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The Lovely Lafs of Invernefs 




40l"V^ The love-Ij" lafs o' In_ver_ nefs, Nae joy nor pleasure 








can fhe fee; For a 1 en and morn fhe cries, A_Iasl And 




ay the faist tear blins her ee. Drum- of- sie moor, Drum- 


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^ _of_sie day, A waefu da)- it *>'as to uie; For there I loft my 

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father dear, Mv fa_ther dear and brethren three 

Their winding iheet the bludy cla% , 

Their graves are growing green to fee; 
And by them lies the dear eft lad 

That ever bieft a woman's e'ei 
Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, 

A bludy man I trow thou be; 
For mony a heart thou has made fair 

That neer did wrang to thine or tbcei 


A red red KolY 



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405 *V * ° m >' Luve ' s like a re <*» re <* rofe, That' 





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<*^ new _ ly fprung in June; O My Luve'a like 




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•<( fair art thou, my bon _ ie lafs, So deep in luve am 

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-s* - ' ij And I will luve thee ftill, my. dear,- Till 

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•<*^ a* the fea» g a »g dry. Till a' the feas gang dry, my 


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Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the fun: O 1 will tova the 


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ftill ny dear, While the funds o life fhall rua. 




Old Set^Red red Rofe. 



40(5 a*^ ® m ^ tuve's like a red c red rofe, That's 





new _ ly fpruni? in 




Hie_lo_die That's fweet _ fy play'd in tune. 

As fair art thou, my bome la fa, 

So deep in luve am I; 
And I will love thee ftill, my Dear, 

Till * the feas gang dry. 

Till a' the feas gang dry, my Dear, 
And the rocks melt wi' the fun: 

I will love thee ftill, my Dear, 
While the fands o* life fhall run: 

And fare thee weel, my only Luvel 
And fare thee weel, a while! 

And I *ill come again, my Luve, 
Tho it ware ten thoufand mile. 


Mary Qneen of Scots Lament. 

404 *^*^ Now nature hangs her mantle green On ilka blooming 









tree, And fpreads her fheets o' daifies white Out o'er the grafsy lea 

Now Phoebus cheats the eryftal ftieamsX 6 * here I lie in foreign bands, 
And glads the a-zure fkies; And never ending care. 

But nought can glad the weary wight 

That faft in durance lies But as for thee, thou falfe woman, 

My filter and my fae, 

Now laverocks wake the merry morn» Grim vengeance,yet, fhaH whet a fword 

Aloft on dewy wing; 
The merle, in his noontide bowr, 
Makes woodland echoes ring 

The mavis mild wi many a no'ie s 
Sings drowfv day to reft: 

In love and freedom they rejoice, 
Wi' care nor thrall oppreft. 

Kow blooms the lily by the bank, 
The primrofe down the brae; 

The hawthorn's budding in the glen. 
And milk-white is the flae? 

Tee meaneft hind in fair Scotl&md 
May rove their {weetg amangj 

But I, the Queen of a' Scotland, 
Maun lie in prifon ftrang, 

I was the Queen o bonie France, 
Where happy I hae been; 

Fu' lightly rafo I in the morn, 
As blythe lay down at e en: 

That thro thy foul fhailgae; 

The weeping blood in wCBaanflbreaCt 

Waa never known to thee; 
Nor th* balm that drapss on wounds of 

Frae womans pitying e'e, ^woe 

My fonl my foni mny kinder ftars 

Upon thj fortune fh:ne: 
And may thofe pleafures gild try reign- 

That n©*« wad blink on mine! 

God keep thee i«' c tfc> mothers & 
Or turn thrir hearts to thee! 

And where thou meet ft thy mothers friend. 
Remember him for mei 

Oifoon,to me, may rummer-funs 
Mae mair light up the morni 

ftfae mair, to me, the autumn w.ndj 
Wave o'er the yellow corn I 

And in the narrow houfe o death 
Let winter round me rave J 
And I'm the fov'reign of Scotland, And the next ilowVf, that deck the fpring 
Jklod mony a traitor there; Bloom or. my peaceful grave . 

A Lafsie all alone. 


\ Tune, Cumnock 


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A C\ J^\^k As I ftood by yon rooflefo tower.Where the wa flower (cents the 


^ in time,very Slow 

anen'dng our lads, beyond the Tea; In the bluidy wars they fa and our 


^ in time very Slow. 

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honors gane and a", And broken-hearted we maun die. 





The winds were laid, the air was ftill, Now, looking over firth and fauld, 

The ftars they (hot alang the fky ; Her horn the pale-fee'd Cynthia rear'd, 

The tod was howling on the hill, When, lo, in form of Mir.ftrel auld, 

And the diftant-echoing glens reply. A ftem and (talwart ghaift appear VS. 

A lafsie etc. A lafsie &c. 

And frae his harp fie ftrains did flow, 
Might rousd the Hunibering Dead to 

The burn, adown its ha/el ly path, 

Was rufhing by the mind wa*, 
Halting to join the fweeping Nith But oh, it was a tale of woe, (hear; 

Whale roarings feem'd to rife and fa'. As ever met a Britons ear, 

A lafsie &c. 

A lafsie fee. 

The cauld blae north was ftreaming forth He fang wi' joy his former day, 
Her lights, wi* hi fsing, eerie din; He weeping wail*d his latter times; 

Athort the lift they ftart and fhift, But what he faid it was nae play, 
Like Fortunes favors, tint as win.. I wiana yentuvt in my rhyme . 
A lafsie fee. A lafsit §Cfe. n 

The Wrens Neft. 


40G "V* Tie Robin cam to tJbe wren's neft And keekit in & keekit 


S in, O weels jre on your auld pow. 


, Wad ye be in wad ye be in. Ye'ff* 

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ne'er get leave to lie without, And I within, and I with_ in As 

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;• I hae an auid clout, To row you in, to row you in, 

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Peggy in Devotion. 

* 4~ nature gave thee beauty, Grant the kifs, The higheft blift; For 



it is thy du - ty Lif _ ten girl to 


Jamie o* the glen, 

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4 O A *S Auld flob the laird o niuckle land,*o woo me was nae very 


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b£»te, But fpite o a hie gear he fend, He came to woo, a dayoer late. 


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-<f A lad fae blyth, fae full o glee. My heart did never never ken, ft. 


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nane can gie lie joy to me, as Jamie o' the glen. 





My minny grat like daft and rard, 
To gar me wi' her will comply. 
But ftili I wadna hae the laird 
Wi a* hie oufen, fheep, and kye 
A lad fae blyth &c. 

Ah what are. filks and fattins bra 
What s a his warldly gear to me. 
They re daft that caft them fe Ives awa 
Where nae content or luve can be. 
A lad fae blyth fee. 

