Crummie will want her fother. The bairns are coming en,
And they'll cry, O their mither; We have nouther pat nor pan,
Cut four bare legs the gither.
Your tochers be good enough
For that you need nae fear, Twa good f tilts to the pleugh,
And ye your fell maun fteer: Ye fhall hae twa good pocks
That anes were o' the tweel, The t' ane to had the grots,
The ither to had the meal; With an auld kift made>of wands,
And that fall be your coffer, Wi' aiken woody bands, '■- And that may had your tocher.
Confider well, guidman,
We hae but borrowed gear, The horfe that I ride on
Is Sandy Wilfons mare: The faddle's nane of my ain,
And thae's but borrow'd boots, And when^that I gae hame',
I maun tak to my koots : The cloak is Geord Watt's,
That gars me look fae croufe; Come fill us a cogue of fwats,
We'll make nae mair toom rufe.
I like you weel, young lad,
For telling me fae plain, I married when little I had
0' gear that was my ain: But fin that things are fae,
The bride fhe maun come furth, Tho' a' the gear fhe' 11 hae,
It'll be but little worth.
A bargain it maun be,
"Fy cry on Giles the mither : Content am I, quo' fhe,
EJengar the hiffie come hither. The bride fhe gade till her bed,
The bridegroom he came till her; The fidler crap in at the fit,
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On the morrow when he did rife, He look'd between him and the fkies; He faw them wi' their naked thighs, Which feard him in the morning Hry Johnie Cope fee .
When Charlie look'd the letter upon O then he flew into Dunbar,
He drew his fword the fcabbard from- Crying for a man of war; (tar,
"So Heaven reftore to me my own, He thought to have pafs'd for a ruftic
"I'll meet you, Cope, in the morning." And gotten awa in the morning. ^ Hey Johnie Cope fee. Hey Johnie Cope fee.
Cope fw6re with many a bloody word Sir Johnie into Berwick rade, That he would fight them gun and fword, Juft as the devil had been his guide; But he fled frae his nelt like an ill fcar'd Gien him the warld he would na ftay'd And Johnie he took winginymorning(bird,To foughten the boys in the morning. Hey Johnie Cope fee . Hey Johnie Cope fee .
It was upon an afternoon, Sir Johnie march'd to Prefton town He fays, my lads come lean you down, And we'll fight the boys in the morning Hey Johnie Cope fee .
But when he faw the Highland lads Wi' tartan trews and white cockauds, Wi'fwords fe guns fe rungs fe gauds-, O Johnie he took wing in the morning. Hey Johnie Ccpe fee.
Says the Berwickers unto Sir John,
0 what's become of all your men. In faith fays he, I dinna ken, I^left them a' this morning.'
Hey Johnie Cope fee .
Says Lord. Mark Car ye are na blate, To bring us the new's o'your ain defeat
1 think you deferve the back o' the gate; Get put o' my fight this morning.
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If I be black, I canna be loed; If I be fair, I canna be gude; If I be lordly, the lads will look by me: O dear minny, what fhall I do? Cho* O dear minnv &e.
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So fpoke the fair maid; when forrow s keen pain,
And fhame, her laft falt'ring accents fuppreft;
For fare at that moment brought back her dear fwain,
Who heard, and, with rapture, his Nelly addreft.
My Nell) "j my fair, I come,0 my love,
No pow'r (hall thee tear again from my arms,
And, Nelly! no more thy fond fhepherd reprove,
Who knows thy fair worth, and adores all thy charms.
She heard; and new joy fhot thro' her foft frame; And will you, my lovei be true, fhe reply'd! And live I to meet my fond fhepherd the fame! Or dream I that Sandy will make me his bridei O Nelly! T live to find thee ftill kind; Still true to thy fwain, and lovely as true: Then adieu! to ,-'' forrow; what foul is fo blind, As not to live happy" for ever with you.
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I trow we fwapped for the warfe, We gae the boot • and better horfe; And that we'll tell them at the crofs, Carl an the king come. Cho? Carl an &c.
An fomebodie were come again, Coggie an the king come,
Then fomebodie maun crofs the main, Coggie an the king come,
And every man fhall hae his ain, I'fe be fou and thou'fe be toom,
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And e'er I'm forc'd to break my faith.Cou'd I but think, to feek it back I'll lay me down and die: It wou'd be war than theft.
For I hae pledged my virgin troth For langeft life, can ne'er repay Brave Donalds fate to fhare, The fove he bears to' me,/
And he has gi'en to me his heart And e'er I'm forced to break my troth
I'll lay me down and die.
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On that bank, O were I laid,
How foft fhould be my lover's pillow!
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Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her arms,
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My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs,
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Before I leave Peggy^a mill._0. O the mill, mill..O, and the kill, kilL.O,
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And oh! wi? what gude will I follow, wharfoe'er ye lead,
Ye canna lead to ill. She faid.and foon a deadlie pale
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And I canna come ilka day to woo. T ha'e a kebbock upon my fhelf, Lafs gin ye lo'e me tak me now, I downa eat it a' my felf, And I winna come ony mair to woo .
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Love will teach thee when refigning.
On that breaft thy blufhing pride. How thy modeft head declining,
May deck her beauties, yet not hide . If fome hand too boldly daring
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Sheath thy prickles in my foes .
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Ah! fay will fhe (lightly forego, A conqueft, tho' humble, yet lure; Will fhe leave a poor fhepherd to woe, . Who for her ev'ry blifs would procure. Alasi too prefaging my fears, Too jealous my foul of its blifs, Methinks fhe already appears, To forfee, and elude my addrefs.
Does my boldnefs offend my dear maid, la my fondnefs loquacious, and free. Are my vifits too frequently paid, Or my converfe unworthy of thee.
(jbrtait. Yet when grief was too big for my _ And labour'd in fighs tn complain, It's ftruggles I oft have fupprelt , And filence impos'd on my pain.
And oft while, by tendernefs caught To my charmer 8 retirement 1 fl£wf\» I reproach'd the fond abfence of thoug- And in blufhing confufion, withdrew. My fpeech, tho' too little refin'd, • Tho' fimple and aukward my mier., Yet ftill fhouldft thou deign to be kind, What a wonderful change might be (en.
Ahl Strephon how vain thy defire, Thy numbers and mufic how vain, ?- While merit and fortune confpire, The fmiles of the nymph to obtain Yet ceafe to upbraid the foft choice. Tho' it ne'er fhquld determine for thee. If thy heart in her joy may rejoice, LTn happy thou never canft be _
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But faving a crown he had naething be fide, To make that crown a pound my Jamie gade to fea,
And the crown and the pound were baith for me. He had nae been awa a week but only twa,
When my mother fhe fell fick and the cow was ftown awa, My father brake his arm and my Jamie at the fea,
And auld Robin Gray came a courting me . »
My father coudna work and my mother coudna fpin,
I toil'd day and night but their bread I coudna win, Auld Rob maintain'd them baith and wi' tears in his ee,
Said Jenny for their fakes O marry me . My haart it faid nay I look'd for Jamie back,
But the wind it blew high and the fhip it was a wrack, The fhip it was a wrack why didna Jenny die,
And why do I live to fay waes. me. Auld Robin argued fair tho' my mother didna fpeak,
She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break, So they gied. him my hand tho' my heart was in the fea,-
And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week hist only four,
When fitting fae mournfuly at the door, I faw my Jamie's wreath for I coudna think it he,
Till he faid I'm come back for to marry thee.