I cou'd na bide the filly clafh 
Cam hourly frae the gawky laird . 
And fae to ftop his gab and fafh 
Wi* Jamie to the kirk repaird. 
A lad fae blyth &c. 

Now ilka fimmer's day fae lang, 
And winter's clad wi'froftand fnaw 
A tunefu' lilt and bonny fang 
Ay keep dull care and ftrife awa. 
A lad fae blyth &c. 


O gin ye were dead Gndeman. 



400 "V* ^ an ^ e - were dead Gudeman A green turf on jour 







head gudeman, I -wad beftow my widowhood up_on a ranton Highland- 





guile ;, i f rT fM.gLOia^ 

■^*^ -man. There* fax eggs in the pan gudeman,Theres fax eggs in the pan 

A fheep- head's in the pot, gudeman, 

A fheep-heads in the pot, gudeman; 

The flefh to him the broo to me, 

An the horns become your brow, gudeman. 
Cho? Sing round about the fire wi* & rung fhe ran, 
An round about the fire wi'a rung fh© ran: 
Your horns fhall tie you to the ft&w, 
And I fhall bang your hide, gudesnan. 

410"^^ ^ friend o' " mine came here yef_ treen, -An J 

My Wife has taen the gee. 



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he mad hae me down, To drink a pot of ale wi' him. In 


the xiieft borrows townj But oh, slake! it wag the waur, And 



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fair the waur for me; For lang or e'er that I came 

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hame, My wife had taen the gee. 

We fat fae late, and drank fae ftout, 

The truth I tell to you, 
That lang or ever midnight came, 

W© were »' roaring fou. 
My wif© fits at the fire-fide; 

And the tear blinda ay her ee, 
The neer a bed will fhe gae to; 

But fit and tak the gee. 

In the morning foon,v,hen I came down, 
The neer a word fhe fpake; 

But mom- a fad and four look. 
And ay her head fhe'd (hake. 

My dear,quoth I, what aileth thee, 

To look fae four on me? 
I'll never do the like aga'ln, 

If you'll ne'er tak the gee. 

When that fhe heard, (The ran, fhe Hang 

Her arms about my neck 
Arui twenty kiffies in a c~acfc, 

And, poor wee thing, fhe #iat.. 
If j-ou'U neet do the Iika again, 

But bide at name wi m<. ., 
I'll lay lr.y life Ife ho the wife, 

Thalia never cak tl > gee. 







I forbid you, maiden* a' That wear gowd or your 

J hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tarn Lin is there. 





There s nane that gaea by Carterhaugh 
But they leave him a wad; 

Either their rings, or green mantles, 
Or elie their maidenhead. 

Janet has belted her green kirtle, 

A little aboon her knee, 
And fhe has feroded her yellow hair 

A little aboon her bree; 

And file's aws to Carterhaugh 

As iaft as fhe can Me, 
When foe came to Carterhaugh 

Tom-Lin was at the wall, 

And there foe fand his fteed ftanding 

But away was himiel. 
She had na pud a double rof© 

A rofe but only twa, 

Till up then ftarted young Tam-Lin, 
Says, Lady, thou's pu* nae one. 

Why pu's thou the rofe, Janet, 
And why breaks thou the wane?. 

Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh 
Withoutten my command? 

Carterhaugh it is my ain, 
My daddie gave it me; 

I'll come and gang by Carterhaugh 
And aflc nae leave at thee. 

Janet has kilted her green kirtle, 
A little aboon her knee, 

And fhe has fnooded her yellow hair, 

A little aboon her bree, 
And file is to her fathers ha, 
'- b fait at? fhe can hie. 

Four and twenty ladies fair, 

Were playing at the ba, 
And out then cam the fair Janet, 

Ance the flower amang them a, 

Four and twenty ladies fair, 
Were playing at the chefs. 

And out then cam the fair Janet, 
As green as onie glafs. 

Out then fpak an auld grey knight, 

Lay o'er the caftle W, 
And fays, Alas, fair Janet for thee, 

But we'll be blamed a„ 

Maud your tongue, ye auid facd king 
Some ill death may ye die, 

Father my bairn on whom ! will, 
I'll lather nane on thee. 

Out then fpak her father dear, 
And he fpak meek sr.d mild. 

And ever alas, fv.eet Janet, he %s ? 
I think thou gaes wi' child « 

If that I gae wi' child, father, 
Myfel maun bear the blame; 

There's ne'er a laird about your ha, 
Shall get the bairns name. 

If my Love were an earthly knight. 

As he's an elfin grey; 
I wad na gie my aio true-love 

For nae lord that ye hae. 

The fteed that r.y true -love rides on, 

Is Lighter than the p ind; 
Wi' filler he is (hod before, 

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Jenet has kilted her green kirtle 

A little aboon her knee; 
And fhe hag fnooded cer yellow hair 

A little aboon her brie; 

And fhe a awa to Carterliaugh 

As fa ft as fhe can hie 
When fhe cam to Carterhaugh, 

Tam-Lin was at the well; 

And there fhe fand his fteed ftanding, 

But away was himfel. 
She had na pud a double rofe, 

A rofe but only twa, 

Till up then ftarted young Tam-Lin, 
Says, Lady thou pus nae mae. 

Why pus thou the rofe Janet, 
Am&ng the groves fae green, 

And a' to kill the bonie babe 
That we gat us between. 

tell nae, tell me, Tam-Lin fhe fays, 
Four's fake that died on tree, 

If eer ye was in holy chapel, 

Or Chriftendom did fee. 
Roxbrugh he was my grandfather, 

Took me with him to bide 

And ance it fell upon a day 

That wae did me betide. 
And ance it fell upon a day, 

A cauld day and a fnell. 

When we were frae the hunting come 
That frae my horfe I fell. 

The queen ©' Fairies fhe caught me, 
In yon green hill to dwell, 

And pleafant is the fairy- land; 

But, an eerie tale to tell! 
Ay at the end of feven years 

We pay a tiend to hell. 

1 am fae fair and fu' o' flefh 

1 m fear'd it be myfel. 
But the night is Halloween, lady, 
The morn is Hallowday; 

Then win me, win me, an ye will, 

For weel I wat ye may. 
Jaft at the mirk and midnight hour 

The Tiirv folk will ride; 

And they that wad their truelove win, 
At Milefcrofs they maun bide. 

But how fhall I thee, ken Tam-Lin, 
Or how my true love know. 

Amang fae mony unco knights, 

The like I never faw. 
O firft let pafs the black Lady, 

And fyne let pafs the brown; 

But quickly run to the milk white- 
Pu ye his rider down. ( fteed, 

For I'll ride on the milk-white fteed, 
And ay neareft the town. 