0 fair did we greet and mickle did we fay,
We took but ae kifs and we tore ourfelves away,
1 wifh I were dead but I'm no like to die, A r.d why do I live to fay waes me .
I ging like a ghaift and I carenae to fpin, I darena think on Jamie for that wad be a fin,
But I'll do my beft a gudewife to be, For auld Robin Gray is kind to me.
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Is Jenny then fae kind. O let me briz thee to my heart,
And round my arms entwine: Ddightfu* thought! we'll never part,
Conic, piefs- thy mouth to mine.
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Wha I wifh were maggots meat,
Difh'd up in her winding -fheet;
I could write - but Meg maun fee't,
Whiftle o'er the lave o't.
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And I am laith that fhe fhould tyne; Get up, goodman, it is fou time, ,
The fun fhines in the lift fae hie; Sloth never made a gracious end,
Go tak your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was anes a good grey cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear; But now its fcantly worth a groat,
For I have worn't this thirty year; Let s fpend the gear that we have won,
We little ken the day we'll die; Then I'll be proud, fince I have fworn
To have a new cloak about me.
In days when our King Robert rang,
His trews they coft Dut half a crown; He faid they were a groat o'er dear,
And ca'd the taylor thief and loun. He was the king that wore a crown,
And thou the man of laigh degree, Tis pride puts a' the country down,
Sae tak thy auld cloak about ye.
Every land has its ain laugh,
Ilk kind of corn it has its hool, I think the warld is a' run wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule; Do ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hab,
As they are girded gallantly, While I fit hurklen in the afe.
I'll have a new cloak about me.
Goodman, I wat tis thirty years
Since we did ane anither ken; And we have had between us twa
Of lads and bonny laffes ten; Now they are women grown and men,
I wifh and pray- well may they be; And if you prove a good hufband,
E'en tak your auld cloak about ye.
Bell my wife, fhe loves na ftrife,
But fhe wad guide me, if fhe can; And to maintain an eafy life,
[aft maun yield ,tho* Im gudeman: Nought's to be won at woman's hand,
UrJefs ye gi'e her a' the plea; Then I'll leave off where I began.
And tak my auld cloak about me .
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(Jnmov'd with what difturbs the great, In proping of their pride and ftate: He lives, and unafraid of fate, Contented fpends his time.
Donald and Flora
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'Loud howls the northern blaft, 'Bleak is the dreary wafte; 'Hafte thee O Donald hafte
'Hafte to thy Flora. 'Twice twelve long months are o'er, 'Since in a .foreign fhore, 'You promise! to fight no more,
But meet me in Mora.
"Where now is Donald dear, (Maids cry with taunting fneer "Say is he ftill fincere
"To his lov'd Flora.— 'Parents upbraid my moan; 'Each heart is turn'd to ftone_ 'Ah Flora, thou'rt now alone
'Friendlefs in Moral
'Come then, oh come away, ' 'Donald no longer ftay_ 'Where can my rover ftray
Trom his dear Flora. _ 'Ah fure he ne'er could be 'Falfe to his vows and me_ 'O HeavenI _ is not yonder he
'Bounding in Moral
'Never O wretched fair! (Sigh'd the fad mefsenger,) 'Never fhall Donald mair
'Meet his lov'd Floral + A fmall valley in Athole,fo named by
'Cold, cold beyond the main, 'Donald thy love lies flain; _ 'He fent me to foothe thy pain 'Weeping in Mora.
'Well fought our gallant men 'Headed by brave Burgoyne, 'Our heros were thrice led on
'To Britifh glory. __ 'But ahi tho' our foes did flee, 'Sad was the lofs to thee, 'While ev ry frefh victory
'Drown'd us in forrow.
"Here take .this trufty^blade, (Donald expiring faid, J "Give it to yon dear maid
"Weeping in Mora
"Tell her oh Allan tell, "Donald thus bravely fell,. "And that in his laft farewell
"He thought on his Flora?
Mute ftood the trembling fair; Speechlefe with wild defpair, Then ftriking her bofom bare
Sigh'd out poor Floral __ Oh Donald 1 oh welladayl Was all the fond heart could fay — Ajt length the found died away
Feebly in Mora. the two lovers.
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Then dinna pu me, gently thus T fa' Into my Patie's arms, for good and a': But ftint your wifhss to this kind embrace. And mint nae farer till we've got the grace.
Patie (-with, his left hand about her waift.)
O charming armfu' hence ye cares away, I'll kifs my treafure. a' the live _ lang day; A' night I'll dream my kifses o'er again. Till that day come that ye' 11 be a' my ain.
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How much, how dear, I love thee. I only live to love thee. I fee thee dancing o'er the green, Tho I were doomd to wander on, Thy waift fae jimp, thy limbs fae clean, Beyond the fea, beyond the fun, Thy tempting lips, thy roguifh een - Till my laft, weary fand was run; By Heaven and Earth I love thee. Till then .and tnen I love thee. '
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And all his well earn'd praife difclaim. It (hall upon my bofom live,
Or clafp me in a clofe embrace;
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For beauty and fortune the laddies been courtin; WeeKfeatur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel mounted and braw;
But chiefly the filler, that gars him gang till her, The Pennie's the jewel that beautifies a*.
There's Meg wi' the mailin that fain wad a haen him; And Sufie whafe daddy was laird o' the Ha;
There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maift fetters his fancy- But th* laddie's dear fel he lo'es deareft of a'.
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John Anderfon my jo, John,
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And hand in hand we'll go; And fleep the gither at the foot,
John Anderfon my Jo.
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Cho? Awa whigs &c.
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He row'd me fweetly in his plaid, And in my arms ye'se lie and fleep. An he ca'd me his dearie. And ye fall be my dearie.
Cho? Ca' the ewes &c. Cho? Ca* the. ewes &c.
Will ye gang down the water- fide If ye'll but ftand to what ye've faid,
And fee the waves fae fweetly glide I se gang wi' you, rry fhepherd-lad,
Beneath the hazels fpreading wide, And ye may rowe me, in your plaid,
The moon it fhmes fu' clearly. And I fall be your, dearie.
Cho? Ca' the ewes &c . Cho? Ca' the ewes &c . ■ ■ -
I was bred up at nae fie fchool, My fhepherd-lad, to play the fool,
And a' the day to fit in dool, And nae body to fee me . Cho? Ca' the ewes fee .
While waters wimple to the fea;
While day blinks in the lift fae hie; Till clay-cauld death fall blin iry e'e.
Ye fall be my dearie . Cho? Ca' the ewes &c .
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Up raife the goodman's dochter, and for to bar the door, And there (he faw the beggar ftandin i' the floor. And we'll gang nae mair, &c
He took the ,laffie in his arms, and to the bed he ran, O hooly, hooly wi' me, Sir, ye'll waken our goodman. And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
The beggar was a cunnin' loon, and ne'er a word he (pake, Until he got his turn done, fyne he began to crack. And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
Ts there ony dogs into this town, Maicen, tell me true; And what wad ye do wi' them, my hinny and my dow. And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
They'll rive a my mealpocks, and do me meikle wrang.