Becaufe I was an earthly knight 
They gie me that renown. 

My right hand will be glovd lady, 
My left hand will be bare 

Cockt up fhall my bonnet be, 
And kaim'd down fhall my hair, 

And thae's the takens I gie thee, 
Nae doubt I will be there. - ^ 

They'll turn me in your arms lady, 

Into an efk and adder, 
But hald me faft and fear me not, 

I am your bairn's father. 

They 11 turn me to a bear fae grim , 

And then a lion bold, 
But hold me faft and fear me not, 

As ye fhall love your child. 

Again they'll turn me in your arms, 
To a red het gaud of aim. 

But hold me faft and fear me not, 
I'll do to you nae harm. 

And laft they 11 turn me in your arms. 

Into the burning lead; 
Then throw me into well water, 

O throw me in wi' fpeed . 

And then 1 11 be your ain true love, 

I'll turn a naked knight. 
Then cover me wi'your green mantle, 

And cover me out o' fight. 

Gloomy, gloomy was the night, 

And eerie was the way, 
As fair Jenny in her green mantle 

To M'.lefcrofs fhe did gae. 

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About the jiiiddle o' the night, 
She heard the bridles ring; 

This lady was as glad at that 
As any earthly thing. 

Firft fhe let the black pafs by, 
And fjne fhe let the brown; 

But quickly fhe ran to the milk white - 
And pud the rider down, ^- freed, 

Sae weel fhe minded what he did fay 
And young Tam Lin did win; 

Sj-ne cover d him wi her green mantle 
As blythe's a bird in Ipring. 

Out then fpak the queen o' fairies, 

Out of a bufh o broom? 
Them that has gotten young Tam Lin, 
Has gotten a ftately groom. 

Out then fpak the queen o' fairies, 
And an angry queen was fhe; 

Shame betide her ill-far<l face, 
And an ill death may fhe die, 

For fhe s ta'en awa the bonieft knight 

In a' my companie, 
But had I kend Tam Lin, fhe fays, 

What now this night I fee. 

I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een, 
And put in twa een o tree . 

Heres a Health to them thats awa. 

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health to them thats a - wa, Heres a health to them that were 


gude to be a£f wi' the auld tare be fore ye be on wi' the new 

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Aold Iang wynt?. 

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4ip£ -^ if Should auld acqvsain_ tance be for _ got And 




ne_ver brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And 



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auld Iang syne! For auld Iang syne my jo, For auid Iang 53 nt,Vv. | 


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tak a^cup o' kindness yet for auld lahg syne. 



And surely yell be your pint stowpl We twa hae paidld in the barn, 
And .surely I'll be mine! Frae morning sun till dine; 

And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet, But seas between us. braid hrae voar'd, 
For auld Iang syne. Sin auld lan^syne. 

For auld &c. For auld &c. 

We twa hae run about the braes, And there'* a trusty fiere! 

And pou'd the gowans fine; And gie's a hand o thine! 

But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt. And v-e'll tak a right gudcwillie- 
Sin auld Iang syne. For auld Iang syne, (waughr. 

For auld &c. For auld Sic. 

* Some Sing Kifs in place of Cup. 2 


Louis what reck I by thee. 

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414 "O** Lou _i« what reck f by thee, Or Geor_die 

on his ocean: Dy- vor, 

-gar louns to me, I 


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reign in Jean _ ies bo__foi 


Let her crown my love her law, And in her breaft enthrone me: 
Kings and nations, fwith awai Reif randies J difowi ye! _+ + + 


Had I the wyte fhe bad trie 

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bade me had I the wyte, had J the wyte, had I the wyte (he 


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And whsn I wad na ven^ture in, A coward loon fhe cad me; And 






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when T wad na' ven_ture in, A cow_ard loon fhe cad me: And 








when I wad na' venture in A coward loon fhe cad me, Had 




Kirk and State been in the gate, I lighted when fhe bade me. 

Sae craftilie fhe took irr ben, 

And bade me aiak na* i latter; 
For our ramgunfhodb, ^lum 

Ts o'er ajcnt the water:" 
Whae er fhall fay I wanted grace, 

When I did kifs and dawte her, 
Let him be planted in my place, 

SMie, fay, I was a fautor. 

Could I for fhame, could I for fhame, 
Could 1 for fhame refuf'd her, 

And wad na Manhood been to blame, 
Had I unkindly us'd her: 

He clawd her wi' the ripplin-kame, 
And blse and bluidy bruisd her; 

When fie a hufband was frae hamc, 
What wife but wad ex< usd heri 

I dighted ay her or fae blue, 
Av.o bann'd the cruel rar.dy, 

And weel I wat her willin mou 
Wa3 e'en like fuccarc;md'ie. 

At glomin-fhote it was, I wat, 
I lighted on the Monday; 

But I cam thro' the Tifedaft'B dew, 

To wanton Will u.'f: brand--. 


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ha, but I'll 

hae him; He cam on purpose 

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me wt his auld be?rd neirlin shaven". 


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My mither she bad me gie him a stool, 
Ha, ha, ha, but I'll no hat him; 
I gae him a stool, and he lookd like a fool, 
V''i' his auld beard r.o.wlin shaven.. 

Mi mither she bade me gie him some pye. 

Ha hj \c. 
I gae him some p\a,and he laid the crust by, 

WV his &c. 

Mv mither she bad me gie him a dram, 

Ha, ha, &c. 
i gae him a dram o* the brand sae Strang, 

Wi* his fee. 

\! ither .she bad -me put hnn to b 

ila, ha, &c. 
I ji t him to bed, and htr swore he v. a J wee 

V*V his'&c. 

Comin thro' the rye. I 6 / Sett. 





min thro 

the rye, poor body, Coi 

nin thrc 

i the rye She 



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draigl't a' her pet-ti _ coatie Comin thro' the rye. Oh 



part repeated in Chorus 

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Jennys a' weet poor body, Jennys sel_dom dry She 





draigl't a' her pet _ ti _ coatie Comin thro the rye 




Gin a body meet a body 

Comin thro' the rye, 
Gin a body kifa a body 

Need a body cry 

Cno. Oh Jenny a a' weet &c. 

Gin a body meet a body 

Comin thro' the glen; 
Gin a body kifs a body 

Need the war Id kenl 

Cfao. Oh Jenny a a' weet &c. 



Comin thro* the rye. 2. Sett. 

Very Slow 

Gin a bo-ay kifs a bo., dy need a bo_~dy cry; 





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li_ka bo-dy has a bed 



neer a 

are hae I; But 


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a' the lads they Toe me And what the war am I . 