0 dool for the doing o't, are ye the poor man.
And we'll gang nae mair, &c .
Then fhe took up the mealpocks and flang them o'er the wa', The d _ 1 gae wi' the mealpocks, my maidenhead and a'. And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
1 took ye for fome gentleman, at leaft the Laird of Brodie; O dool for the doing o't! are ye the poor bodie . ;
And we'll gang nae mair, &c. •
He took the laffie in his arms, and gae her kiffes three, And four- and -twenty hunder mark to pay the nurice-fee. And we'll gang nae mair, &c .
He took a horn frae his fide, and blew baith loud and fhrill, And four- and -twenty belted knights came flapping o'er the hill. And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
And he took out his little knife, loot a' his duddies fa\ And he was the braweft gentleman that was amang them a'. And we'll gang nae mair, &c.
The beggar was a cliver loon, and he lap fhoulder heigut, O ay for ficken quarters as I gat yefternight. And we'll gang nae mair, &c .
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"O Menie! the heart that is true, "Has fomething mair coftlie than gear; "Ilk e'en, if. has naithing .to rue, "'Ilk morn, it has naithing to fear :
Mymither's aymakin'a phraze, "That, I'm lucky young to be wed; But lang'ere fhe countit my days, O' me fhe was brought to bed : Sae mither, juft fettle your tongue, An' dinna be flytin' fae bauld ; For we can do the thing when we're young, "Ye warldlings! gae, hoard up your ftore,
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And tremble for fear oughLye tyne: "Guard your treafures wi' lock, bar & door "While thus in my arms I lock mine!"
He ends wi* a kifs and a fmile _ Waes me! can I tak it amifs, When a lad fae unpractis'd in guile Smiles faftly, and ends wi' a kifs! Ye lafses . wha loo to torment Your lemans wi'faufe fcorn and ftrife, Play your pranks -for I ve gien my confent
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Ah we had but a bridal o't, We'd leave the reft un'o glide luck
Altho' there fhould betide ill o't: For bridal days are merry times
And young folks like *be coining o't, And Scribblers they bang up their rhyme
And Pipers they the bumming o't.
The lafses like a bridal ot,
The lafses like a bridal ot, Their braws maun be in rank and file
Altho' that they fhould guide ill o't: The boddom o' the kift is then
Turn'd up unto the immoft o't, The end that held the keeks fae clean
Is now become the teemeft o t.
The bangfter at the threfhing o't, The bangfter at the threfhing o't,
*\fore it comes is fidgin fain And ilka day's a clafhing o't;
He'll fell his jerkin for a groat,
His linder for anither o't, And e'er he wart to clear his fhot,
His fark'll pay thetither o't.
The Pipers and the Fiddlers o't, s The Pipers and the Fiddlers ot, Can (me 11 a bridal unco far <
And like to be. the niiddlers o't: Fan thick and thr.vfald the\ convene
Ilk ane envies the tithcr o't, And wifhes nane but him alane
May ever fee anither q't.
Fan they hae done Hi eating o't,
Fan they hae done wi' eating o't. For dancing they gae to the green,
And aiblins to the beating o't: He dances beft that dances faft,.
And loups at ilka reefing o't. And claps h;e hands frae hough to hough.
And furls about the fee/ings o't.
Merrv hae I been teethin a heckle Tune, Boddich na' mbrigs, or Lord Breadalbine's March.
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Bleft be the hour fhe copld in her linnens,
And blythe be the bird that Tings on her grave!
Come to ny arms, my Katie, my Katie,
An come to my arms and kifs me again!
Druken or fober here's to thee, Katie! And b!eft be the day I did it again.
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Lament the live -day long. Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow,
Now, fond, T bare my breaft, O, do thou kindly lay me low
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Lilies and rolVs compar'd with her fkin, (Soon loft their hue and fink back in confufion,
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T will not have the foldier lad for he gangs to the war, I will not have the failor lad 'oe&ufe he fmells of tar, [ will not have the lord nor laird for all their mickle gear, But I will nave my Sandy lad my Sandy o'er the moor.
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My kimmer and I lay down to fleep, And twa pint ftoups at our bed- feet; And ay when we waken'd we drank them dry: What think you of my wee kimmer and I',
Todlen butt and todlen ben,
Sae round as my love comes todlen hame.
Lee/, me on liquor, my todlen dow, Ye're ay fae good -humour 'd when weeting your mou; When fober fae four, ye'll fight wi' a flee, That 'it's a blyth fight to the bairns and me,
Todlen hame, todlen hame,
When round as a neep ye come todlen hjjr.e.
The .Braes o' Ballochmyle.
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Loup in your wintry beds, ye flowers, Again ye'll flourifh frefh and fair; Ye birdies dumb, in w-th'ring bowers, Again ye'll charm the vocal air. But here alas! for me nae mair; Shall birdie charm, or floweret fmile; Fareweel the bonnie banks of Ayr, ■ — *" J^arevNeel.fareweeli fweet Ballochmjle i
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Wha will fit befide m,_- there, VVha v%al mak me ftdgin fain;
Gie me Rob, I'll feek nae mair, VVha will kifs me o'er again.
The rantin dog the Daddie o't. The rantin dog the Daddie o'K j.
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Drew nearer and nearer and figh'd to the found; Around, as in chains, lay the beafts of the wood.
With pity dtfttrmci, with mufic fubdu'd. Young Jefsy is fair as the fpring's earlv flower.
And Mary fings fweet as the bird, in her bower* But Peggy is fairer and fweefer than they
With looks like the morning with fmiles like the Jay.
In the flower of her youth in the bloom of eighteen,
Of virtue the goddefs, of beauty the queen, One hour in her prefence,an age farexcells,
Amid courts, where ambition with roifery dwells? How fair to the fnepherd the new fpringing flowers,
When may and when morning lead on the gay hours, But Peggy is brighter and fairer than they,
She's iair as the morning and lovely as may.
How fweet to the fhepherd the wild woodland found,
When larks fing .above him, and lambs bleat around; But Peggy far fweeter can fpeak and can fing
Than the notes of the warblers that welcome the fpring. When in beauty fhe moves by the brook of the plain,
You would call her a Venus, new fprung from the main, When fhe fings and the woods with their echoes rtply,
You wouicfthink that an angel was warbling on high.
How {prightly the fwains, in her prefence appear
All the charms fhe improves that embellifh the ear, •She heightens each pleafure, fhe foftens each woe,
She is all of celeftial we fancy below. ,
Ye Pow rs that prefide over mortal eftate,
VVhofe nod governs nature, whofe pleafure is fate, O grant me, O grant me the heaven of her charms,
May I live in her prefence mi die in her arms.
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Tune, Capt? Cook's death fee.
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Can I forget the hallow 'd grove The birds fang love on every fprav,
Where, by the winding Ayr, we met Till too, too foon the glowing" weft
To live one day of parting love! Proclaim 'd the fpeed of winged day.
Eternity cannot efface (paft;
Thofe records dear of tranfports- Still o'er thefe fcenes my mem'ry wakts Thy image at our laft embrace, And fondly broods with mifer-care;
Ah, little thought we 'twas our laft! Time but tliimprefsion ftrcnger makes,
As ftreams their channels deeper wear: •Vyr gurgling kifs'd his pebbled fhore, My Mary, dear departed Shade:
O'er hung with wild-woods thickening Where is thy place of blifsful reft? The fragrant birch fctfww thorn hoarfgreen; Seeft thou thy Lover lowly laid?
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And ay his fword tauld to their ficaith, Landed in fair Scotland the yle,
He was their deidly fae. , With mony a hardy knicht.
Hie on a hill his caftle ftude, With halls and tonirs a hicht,
And guidly chambers fair to fe. .Quhairhe lodgit mony a knicht,
His dame fae peirlefs anes and fair, For chaft and bewtie deimt,
Nac marrow had in all the land, Saif Elenor the qui en.
Full thirtein fons to hhr> fcho bare,
All men of valour ftout; In bludy ficht with fword in hand
Nyne loft their lives bot doubt;
The tydings to our gude Scots king
Came, as he fat at dyne, With noble chiefs in braif aray,
Drinking the blude -reid wyne.
To horfe, to horfe, my royal Liege, Zours faes ftand on the (trand, Full twenty thoufand ghttering fpears • The King of Norfe commands"
Bring me my fteed Mage dapple gray? Our gude King raife and cry'd, "A truftier beaft in all the land A Scots king nevir feyd .
Four /.it remain, lang may they live Go, little page, tell Hardyknute, To ftand by liege and land: That lives on hill fae hie,
Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, To draw his fword, the dreid of faes, And hie was their command. And haft and follow me?
Great luve they bare to Fairly fair, Their fifter faft and deir;
Her girdle fhawd her middle gimp, And gowden glift her hair.
Quhat waefou wae her bewtie bred, Waefou to zung and auld,
Waefou I trow to kyth and kin, As ftory ever tauld!
The little page flew fwift as dart Flung by his mafters arm :
"Cum down, cum down, Lord Hardy - And rid zour King frae harm7(-knute,
(-iks, Then reid reid grew his dark-brown che- ■ Sae did his dark-brown brow; His luiks grew kene,as they were wont, In dangers great, to do. &c.
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The Battle of Sherra-moor.
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And mony a bouk did fa* man: The great Argyle led on his files, [ wat they glanc'd for twenty miles, Theyhbugh'd the Clans like nine-pin kyles They hack'd k. hafh'd while braid fvvordscla And thro' they daflTd^hew'd&fmafhUffh'd, lill fey men di'd awa, man.
Cho? la la la, Sic. Rut had ye feen the philibegs
And ftyrin tartan trews, man, \Mien in the teeth they dar'd our Whigs,
And covenantTmeblues, man; ■ In lines extended lang and large, When baiginetB o'erpower'd the charge, And thoufands halten'd to the charge; Wi'Highland wrath they frae the fheath Drew blades o' death, till out o' breath They fled like frighted dows,man!'
Cho? la la la, fee. . .
O how deil Tarn can that be true,
The chace gaed frae the north, man; I fa a- myfel,they did purfue
The horfe-mer bach to Forth, man A' ' at "Dunblane in rr > ain fight
They took the brig wi'a their might, And ftraughtto Stirling wing'd their -fH- ,But,curfed lot! the gates were fhut^ght, And mony a huntit, poor Red-coat For fear amaift did fwarf, man.
Cho? la la la, &c. My lifter Kate cam up the gate
Wi'crowdie unto me, man; -- She fwoor £he faw fome rebels run
To Perth and to Dundee, man: Their left-hand General had nae (kill; The Angus lads had nae gude will. That day their neebour's blude to fpill; For fear by foes that they fiiould lofe . Their cogs o' brofe,they (card at blows And hameward felt did flee, man.
Cho? la la la, fee. They've loft fome gallant gentlemen
Amang the Highland clans, man; I fear my Lord Panmuir is (lain,
Or in his en'mies hands, man : • Now wad ye ling this double flight, Some fell for wrang & fome for right, And mony bade the war Id gudenight; Say pell and mell,wi'mu£kets knell How Tories fell and Whigs to h_ll Flew off in frighted bands, man.
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The Autumn mourns her'ripnihg corn By early Winters ravage torn; Acrofs her placid, azure fky, She fees the fcowling tempeft fly: Chili runs my blood to hear it rave, I think upon the ftormy wave, Where many a danger J muft dare, Far from the bonie banks gf Ayr.
Tis not the furging billows roar, Tis not that fatal, deadly fhflre; Tho Death in ev'ry fhape appear. The wretcktd l.uvt no more to fear:
But round my heart the ties arc bomm That heart tranfpierecl with many a wo- Thefe bleed afreQi.thofe ties T iear,£und To leave the bonie banks of Ayr.
Farewell, old Coila's hills an 1 dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The fcene6 where wretched fancy roves, Furfuing paft, unhappy loves 1 Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes. My peace with thefe, my love with thofe- The burfting tears my heart declare. Farewell, the bonie bar.ks of Ayf;
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When love had thus my heart beguiled, with foolifh hopes and vain, To friendfhip's port I fteer'd my courfe, and laugh'd at lovers pain; A friend I got by lucky chance, 'twas fomething like divine, . An honeft friend's a precious gift, and fuch a gift was mine: And now whatever might betide a happy man-was I, In any ftrait I knew to whom I freely might apply: A ftrait foon came, my friend I try'd, he laugh'd and fpurn'd my moan I hyd me home, and pleas'd myfelf with John of Badenyond.
I thought I fhould be wifer next, and would a patriot turn, Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes, and cry up Parfon Home, Their noble fpirit I admire! and prais'd their manly zeal, Who had with flaming tongue and pen maintained the public weal: But e'er a month, or two was paft, I found myfelf betray 'd ; 'Twas Self and Party after all, for all the ftir they made; At laft I faw thefe factious knaves infult the very throne, I cursd them a', and tun'd my pipe, to John of Badenyond.
What next to do I mus'd a while, ftill hoping to fucceed, 1 pitch'd on books for company, and gravely try'd to read; I bought -and borrow'd every where, and ftudied night and day; Nor mift what Dean or Doctor wrote, that happened in my way: Philofophy I nowefteem'd the ornament of youth; And carefully thro' many a page, I hunted after truth; A thoufand various fchemes I try 'd and yet was pleas'd with none, I threw them by, and tun'd my pipe to John of Badenyond.
And now ye youngfters every where, who want to make a fhow, Take heed in time, nor vainly hope for happinefs below; What you may fancy pleafure here is but an empty name, For girls, and friends, and books, and fo, you'll find them all the fame. Then be advis'd, and warning take from fuch a man as me, I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal, nor one of high deree: You'll find difpleafure every where; then do as I have done, Een tune your pipe, and pleafe yourfelf with John of Badenyond.
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W«=re rideing down the brae.
Swift darts the eagle from the fky,
When prey berteath is feen; As quickly he forgot his hold, . .