Gin a body meet a body, comin frae the well, 
Gin a body kifs * body, need a body tell; 
Ilka body has a body, ne'er a ane hae I, 
But a' the lads they loe me, and what the war am I. 

Gin a body meet a body, comin frae the town 
Gin a body kifs a body, need a body gloom; 
Ilka Jenny has her Jockey, ne'er a ane hae I, 
But a' the lads they loe me, and what the war am I. 

The Dake of Gordon has three daughters . 





The Duke of Gordon has three daughters E _ li.zabeth, 





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Margaret, and Jean; They would na* ftay in bonny Caftle- 




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Gordon, Bat they would go to bon_. ny Aber _ deen. 

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Thsy had not been Li Aberdeen O wo to .you, captain Ogilvie, 

A twelvemonth and a day, And an ill death thou {halt die; 

Till lady Jsan fell in love with cap;Ogilvie,For taking to ray daughter, 

And away with h an £he would gae. Hanged thou (halt be? 

Word came to the duke of Gordon, Duke Gordon has wrote abroad letter, 

In the chamber where he lay. And feat it to the king, 

lady Jean has fell in love withcap^Ogilvie, To caufe hang captain Ogilvie, 

And away with him fhe would gae. If ever he banged a man. 

Go faddle me the black horfe. 
And you'll ride on the grey; 
And I will ride to bonny Aberdeen, 
Where I have been many a day'' 

I will not hang captain Ogilvie, 
For no lord that I fee; 
put 111 caufe him to put off the lace&fcar- 
And put on the fingle livery'.* f^!et, 

They were not a mile from Aberdeen, Word came to captain Ogilvie, 
A mile but only three, In the chamber where he lay, 

Till he met with his two daughters walking, To caft off the gold lace and fcarlet, 
But away was lady jean. And put on the fingle livery. 

Where is your filter, maidens? 
Where is y our filter, now? 
Where is your lifter, maidens, 

That fhe is not walking with you?" 

O pardon us, honoured father, 

O pardon us, they did fay; 
Lady Jean is with captain Ogilvie, 
And away with him fhe will gae'.' 

And when he came to Aberdeen, 
And down upon the green, 

There did he fee captain Ogilvie, 
Training up his men. 

If this be for bonny Jeany Gordon, 
This pennance I'll take wi*; 
If this be for bonny Jeany Gordon, 
All this I will dree'.' 

Lady Jean had not been married, 

Not a year but three, 
Till fhe had a babe in every arm, 

Another upon her knee. 

O but I m weary of wandering.' 
O but my fortune is bad i 
It fets not the duke of Gordon's daugh't 
To follow a foldier lad .fcc&c&c. 


Young Jamie pr?de of a' tbe plain. 

_ ».— Tune The carlin o{ the jeicn. 


420 "> * Young Jamie pride of a' the plain, sae galant.&nd sae 




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gay a swain, Thro a our lasses he did rove, And reignd re- 

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sistless king of love. But now wi' sighs. ,and starting tears He 


■< strays a_mang the woods and briers Or in the glens and 

I wha sae late did range and rove, 
And change! with every moon my love t 
I little thought "the time was near 
Repentance I should buy sae dear: 
The slighted maids my torments see. 
And laugh »t a' the pangs I dree; 
While she, my cruel, scornfu Fair, 
Forbids me e'er to see her mair„ 

Oat over the Forth, 8Cc. 


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421 "V* 0ut °- ver tiie Forth, T look to the North, 3 ut 

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what is the North and its High- lands to me; Thfc 

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South nor the Eaft, gie eafe to my breaft, The far foreign 

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land, or the wide rolling fea: But I luok to the Weft when F 



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gae to reft, That hap_py my dreams and my flumbers may 





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be; For far in the Weft lives he I lo'e beft. The 

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man that is dear to my ba «, bte and 




422 "V* VVantonnefs for ever mair, Wantonnefs has been 

Wantonnefs for ever mair. 



m g.r r rUr i^ ppe 

ru_in; Yet, for a' my dool and care, Its wantonnefs for everl 

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feg=j, .iJ-4-^-r^ g J.JigTyj 

I hae loed the 6 lack, the Brown; I hae lo'ed the Fair, the Goi 


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A the colours in the town I hae won their wanton favour. 

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The Humble Beggar. 





423 < ■* In Scot-land there livd a humble beggar, He 






O Recit. 

-^ neither houfe, nor hald, nor hame, But he was weel liked by 




,Cn in time 


^fe^ Ei 

il^ka bod ie, And they gae him funkets to rsx his vvame. 

A nivefow of ir.eal, and handfow of groats., 
A daad of a bannock or herring brie, 
Cauld parradge, or the lickings of plates, 
Wad mak him as blyth as a beggar could be. 

This beggar he was a humble beggar, 
The faint a bit of pride had he, 
He wad a ta'en his a'ms in a b.kker 
Frae gentleman or poor bodie, 

His wallets ahint and afore did hang, 
In as good order as wallets could be; 
A lang kail-gooly hang down by his Tide, 
And a meikle nowt horn to rout on had he. 

It happen d ill, it happend warfe, 
It happen cl fae that he did die; 
And wha do 3 e think was at his late-wakj* 
Bat lads and laffes of a high degree? 

Some were blyth, and fome were fad, 
And fome they play'd at blind Harrie; 
But fuddenly up-ftarted the auld carle, 
I redd you, good folks, tak tent o' me. 

Up gat Kate that fat i* the nook, 
Vow kimroer and how do ye? 
Up he gat and cad her limmcr, 
And ruggit and tuggit her cockernonie. 

They houkit his grave in Dukets kirk-yard, 
Een fair fa' the companie; 

But when they were gaun to lay him i* th' jird, 
The feint a dead, nor dead was he. | 

And when they brought him to Dukets kirk-yard 
He dunted on the kift, the boards did flie; 
And when they were gaun to put him i' the yird , 
In fell the kift, and out lap he . 

He cryd^l'm cald, I'm unco cald, 
Fu' faft ran the folk, and fu' faft ran he; 
But he was firft hame at his ain ingle-fide, 
And he helped to drink his ain dirgie. 


The rovvint in her apron 

has fhe taen, But fJies born her auld fon or fhe cam 







hame, And fhe's rowd him in her 





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Her apron was o the hollan fine, 
Laid about wi" laces nine; 
She thought it a pity her babie fhould tyne, 
And (he's rowd him in her apron. 

Her apron was o the holl&n fnia, 

Laid about wi laces a c 

She thought it a pity her babe to let fa, 

And (he row'd him in her apron. 
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Her father fays within the ha\ 
Am&ng the knights and nobles a', 
1 think I heai a babie ca, 

In the chamber aroang our young ladies. 

father dear it is a bairn, 

1 hope it will do you n&e harm, 

For the daddie i ks'ed.and he'll loe me again, 
For the row in t in my apron. 

is he a gentleman, or ie he a clown, 
That has brought thy fair body down, 

1 would not for a' thie town 

The rowin t in thy apron . 