And perch'd upon the green: O hie thee, hie theel lady gay,
Frae this dark wood awa: Some vifitors of gallant mein
Are hafting to the ha.
Then round fhe rowed her filken plaid Her Steot fhe did na fpare,
Until fhe left the foreft fkirts A lang bow-fhot and mair.
O where, O where, my good lord John
0 tell me where you ride? Within my caftle -wall this night
1 hope you mean to bide.
Kind nobles, will ye but alight,
Tn yonder bower to ltay; Saft eafe fhall teach you to forget
The hardnefs of the way. Forbear entreaty, gentle dame,
How can we here remain? Full well you ken your hulband dear
Was by our father flain.
The thoughts of which with fell reven^
Your angry bofom (Well: Enraged you've fworn that blood for blc
Should this black paffion quell. O fear not, fear not, good lord John,
That I will you betray, Or fue requittal for a debt
Which nature cannot pay.
, Bear witnefs, a' ye powers on high, Ye lights that gin to fhine, This night fhnll prove the facred cord That knits your faith and mine. , The lady flee with honeyed words Entic'd thir youths to ftay: But morning fun ncie fhone upon Lord John nor Rothemay.
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When in his arms -he taks me a'; An ay he vows he'll be my ain
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By yon burn-fide, gin ye maun ken, ~Tn a wee houfe wi' my mihnie.
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To fee my bony lafsie; And lang before the grey morn cam,
She was na hauf fae faucey.
O weary fa' the waukrife cock, And the foumart lay his crawin!
He wauken'd the auld wife frae her flee| A wee blink or the dawin.
An angry wife I wat fhe raife, And o'er the bed fhe brought her;
And wi' a meikle hazel rung
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O fare thee weel, my bony lafs: O fare thee weel, my hinn:e.
Thou art a gay and a bony lafs, But thou has a waukrife, minnie.
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Jn confcience I abhor him . Blithe and merry we's be' a'. Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, Blithe and merry we's be a*
To make a chearfu' quorum. Blithe and merry, we's be a', As langs we ha'e a breath to draw, And dance, 'till we be like to fa\
The reel of Tullochgorum.
There needs na' be fo great a phrafe Wi' dringing dull Ttalian lays, I wadna gi'e our ain Strathfpeys
For half a hundred fcore o'em: They're douff and dowie at the beft, Douff and dowie, douff and dowie; They're douff and dowie at the beft,
Wi' a' their variorum: They're douff and dowie at the beft, Their Allegros, and a' the reft, They cannot pleafe a Scotifh - tafte,
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Wi' keeping *jp decorum: £hali we fae four and fulky fit, Scur &7,d fulky, four and fulky;
Shall we fae four and fulky fit,
Like auld Philofophorum ? Shall we fae four and fulky fit, Wi'neither fenfe, nor mirth, nor wit, And canna rife to fhake a fit, At the reel of Tullochgorum.
May choiceft blefsings ftill attend Each honeft- hearted open friend, And calm and quiet be his end,
Be a'. that's good before him! May peace and plenty be hi* lot, Peace and plenty, peace and plenty; May peace and plenty be his lot,
And dainties a' great ftore o em! May peace and plenty be his lot, Unftain'd by any vicious blot; And may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum .
But for the difcontented fool, Who wants to be opprefsion's tool, May envy gnaw his rotten foul,
And blackeft fiends devore himi May dool and forrow be his chance, Dool and forrow, dool and forrow, May dool and forrow be his chance,
And honeft fouls abhor him; - May dool and forrow be his chance, And a' the ills that come frae France, Whoe'er he be that winna dance
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Their tricks and craft hae put me daft, They've tacn me in an a' that,
But clear your do ks and here's. The lexl [ like the jads for a' that.
In rapture fweet this hour we meet, For a' that art a that,
Wi' mutual love an a' that; And tvxice as meikle's a that;
But for, how lang the flie may ftang. The bony lafs that I lo'e b*ft,
Let inclination law that. - She'll be my ain for a that. For a' that fe'e.
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Three merry boys I trow are we; That's blinkin in the lift fae hie;
And mony a night we've merry been, She fhines fae bright to wyle us hame,
And mony mae we hope to bei But by my footh (he'll wait a weei .
Cho? We are na fou,&c. Cho? We are na fo«,fcc
Wha firft fhall rife to gang awa,
A cuckold, coward loun is he! Wha firft befide his chair fhall fa'
He is the king amang us three! Chos We are na fou,&c.
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But I met the Devil and Dundee On th' Braes o Killicrankie, O. An ye had been &c .
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The ewie Sic. Cauld or hunger never da rig her, Wind or rain could never wrang her, Ance £he lay "a,"wook an' langer Out aneath a wreath o' fnaw. The ewie Sic _
When other ewies lap the dyke, And ate the kail for a' the tyke, My ewie never play 'd the like
But tees'd about the barn yard wa'.
The ewie Sic. A better nor a thriftier bcaft, Nae honeft man cou'd weel ha' wifr, For filly thing fhe never mift, To hae ilk year a lamb or twa .
The ewie Sic . The firft fhe had I gae to Jock, To be to him a kind of ftock. And now the laddie has a flock, Of mair nor thirty head te ca .
The ewie Sic. The neeft I gae to Jean; and now, The bairn's fae bra', has fauld fae fu', That lads fae thick come her to woo, They re fain to fleep on hay or ftraw.
The ewie Sic. I looked ay at even for her, For fear the fumart mi^ht devour her, Or fbme mefhanter had come o'er her, If the beaftie bade awa'.
The ewie Sic .
Yet monday laft for a my keeping, I canna fpeak it without greeting. A villain came when I was fleeping. And ftaw my ewie, horn and a.
The ewie Sic. I fought her fair upo' the morn And down beneath a bufs of thorn I got my ewie's crooked horn, But ah. my ewie was awa.
The ewie &c- But an 1 had the lown that did it, I've fworn and ban'd as well as faid it Tho' a' the war Id fhoud forbid it, 1 £houd gie his neck a thraw.
The ewie Sic. I never met wi' fick a turn As this, fince ever I was born, My ewie wi' the crooked horn, Peur filly ewie ftown awa'.
The ewie Sic. O had fhe died of crook or cauld, As ewies die when they are auld, It wad> na been by mony fauld, Sae fair a heart to hane o's a'.
The ewie &c. For a the claith that we hae worn, Frae her and hers fae aften fhorn, The lofs of her we cou'd ha'e born, Had fair ftrae death tane her awa'.
The ewie Sic. But filly thing to lofe her life, Aneath a greedy villains knife, I'm. really fearb that our good wife Sail never win aboon't ava.
The ewie Sic. O all ye bards beneath Kinghorn, Call up your mufes let them mourn, Our ewie wi' the crooked horn, Is ftown frae' us and fell'd and a'.
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Where lambkins wanton through the broom: Tho wgndering, now, muft be my doom,
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What care I in riches to wallow, If I mauna marry Tam Glen.
There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller, 'Gude.day to you brute he comes b«.n
He brags and he blaw's.o' his filler, But when will he dance JikeTam Glen
My Minnie does conftantly deave me.
And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, fhe .fays, to deceive me,
But wha can thinkfae o' Tam Glen.