Young Terrefcglas h®~s nae clown, 
He is the tofs of Edinoorrow town, 
Ard he'll buy me a braw new gown 

For the rowint in my apron 
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Fts I hae caftles, F hae towers, 
I hae barns, and T has bowers, 
A' that is mine it fhall be thine, 

For the .rowin't in thy apron. 

The Boatie rows, Firft Sett. 






Ie©_fome may the boat_ie row. That 

may fhe foeed; O Iee_fome may the row, That 







, The boatie 

wins the bairns bread . The boatie rows 






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rows, the boatie rows in., deed Am 

ip_ py be the 


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lot o a' wha wifh _ es her to fpeed . 



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The Boatie rows. Second Sett. 


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"426 1 * A*eel may the boat_ie row, And better 



over Quick'-, 




JP & 

the bail 


lirns bread. The boat_ ie rows, the boat_ie 


rowl, the boat, ie rows in deed, And hap_ pv be the 



'*" lot o' f wha wifh-es her to fpeed 

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The Boatie rows. Third S*tt. 

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"427 l *■ ^ weel may the boatie row, And better may fhe 


Very Slow 


fpeed; And leefcme may the bo&tie row, that wins the bairns 

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bread; The boatie rows, th® boatie tows, the boatie rowa in ... 

v* deed; And w«el may the boatie row, that w 

in my cairns 

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jj./. jyiJ>rpi >^Aji ^ 

bread. O weel , may the boatie row, sr.d better nsyjQia fpeedtJ c! 


leefome may the boatie row, that wine my bfiirhs bread. 


I .^ 

I cuft my line in Largo bay, My battels f pot up© nay ; 

And fifhes I catch'd nine, And diyfsc! sayTel 5 fu* br»«v ; 

There was three to boil, & three to fry, I xtue my heart was doi>£ 

And three to bait the line. When famie gs.f>d aw»; 

.S a The boatie rows, the boetie rows, .'S'But wesi «iay the boatu C 

The boatie rows indeed, And lucky be h«r part; 

And happy be the lot o a, And hghtfome lbs the lafsieV 

Who wifhes her to fpeed..°S. That yields an hoeteft hear. 

O weel may the boatie row, 
That fills a heavy creel, 
And cleads us a' frae head to feet, 
And buys our pottage aieal; 
.S.The boaty rows> the boatie rows,, 
The boatie rows indeed, 
And happy be the lot of a. 
That wifh the boatie fpeed.TS" 

When Sawney, Jock, an' Janetie, 
Are up and gotten i^a?; 
They'll help to gar the boatie K 

And lighten » one cera . 
'SI The boatse rows, iche boats a 
The boatie rows fu' we.-:... 
And liglitfoma bs !her heart thasr Shears, 
The Mur lain, and "the creel. 'S! 

When Jamie vowd he woud be mine, And w^tea wi* age w*Va worn ifo»ti, 

And wan frae me my heart, And hirpltfcg roudd the d<<. 

O muckle lighter grew my creel» They'll row to beep us dryai 

He fwore wed never part; As we did them before; 

.S.'The boaty rows, the boatie rows, .*SlT»<eii weal ma; the boatie r w, 

The boatie rowt f« weel, She wins the bairns bread; 

And muckle lighter is the ioad, And harpy be the lot 

When love bears up the creel. That wifh -he boat to ', eed.'Si 


Charlie he s my darling. 

4^3 i * Twafl on a monday morning, Right early in the 






_ iier. An Charlie he» my darling, my dar_ ling, my dar_ ling, 

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M Charlie he's my dar... ling the young Chevalier 

As he was walking up the ftreet, 

The city for to view, 
O there he fpied a bonie lafs 

The window looking thro'. — . An Charlie tec. 

Sae lights he jimped up the ftair, 

And tirled at the pin; 
And wha fae ready as herfel, 

To let the laddie in. ___ An Charlie tee. 

He fet his jenny on his knee, 

All in hia Highland drefs; 
For brawlie weei he ken'd the way 

To plcafe a bonie lafs. An Charlie tec. 

Its up yon hethery mountain, 

And down yon fcroggy glen, 
We daur na gang a mi Iking, 

For Charlie and his men. . _.An Charlie tec, 

As Salvia in a forcft lay. 

44 1 

4Q9> 'k As Sylvia in a for_eft lay, To \er.ther woe a_ 


'.' S? ''—.— _ 




.. lore; Her fwain Syl - van _ der cair.e tha* way, And 


heard her dy_ ing moat 

si is my Hove, fhe faid, to 

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jou So worthless and fo vain? '"Why is your, won^ted 




You vowd th«j light (hou'd darknefs turn, For you delighted, I fhould die; 

Eer youd exchange jour love; 
In fhades ma\- r.o-vr creation mourn, 

Since you unfaithful prove. 
Was it for (his ! cred.'t gave 

To on- oath you fwore? 
But ah I it feems they moft deceive, 

Who moft our charms adore. 

Tig plain yrrnr drift was all deceit, 
The practice of mankind: 

Alasi I fee it, but too late, 
M\ love had made me blind. 

But ohi with grief I'm fill'd. 
To th^nk that credulous conftant i 
, Shou'd by yourfelf be k)!i'd. 

This faid all breathlefe, fick fe pale. 

Her head upon her hanH 
She found her vital fpirits fail, 

Add fenfes at a Oand. 
S_>lvander then began to melt; 

But e'er the word was giver , 
The heavy hand of death fhc felt, 

And fighd her foul tc Mean i . 


The Lais of Ecclefechan. 

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<430 A*^^ ^* at 3® me » ® & at J"* me » ^ & at >"• ■• w *' naething, 



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Rock and reel and fpinnin wheel A mickle Quarter bafon. 


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Bye at tour, my Gu teller has a inch houfe and a laigh ane 


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■1 r i--r .h-£ ^t-j^ 

-■; a' foi bye, my bonnie fel, The tofs of Eccle_fech_an. 

fe=5zzji=s ^gppiig-r-j-|p- 

had your tongue now Luckie Laing, I tint my whifvle and my fang, 
O had your tongue and Jauner; I tint my peace and pleafure; 

1 held the gate till you I met, But your green graff,now Luckie Lainj 
Syne I began to wander: Wad airt me to my treafare.^ 

The Cooper o Cuddv. 


H=^ m i 

431 ^*"% We'll hide the douper behind the door, Be_hind the 


door, be .hind the door. We'll hidcthe Couper behind the door A: 




m i n 1 1 tfJij+rtrrttt j . \gm 

cover Mm under a neawn O, The Couper o cuddy cam hero awa, He 



~~-V^-§ £^::^F f=f B id B =f BE B C ^E 

<ea*d the girrs out oer us a; And our gudewife has gotten a ca,That 

h 1 



anger'd the fillv gude_man O. We'll hide the Couper Oehmd the 

I k,. 

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door, Be -hind the door, be_hind the door We 11 hide the Couper be 

^m =g=f=Hk 

He fought them out, he fought them in, 
Wi deil hae her. and deii hae himi 

But the body he was fae doited and birr, 
He wift na whare he was gaun O. 
We'll hide &c. 

They couper d at e en, they couper d at morn, 
Till our gudeman has gotten the fcorn; 

On ilka brow fhe's planted a horn, 

And fwears that there they fhall ftar. O. 
We'll hide &c. 


Widow, are ye waking? 

fe m=M | p 



4(4^ -<*"Jtr Wha * is that at my chamber door? "Fair window 





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wa_ king? Auld carl, your fuit give o er, Your 




Jove lien, a* in talking, Gie me a lad that young and 

*( r: " tiffiv, Sweet like an A„pn\ meadow; 5 T:s fick aa he can 
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blefs the fight, And bo _ fom of a wi _ dow. 


O widow, wilt thou let me lnr 
"l'm pawky, wife, and thrifty, 

"And come of a tight gentle kin; 
'Tin iittlt mair than fifty." 

l»aft carle, dit jour mouth, 
Whal fignifiee fcow pawky, 

Then, widow, let thefe guineas fpeak, 

That powerfully plead clinkan; 

"And if thty fail, my mouth I'll fteek, 

"And nac mair love will think on'.' 

Thefe court indeed, I maun confefs. 

i think they mak you young, Sir, 

Or genite-fevvn v< b< , b*-ii youth, And ten times better can exprefs 
Fn love >e're but, a g *k- . Affection, than your tongue, Sir. 

The Maltnian. 




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_k je , _ .*. 

4p^r^-s * The xr,alt_ man comes on Munanday, He craves *»onc\ 





fair, Cries dame, come gie me 

_ ler, Or 



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malt ye'll ne*er get mair. I took him in_to the pantry, And 



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gave him fome good cock-broo, Syne paid him upon s 




=fer : '™ 


gan_tree As hoft_ ier wives fhould do. 

When maltmen come for filler, The maltman is right cunning. 

And gaugers wi' wands oer foon, But I can be t« flee, 

Wives, t&k them a' down to the cellar, And he may crack of his winning, 

And clear them as I h*ve done. When he clears fcores mth ma". 

This bewith, when cun/ie is fcanty, For come when he likes, lm readjt ; 

Will keep them frae making din, But if frae hame I be, 

The knack I learn'd frae an auld aunt}-, Let him wait on our kind lady, 

The fnackfcft of a' my kin. She'll anfwtr a bin for mc. 


.eejcie .Line 


434 *\* Will ye go to the Highlands Leezie Lindfay, Will ye 





go to the Highlands wi" me Will ye go to the Highlands 




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Leezie Lindfav My pride and my dar_ling to be. 




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The Aald Wife ayont the Fire. 

*■' !ack o' fnifhing There was 

a wife wond in a glen, 


ff£r: -r'- 


L as 

ihe had dochters nine or ten. That fought the houfe baith 

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butt and ben, To find their mam a fnifhing. Tne aold wife be 




pm=±M^ m £- u ^ 

_ yond the fire, The auld wife anift the fire, The auld wife a_ 



Her mill into feme hole had fawn, And they a piftol-bullet gat; 
Whatrecks, quoth fhe, let it be gawn, She powerfully began to crack, 
For I maun hae a young goodman To win herfelf a fnifhing. 

Shall furnifh me with fnifhing. The auld wife, &c. 

The auld wife, etc* 

Braw /port it was to fee her chow t„ 

Her eldeft dochter faid right baulri, And 'tween her gun-9 fae f^uee/eferow't. 

Fy, mother, mind that now ye're auld. While fra© her jaws the fiaver flow't, 

And if ye with a younker wald, 

He'll wafte away your fnifhing. 

The auld wife,&c. 

The youngeft dochter gae a fhout, 
O mother dear . year teeth 8 a* out , 
Befides ha s f blind, you hae the gout* 
Your mil! can had nae fnifhing. 
The auid wi£<s,&c. 

She o£ the tafk began to tire, 
Ye lied, ye Simmers,, cried auld munip,And frse her dochters did retire, 
For I hae baith a tooth and ftump, Syne lean'd her down ayont the fire, 
And will nae langer live in dump, . And died for lack of fnifhing. 
« By wanting o' my fnifhing. The auld wif e ,&c. 

The auld wife r &c. 

Ye auld wives.notice weel this truth. 
Thole ye, fay* Peg* that pauky flut, Affoon as ye're paft mark of mouth, 
Mother, if you can crack a nut, Ne'er do what's only fit for y 

And ay fhe curs'd poor fiuropy. 
The auld wife, etc. 

At laft fhe gae a defperate fquee/s. 
Which brak the auld tooth by the nee/ , 
And fyne poor ftumpy was at eafe, 

But fhe tint hop*s of fnifhing. 
The auld wiie.&c. 

Then we will a' confent to it, 
That you fhall have a fnifhing. 
The auld wife, etc. * 

y tit lor youth, 
And leave aff thoughts of fnifhing: 
Elfe like this wife beyontthr fire, 
Your bairns againftyou -v\ill cbnlpire 

Nor will ye get,uraefs je hire, 
A young man with your fnifhing. 

The auld ane did agree to that, 
K its literal meaning, is fnuff made of tobaccc; but in *his frn 
:.t means fometimes contentment, a hufbanj, love, money. fe< 


For the fake o Somebodv. 


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436 *\ * ^y beart is fair, I dare na tell, My 



j^Ff^i ^ p^^ r'T-c-M 

ry p r — r — r — y ~ w " — p — ■) ' 

heart is fair for Some_bo_oy; I could! wake a winter_night 





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for the fake o* Some~bo_dy. Qh_hon! for Some_bo_dyJ 



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I t | — ■ — r— — ~— — *■— — p -* — ■ — v -p 

*^ Oh_heyl for Some_bo_dy I could range the world a _. 

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_ round For the fake o" Some ^ bo ~ dy. 

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Ye Powers that fnr»i3e on virtuous leva, 

G, fweetly fmile or. Somebody* 
Frae iika danger keep him free. 
And fend me fafe my Somebody. 
Oh_honi for Somebody! 
Oh _hey 1 for Somebody i 

I wad do what wad I not _. 