My Daddie fays, gin I'll forfake him. He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten
But, if its ordain'd I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen .
Yeftreen at the Valentines' dealing, My heart to my mou gied a ften;
For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen.
.The laft Halloween I was waukin My droukit fa*k-fleeve, as ye ken;
His likenefs cam up tfte houfe ftaukin, - And the very grey b'reeks o Tam Glen.
Come counfel,dear Tittie, don't tarry;
I'll gie you my bonie black hen, Gif ye will advife me to Marry
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They cad him Tamie Lamie-O, Gae ben and fetch to me the can, .
That I may get a dramie-O. Tamie was an honeft man,
Himftlf he took a drapie-O, ft was nae weil out o'er his craig,
Till fhe was on his tapie-O.
Quoth £he,the deil flee o'er your crai^,
Ye greedy druken coofie Ol My wee drap drink, I had nae mair,
And I maun die o' drouthie O, She paid him weil, baith back and fid' ,
And Cur fhe creifh'd his backit-0 And made his fkir. baith blue and black,
And gar'd his fhouldcis crackie-O.
Then he's awa' to the malt barn,
And he has ta'en a pockie-O, He put her in, baith head and tail,
And caft her o'er his backie-O. The carlii.g fpurr'd wi' head and feet,
The carle he v\as fae ackie-O, To itka wa' that he came by,
He gard her head play knackie-O.
Goodman, I think you'll murder me,
My brains you out will knockie-O, He gi'd her ay the other hitch,
Lie ftill, you devil's buckie-O. Goodman, I'm like to make my burn,
O let me out, dear Tamie- O; He fet her1 down upon a ftane,
And bade her pie a damie-O.
Then Tamie took her aff the ftane,
And put her in the pockie-O, And when fhe did begin to fpur,
He lent her ay a knockie-O. Away he went to the mill-dam,
And there ga'e her a duckie-O, And ilka chiel that had a ftick,
Play 'd thjjhp upon her backie-O.
And when he took her hame again,
He did hing up the pockie-O, Af her bed-fide, as I hear fay,
Tpon a little knagie_0. A fid ilka day that fhe up-rofe,
fn naithing but her fmockie-O, Sue loon as fhe look'd o'er the bed,
She might behold the pockie-O.
Now all ye men, baith far and near,
That have a drunken tutie-O, Duck you your wives in time of year,
And I'll lend you the pockie-O, The wife did live for nineteen years,
And was fu' frank and cuthie-O, And ever fince fhe got the duck,
She never had the drouthie -O.
At laft the carling chane'd to die,
And Tamie did her bury-O, And for the pub lick benefit,
He has gar'd print the curie _0. And this he did her motto make;
Here lies an honeft luckie-O, Who never jEpft the drinking trade,
Until flic got a duckie_0.
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On the reftoration of the forfeited Eftates 1 784.
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No more the trumpet calls to arms,
Awaking battle's fierce alarms, But every heroe's bofom warms,
With fongs of exultation, While brave Lochiel at length regains,
Thro' toils of war his native plains, And won by glorious wounds, attains,
His high paternal ftation.
Let now the voice of joy prevail,
And echoe wide from hill to vale; Ye warlike Clans arife and hail,
Your laurelfd Chiefs returning. O'er ev'ry mountain every ifle,
Let peace in all her lufter fmile, And difcord ne'er her day defile.
With fullen fhades of mourning.
Whofe generous bounty richly pours, The ftreams of plenty round your Chore
To Scotia's hills their pride rc-ftores, Her faded honours raifing.
Let all the joyous banquet fhare,
Nor e'er let Gothic grandour dare, With fcowling brow to overbear
A Vafsals rights invading Let Freedoms confcious Sons difdain
To croud his fawning timed train. Nor even own his haughty reign
Their dignity- degrading.
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M? Leod, McDonald join the ftrain,
M? Pherfon, Frafer, and M? Lean, Thro' all your bounds let gladnefa reign, With undivided heart and hand
Both Prince and patriot praifing, For freedom King and Nation.
Ye northern Chiefs, whofe rage unbroke Has ftill repell'd the tyrants fhock,
Who ne'er have bow'd beneath her yoke With fervile bafe proft ration,
Let each now train his trufty band 'Gainft foreign Foes alone to ftand
The Campbells are comin.
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Great Argyle he goes before, The Campbells they are a' in arms '
He niaks his cannons and guns to roar, Their loyal faith and truth to fhow,
Wi' found o' trumpet, pipe and drum Wi' banners rattling in the vwnd,
The Campbells are comin Oho, Ohoi The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho. Cho* The Campbells fcc. Cho! The Campbells fce.
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"My hand is in my hus' if.fkap, Then faid the one unto the Othl r,
Goodman, as ye may fee O, '"Here, man, tak \e id> knife O
And itfhou'd nae be barr'd this hundred Do }e tak aff the auld man's beard, Its lio be barr'd for me O'.' (year, And I'll kifs the goodwife. O
They made a paction 'tween them twa, "But there's nae water in the houfc, They made it firm and fure; O ' And what fhall we do than."0
That the firft who fhould fpeak the fcreroou'What ails ye at the pudding broo, Shou'd rile and bar the door 0.(word, That boils into the pan O."
Then by there came two gentleman, At twelve o clock at' night, O
And_they could tieither fee houfe nor Nor coal nor candle light O. (hall,
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An angry man was he,0 "Will ye kifs my wife before my een,
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Now, whether is this a rich man's houfe, Then up and ftarted our goodwife, Or whether is it a poor. O Gied three fkips on the floor,0
But never a word wad ane o' them fpeak, "Goodman, you've fpoken the foremoft For barring of the door, O. Get up and bar the door, O!' (word,
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PRE FACE.
~TiTHE>J the Editor Publifhed the third Volume of this work, he had reafon to conclude that one volume mora would finifh the
Publication Still however, he has a considerable number of Scots
Airs and Songs more than his plan allowed him to include in this
fourth volume. Thefe, though in all probability the\ will not amount
to what he has hitherto publifhed as one volume, he fhall yet give to the world; that the Scots Mufical Mufeum may be a Collection of
ever}- Scots Song extant. To thofe who object that his Publication
contains pieces of inferior, or little value, the Editor anfvters, by
referring to his plan All oir Songs cannot have equal merit.
Befides, as the world have not yet agreed on any unerring balance, any undifputcd ftandard, in matters of Tafte, what to one perfon yields no manner of pleafure, may to arother be a high enjoyment.
Edm' Auguft 13. 1792.
Entered in Stationers Hall.
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T- IV Index to Atolume Fourth.
Note, the Soups marked B. R. X. 8Cc. are originals bv different hands, but all of them Scots gentlemen, who have favoured the Editor and the Public at large with their compofitions: thefe marked Z, are old verfes, with corrections or additions.
Firft line of each Song. Authors Names Page
A
A Southland Jenny that was right bonie ________ 318
As 1 came down by yon caftle wa' _________ 336
All hail to thee thou bawmy bud_ __ _____ __ 340
Altho' I be but a country lafs _ _ ______ _ 356
Ae fond kifs and then we fever _ __ _ .. ___ __ 358
As I was a wandering ae midfummer e'enih _____ _ 359
An O for ane and twenty Tami _________ 366
As I was a walking all alone _ _ _______ _382
A nobleman liv'd in a village of late_ _ _ 384
Ay waking oh waking ay and wearie._See another fet.Song N?2131
Vol:3?j"396 As Patie cam up frae the glen __ _ _ _ _ __ _ 396
As I went out, ae may morning _________ 340
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By yon caftle wa' at the clofe of the day _______ 326
Bonie wee thing canie wee thing __ __ _ ___ 351
Coin in thro' the craiges o' Kyle _ _ Mifs Jean Glover _ _ _ _ 338 Come here's to the nymph that I love ___ _____ 354
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Frae the friends and land I love ________ 312
Forbear gentle youth to purfue me in vain _ _ _ _ _ _ 344
Farewell to a' our Scottifh Fame _.__ _ ___ _39l
Farewell thou fair day thou green earth & ye fkies _ Burns _ - 399 Flow gentle fv\eet Afton among thy green braes _ _ _ 400
Gone is the day and m'rk the night ________ 323
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He> Donald how Donald - _ _ _ _ _ _ ____ 344
He) how my Johnie Lad __________ 368
Harken and I will tell vou how _________ 38©
I I've been courting at a I.afs __________ 316
I fine cf a Whittle a Whiffle of worth _ Burns_(Tee the end of^ _
8 the Index _.:J~ ~d24
I do confefs thou art fae fair __________ 332
I hae been at Crookicden __ ________ 342
It is na Jean thy bonie face _ _ Mufic by Ofwald _ _ _ _ 343
I hae a wife o' my ain__ _ _ __ __ __ - 364
In fummer when the hay was maun _ _ _ _ - _ _ _ 376
Jockey fou and Jer.ny fain _________ _ 395
It was in fweet Senegal _ ____- — ____ 3y8
I love my jovial Sailor ___________ 404
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Keen blaws the wind o'er Donochthead _ _ _ _ _ _ Page _ 388
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Late in an evening forth I went _ ________ 328
My Soger Laddie is over the fea ______ ___ 334
My heroi mv hero mv beautious my brave _ _ _ _ _ _ 352
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Now weftlin winds and flaughterin guns _ _ _ Burns _ _ 363
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Our Lords are to the mountains gane _ ■ _ _._ _ _ _ _ 312
O mighty natures handy work _ _ M?Learmont at Dalkieth _ _ 314 O John come kifs me now now _ _ __ _, __ _ 315
O Ladie I maun lo'e thee _ _ _ _ ___ ___ 320
O meikle thinks my love o my beauty ______ 322
O how can I be blythe and glad _________ _ 328
O as I was kift yeftreen _ Compofed on an amour of John Duke)
of Argyle _ J"330 O where wad bonie Annie ly _ _ _ _ ______ 335
O Galloway Tam cam here to woo _ _. - _ - _ _ _ 336 O where hae ye been Lord Ronald my fon_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 337
O faw ye my dearie my Eppie M? Nab __ - _ _ ___ 346
O how fhall I unfkilfu try _ _ _ _ _ _____ 360
O when fhe came ben fhe bobbed _ _______ 364
O fare ye weel my auld wife __ ________ 365
O Logie o Buchan O Logic the Laird _ _ _ _ _ _ - 368
O Kenmures on and awa Willie __ _ _ _ ____ 370
O Lee/e me on my Spinning Wheel _ Burns _The Mufic by Ofwald _ 371 O Luve will venture ___■__--____ _ 386
O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er the caftle wa _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 390
O can ye labor lea young man _ _ • _ _ - _ -_ - 407 O all ye luves and groves lament- ____ ____ 408
O Love thou delights in mans ruin _ faid to be a Seceding ^
Clergyman at Biggar_J"~ ~ ^13 xv Roys wife of Aldivalldch _ _ _ J Mf8 Grant-, of C++++n _ _ 352
Sweet clofes the- evening on Craigieburn Wood _____ 311
She fat down below a thorn _______ ___ 331
Senfibility how charming _ Burns _ the Mufic by Mf-M. S. _ 339 Some fpicks of Lords, fome fpicks of Lairds __ _ _ __367
Sleepy body drouly body __________ 404
She's fair and faufe that caufe my fmart_ ■ _ _ _ _ _ _411
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The country Swain that haunts the plain _ ___ _ _ _ 316
Thou art gane awa, thou art gane awa ______ - 348
The tears I fhed muft ever fall _ _, _ Mifs C++++ + n _ 350
The tither morn when I forlorn ____ _____ 355
There was a battle in the north _ _______ 357
The weary pund the weary pund _________ 362
The Shepherds wife cries o'er the knowe _ _____ 372
There came a Ghoft to Margarets door _ _ _ _ _ 374
The noble Maxwels and their powers - The Mufic bv Rob. Riddel 375
EfqT of Glenriddel _ _
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There livd a man in y onder glen _ This Song; & T_ne feem to )
-be the original of Song N? 300 in Volume 3d - Tradition [ _ 376 _ _ fay* Johnie Blunt lived fomewhere in Crawford Muirs _ k Turn again thou fair Eli/a -_____„___ _378
There lived a Carl in Kelljburn braes _______ 392
The fmiling fpring _omes in rejoicing ______ _ 401
The Ducks dung o'er my daddy _________ 409
The Deil cam fiddlen thro' the Town- _ _ 412
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When firft my brave Johnie Lad _ __ _ _ _ _ _ 319
What can a young Lafsie __ __ ____: __ 327
When 1 was a young lad my fortune was bad _ _ """" _ _ _ 332 Wha's that at my bower door ____ _ __ _ 347
Whare live ye mv bonie lafs ____ _ _ __ ^72
Willie Waftle dwalt on Tweed ____•_ _ _ 389
When dear Evanthe we were young _ _ •_ _ _ _ _ 394
Where Cart rins rowin to the fea _ _ _. _ 403
While hopelefs and almoft reduced to difpair _M? R. Mundeli _ 406
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Yon wild mofsy mountains fae lofty and wide _ _ _ _ 340 Ye Jacobits by name give an ear __ _._ _ _ __383 Ye Banks and braes o' bonie Don_ Burns, the Mufic by MT)
James Millar Writer in Edinr. _ C " " 387 Ye watchfull guardians of the Fair _ Ramfay _ _ _ -* _ 302
As the authentic Profe hiftory of the- Whiftle is curious, we (hall here fubjoin it. _In the train of Anne, Princefs of Denmark, when fhe came to Scot- -land with her hufband, Janes the Sixth, there came over alfo a Danifh gentle- -man of gigantic Stature and great prowefe,and a matchlefs devotee of Bacchus.