For the fake o' Somebody! 


The Card in o*t, 8Cc. 


437S * 

4k l col "t a ftane o' haflock woo, To mak a wat to 


Ad^g^ ^^iJE^^ 

{ Johnie ot; For ]ohn_ie is my on _ ly jo, I io'e lii 


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beft ot* yet. The cardin ot the fpin_nin o't, The 

^j^^e hjxtttj r 


p:n ot the win _ nin ot when il- ka ell coft 

war_ pin ot the win _ nin ot when 

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gs^ Bl 

me a groat, The tay_ lor ftaw the lyn_in o t. 

< me a groat, lne tay_ lor lta 



For though »hi8 locks be lyart gray, 
And 'though x his brow be beld aboon, 

Yet I hae feen him on a day 
The pride ot" a' the parifhen'. 
The cardin &c. 


The Scalers o Selkirk. 

* Its up wi' the Souters o' Selkirk, And down wi' tie Earl of 

4(38 V*. 1T8 


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Slowi{h,& Lively 


ttfg p^^i g 

•< Hume,And here is to a' the braw laddies That wear the Tingle foalcl fhoon 


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r -^hte 


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r ? up wi' the f outers o' Selkirk, For they are baith fruity and leal; And 

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fe* ,-,A 

I d 3i fl 'frrj'itfjlJli|'»f r'T 1 ' n 'J 

-A- i,p wi' the 'ads o' the Foreft,And down wi' the merfe to the deil. 

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Rock and wee pickle Tow. 

4ft 9 

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.'here was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow, And fhe wad gae 



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trv the fpinning o'tj But looten her down, her rock took a low, And 

fc that was an ill begiqiling o't. She .pat ont ihe fktont ft tramp't on its 

Continued . 



pate but a' fhe c ould d o it wad h ae its ain gate, At laft !he fat ti'>-. u 

T — T" 










and bitter_ly grat, For eer having tryd the fpinning o't. 

I hae been a wife thefe three fcore of year9, 

And never did try the fpinning o't, 

But how I was farked foul fa' them that fpeirs 

To mind me o' the beginning o't. 

The women are now a days turned fae bra 

That ilk ane maun hae a fark,fome maun hae twa 

But better the warld was when fir.t ana ava 

To binder the firft beginning o't. 

Foul fa them thst eer advisd me to fbin 

It minds me o' the beginning o't, 

I well might have ended as I had begun 

And never have tryd the fpinning o't 

But lhes a wife wife wha kens her ain weird 

1 thought anes a day it wad never be fpier'd 

How let you the low tack the rock by the beard 

When you gaed to try the fpinning o't. 

The fpinning the fpinning, it gars my heart fab 

To think on the ill beginning o't 

1 tookt in my head to make me a wab 

And this was the firft beginning o't 

But had 1 nine Daughters as I hae but three 

The fafeft and foundeft advice 1 wad gie 

That they wad frae fpinning ftill keep their hands free 

For fear of an ill beginning o't. 

But if they in fpite of my counfel wad run 
The dreary fad tafk o' the fpinning o't. . 
IfCt them find a loun feat light up by the fun 
Syne venture on the beginning ot: 
For whas done as 1 ve done alake and avow 
To bufk up a rock at the cheek of a low, 
They 11 fay 'hat I had little wit in my p^-w, 
The mc. ikle Dei I tak the fpinning ct. 


Tibbie Fowler. 

440 * Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, There's o'er mony woo _ in 



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at her, Tibbie Fowler o the glen, there* oer mony wooin at her. 






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. '^ Wooin tt her, pu'in at her, courtin at her, can _ na get her: 

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Filthy elf, its for her pelf, that a* the lads are wooin at her. 





Ten cam eaft,and ten came weft, ten came rowin oer the water; 
T'wa came down the lang dyke fide, there twa and thirty wooin at her. 

Wooin at her &c. 

There's ftven but, and feven b«n,feven in the pantry wi' her; 
Twenty head about the door, There's ane and forty wooin at her. 
Wooin at her &c. 

She*, got pendles in her lugs.Cockle-fhells wad fet her better; 
High-heel'd fhoon and filler tags, And a' the lads are wooin at her. 
Wooin at her &c r 

Be a lafsie e'er fae black, An fhe hae the name o* filler, 
Set her upo' Tintock-tap, Th© wind will blaw a man till her. 
oin at her &c. 

iaff ie -e'er fae fair, An fhe want the pennie filler; 
\ i'l'c may fell her in the air, Before a man be even till her. 
Wooin at her &c . 

On heaiiog 3 yonng Lady ^i"£ 


eft are th« mortal* above all, Who hear the 




charming Jackie fing; Her no'os pathe_tic rife and fall fweel 

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as the mu_itc of the fprinff. The grace- ful! a 

of her fong, With raptures fill the youthful brea ft; E en age re_ 




_ vives, grows gay_ ly young, Ami blithly joins the vocal fcaft 

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Go, on fweet maid, improve the lay 
Attund to ftrains of plaintive woe; 
They always bear refiftlefs fway 
When fung by charming Jackie O. 
Long may fhe blefs her parents ear, 
And always prove their mutual joy, 
May no beguilers artful fnare, 
The peace of innocence annoy. 


There's three gade fellow ayont yoo glen 

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The wee thing: or Mary of Caftle Cary. 

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f; d e ove (?own on yen iea? Crofsd Che the meadow, yeftrec-n at the 



ing? fought fhe the burnie whar flowrs the haw tree? 





Her hair it is lint white! her fkin it is milk white!. 
"Dark is the blue o* her faft rolling eel 

"Red red her ripe lips, and tweeter than rofes. 

"Wh&r could my wee thing wander frae me? 

'I faw na jour wee thing, I faw na your ain thing, 
'Nor faw I your true love down by yen lea; 
'But I met my bonny thing iate in the gloaming, 
'Down by the burnie whar flow'rs the haw tree. 

Her hair it was lint white, her fkin it was milk white, 
'Dark was the blue o' her faft rolling eel 
*Red war her ripe lip*, and fweeter than rofes 1 
'Sweet war the kifses that fhe gae to me! 

It was na my wee thing! Ti was na my ain thing! 
"it was na my true love, ye »et by the tree! 
"Proud is her leil heart; modeft her nature, 
"She never lo'od ony till ance (he lo'od me. 

Her name it is Mary, fhe's frae Caftle Cary, 
'Aft has fhe fat, when a bairn, on my knee! 
'Fair as your face is, wart fifty times fairer, 
'Young braggeri fhe ne'er would gie kifses to thee! 

It was then your Mary, fhe s frae Caftle Cary, 
'It was then your true love I met by the tree! 
'Proud as her heart is, and modeft her nature, 
'Sweet war the kifses that fhe gae to me! 