He had a curious ebony Ca\ or Whiftle, which, at the beginning of the orgies he laid on the table, and whoever was laft able to blow the Whiftle, ■every body elfe being difabled by the potency of the bottle, was to carry
off the Whiftle as a trophy of victory. The Dane produced credentials of
his victories, without a fingle defeat, at the courts of Copenhagen, Stock- -holm, Mofcow, Warfaw,and feveral of the petty courts of Germany; and challenged the Scotifh Bacchanalians to the alternative of trying his piowefs, Or elfe of acknowledging their inferiority. _ After many overthrows on the part of the Scots the Dane was encountered by Sir Robert I.owrie of Max- -Wfclton, anceftor to the prefent Sir Robert, who after three days £ nights Claret- fhed, left the fcandmavian dead-drunk,"And blew on the Whiftle
his requiem fhriir/ Sir Walter Lowrie, fun to Sir Robert before menti-
-oned, afterwards loft the VVhtf'tle to Walter Riddel of Glenriddel, who
had married the fifttr of Sir Walter. -On Friday, the Sixteenth of
October 1790, the Wr.jftle was once more contended for, as related in the Ballad, by the prefent Sir Hobert Lowrieof Maxwelron; Rob! Riddel EfqV of Glenriddel, lineal deicendant and representative of Walter RiddVl who won the Whiftle, and in whofe Family it had continued; and Alex .r Fergufon EfqT of Craigdarroch, likewife defcended of the great Sir Robert, which laft gentleman carried off the hard-won honors of the Field . __________________________
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I fee the fpreading leaves and flowers, I hear the wild birds finging;
But pleafure they hae nane for me While care my heart is wringing. Beyond thee, &c.
I can na tell, I maun na tell, I dare na for your arger:
But fecret love willbteak my heart, If I conceal it langer. Beyond thee, &c.
' fee thee gracefu, ftraight and taXlt
f fte thee ftveet and bori?, Bi> Oh, what will i -rSS be,
If thou refufe thy Johniel Beyond thte, 8tc.
To fee thee in another s arms, In love to lie and languifh,
Twad be my dead, that will be feen, My heart wad bruft wi' anguifh. Beeyond thee, fee.
But Jeanie« fay thou wilt be mine, Say, thou loes nane before me;
Ar.d a' my days o life to come I'll gratefully adore thee. Bej nvd thee, <tc.
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Frae the friends nnd Land I love.
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Defart ilka blooming (ho re; Till the Fates, nae mair fevere,
Friendfhip, Love and Peace reftore. Till Revenge, wi laurell'd head
Bring our Bamfhed hame again; And ilk loyal, bonie lad
Crofs the feas and win his ain.
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And they hae tied him hand and foot, And led him up thro* Stirling town; The lads and lafses met him there, 'Cried, Hughie Graham thou art a loun.
O lowfe my right hand free, he fays, And put my braid fword in the fame; He's no in Stirling town this day, Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham.
Cp then befpake the brave Whitefoord, As he fat by the bifhop's knee, Five hundred white ftots I'll gie you, Tf ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free.
O haud your tongue, the bifhop fays, And wi' your pleading let me be; For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat, Hughie Graham this day fhail die.
CTp then btfpake the fair Whitefoord, As fhe fat by the bifhop's knee; Five hundred white pence I'll gee youj If ye'U gie Hughie Graham to me.
O haud your tongue now lady fair, And wi' jour pleading It^it be, NMtho' ten Grahams were in his coat, Its for my honor ho maun die.
Theyve t-i?n him to the gallows fcnov>< He Iopktd *o the ga!!ov\s +'ee,
Yet never colourleft his cheek, Nor ever did he bhn' his e'e.
At length he looked tound about,--* To fee whatever he could fp\ ; And there he faw his auld father, And he was weeping bitterly.
0 haud your tongue, my father dear, And wi' your weeping let it be; Thy weeping's fairer on uy. heart, Than a' that they can do to tr.e.
And ye may gie my brother-John, My fword that's bent in the middle clear, And let him come at twelve o clock," And fee me pay the bifhops mare. .'
And ye may gie jay brother James, My fword that's bent in the middle brow- And bid him come at four o clock, And fee his brother Hugh cut down.
Remember me to Maggy my wife, The nieft time ye gang oer the moor; Tell her, fhe ftaw the bifhops mare, Tell her, fhe was the bifhop's whore.
And ye may tell my kith and kin,
1 never did difgrace their blood; And when they m^et the bifhop's cio««k. To mak it fhorti c the hood.
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The Sailor fpreads the daring fail, A Monarch tea'es his golden throne,
Thro* angry feas a foaming; Wi' other men in common,
The jewels, gems o* foreign fhores, He flings afide his crown, and kneels
He gies to pleafe a Woman. A Subject to a Woman.
The Sodger fights o'er crimfon fields, Tho' I had a e'er man pofsefsd,
Tn diftant climates roaming; Barbarian, Greek, or- Roman;
Yet lays, wi* pride, his laurels down, It wad nae a' be worth a ftrae,
Before all— conquering Woman. Without my goddefs, Woman.
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I wou'd marry her without a coat, And when 1 fleep, or when I wake,
Or e'er a plack o' gear. She does my fenfes fill.
For, truft me, when I faw her firft, May Heavens guard the bonny lals
She c;'»e me fick a wound. That fweetens a' my lift;
That a' the doctors i' the earth And fhame fa' me gin e'er I fcek
Can never mak me found. Anither for my wife.
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Syne tuned her voice to fing; She fang fae fweet, wi' notes compleat,
Gard a' the echoes ring; And a' the males lay by their flails.
And dance moft merrily; And blefs the hour that fhe had power
To fhake thf peafe_ ftrae.
The mufing fwain difturb'd in brain,
Faft to her arms he flew, And ftrave a while, then wi* a fmiU,
Sweet Jenny red in hue, She faid right aft, I think ye're daft,
That tempts a laffie fae; \e'll do me wrang, pray let me gang.
And fhake the p&afe_ftrae .
My heart, faid he. fair wounded be, For thee, my Jenny fair; '
Without a jeft, I get nae reft. My bed it proves a fnare.
Thy image fine, prefents me fv~nev And takes a* reft me frae;
And while I dream, in your efteem You reckon me your fae.
Which is a fign ye will be mine,
Dear Jenny (ay rae na; But foon comply, or elfe I die,
Sae tell me but a flaw, If you can love, for none above
Thee 1 can fancy fae, I would be bleft if 1 but wift,
That you would fhake my ftrae.
Then Jenny fmild, faid,youre beguil'd,
T canna fancy thee; My minny,bauld, fhe would me fcauld,
Sae dinna die for me. But yet I own I am near grown,
A wrvman; fince its fae, I'll marry thee, fyr.e Vou'll get me
To, fhake your peafe ftnie.
A Southland Jenny.
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Come awa then, my Norland laddie, Tho' we gang neat, fome are mair gaudy; Albiet I hae neither land nor money, Come, and I'll ware my beauty on thee.
Ye lafses o' the South, ye 're a' for drefsin; Lafses p' the North mind mil kin and threfhin: My minnie wad be angry, and fae wad my daddie, Should I marry- ane as dink as a lady.
I maun hae a wife that will rife i' the mornin, Crudle a' the milk, and keep the houfe a fcauldin, Tulzie wi' lier neebors, and learn at my minnie, A Norland Jockie maun hae a Norland Jenny.
My father's 'only dochter, wi' farms and filler ready,
Wad be ill beftowed upon fie a clownifh body;
A' that I faid was to try what was in thee,
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