Sair gloom d his dark brow, blood red his Cheek grew, 

Wild flach'd the fire, frae his red rolling ee; 

"Ye's rue fair this morning, your boafts and yur fcorning. 
"Defend ye faufe traitor; fu' loudly ye lie! 

' Awa wi' beguiling, cried the youth fmiling; 
Aff went the bonnet; the lint-white locks flee; 
The belted plaid fa' ing, her white bofom fhawing, 
Fair ftood the lov'd maid wi' the dark rolling ee! 

ifi it my wee thing, is it mine ain thing: 
"Is it n:y trv.e love here that I fee? 
O Jamie, forgie me, your hearts conftant to me; 
I'll never mair wander, rcy true love, frae thee! 


O can ye few Cufhions, 

rests. And hee and baw bir_ die and *iee anld ba*v 

greets. And bee and baw bir_ die and *iee anld batv 

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<" y laab and hee and baw cir_die my, bon _nie wee lamb. 





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The glancing of her Apron. 

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8 I paft. To view the yellow corn I 

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look-«?d ire behind, And faw come oer the know, And 

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glancing in her ap_ ron, With a bonnie brent brow. 

I fa id, good morrow, fair n.aid; 

And fhe, right courteoflie, 
Returned a back, and kindly faid 

"Good day, fweet fir to theeV 
I fpeir'd, my dear, how far awa 

Do ye intend to gae, 
Quoth fhe, I mean a mile or twa 

And oer yon broomy brae. 

Fair maid, Im thankfu to' my fate 

To have fie company; . 
For lam ganging ftraigfct that gate, 

Where ye intend to be. 
When we had gane a mile or twain, 

I faid to her, my do*. 
May we not lean ub on this plain 

And kifa your bonny moui 


Walj, Walj A different fet _fee Volume 2? Page 166 

446 "* ^ ^ ^ Waly ? wa!y up yon bank, And waly waly down yon 

trae, A.nJ waly b) yon rivtr fide, Where I and my love wont to gaei 


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v*' o mtrIv ws!y icve is bonny, A little while when it is new, 3ut 

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^ whea <le auld it waxes cau!d,And wears a wa like the jnorning dew! 





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She fays fhe lo'es me beft of a. 

An Irifh Air. 


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V dark.v-r hue, Be witching ly o'er arch_iig Twa laughing een o 

-^ bon_ie blue Her fmu .. ing fae Wnd make 




wretch for- get his woe; What pleafure, what treafure, 

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. to thefe ro-fy lip* to grow: Such was my Chloris bo-nie 


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■< face, When firft her bonie face T faw; Ana ay my Chloris 

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deareft charm, She fays fhe lo es me beft of a. 







Like harmony her motion; 

Her pretty ancle is a fpy, 
Betraying fair proportion, 

Wad make a faint forget the fky. 
Sae warming, fae charming, 

Her fautelefs form and gracefu air; 
Ilk feature auld Nature 

Let others love the city, - 

And gaudy fhew at funny noon; 
Gie me the lonely valley, 

The dewy eve, and rifing moon 
Fair beaming, & ftreaming 

Her filver light the boughs amang; 
While falling, recalling, Qfang; 

The amorous thrufh concludes his— 

Declar'd that fhe could do nae mair 
Hers are the willing chain* o* love, There, deareft Chloris.wilt thou rove 

By conquering Beauty's fovereign law; By wimp ling burn & leafy fhaw, 
And ay my Chloris deareft charm, And hear my vows o' truth and love. 

She fays, fhe lo'es me beft of a'. And fay, thou lo'es me beft of a'. 


The bonie lafs made the bed to me 

By my gude luck a maid I met, 
Juft in the middle o my care; 
And kindly fhe did me invite 
To walk into a chamber fair. 

1 bowd fu low unto this maid, 
And thank'd her for her courtefie; 
I bow'd fu low unto this maid, 
And bad her mak a bed for me. 

Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine, 
The lafs that made the bed to me. 

Her bofom was the driven fnaw, 
Twa drifted heaps fae fair to fee; 
Her limbs the polifhd marble ftane, 
The lafs that made the bed to m«. 

I kifs'd her o'er and o'er again,' 
And ay fhe wilt na what to fay; 
She made the bed baith large and wide, I laid her between me and the wa' 
Wi' twa white hands fhe fpread it down; The lafsie thought na lang till day 
She put the cup to her roiy lips 
And drank','Young man now fleepye found'.' Upon the morrow when we rafe, 

I thank'd her for her courtefie; 
She fnatch'd the candle in her hand, But ay fhe blufh'd & ay fhe figh'd, 

And frae my chamber went wi'fpeed; And faid,Alas ye've ruin'd me. 

But I call'd her quickly back again 
To lay fome mair below my head. 

A cod fhe laid below my head, 
And ferved me wi* due refpect; 
And to falute her wi' a kifs, 
1 put my arms about her neck. 

I clafp'd her waift & kifs'd her ryne, 
While the tear ftood twinklin in her ee;< 
I faid, my lafsie dinna cry, 
For ye ay fball mak the bed to me» 

She took her mkhers holla nd fheets 
And made them a' in farks to me; 
Haud aff your hands young man, fhe fays,Blythe and merry may fhe be, 

And binna fae uncivil be: 
Gii ye hae ony luve for me, 
O wrang na my virginitie! 

H^r hair was like the links o' gowd, 
Her l^eth were like the ivorie. 

The lafs that made the bed to me. 

The bonie lafs made the bed to me, 
The braw lafs made the bed to me. 
I'll ne'er forget till the day ttU I di« 
The lafs that made the bed o me- 


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far awa; unknowing what my way may thwart, My na_ tive 

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I'll ne'er start, At this my way sae far awa. 

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Hour true is love to oure desert, 

Sc Hove to her | ase far awa: 
A&j nocht car. he&l my bosom** ssrajr. 

While, Oh, she is >a« far awa . 
N&ne other love, otite;- «k.'rt, 

I feel, but hers sae far awa; 
But fairer never fouchd & heart 

Than her's, the Fai- oae far &ws.. 


Pnt the gown npoia tlse Bifhop. 

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_ pon the Btfhop; Pat the gown u_pon the Bifhop. 



Ha Mew Fair. Tberes fbatb of braw JocSdes 8£ci 

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Theree fouth of braw Jockies and Jennys Comes 

<^ weel-bufked into the fair, With ribbons on their cocker .. no - 



_ niea, And fouth o' fine flour on their hair Oh Maggie fhe was 






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fae weel buf-ked, That Willie was ty'd to his bride; The 



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pounie was ne'er better whifked Wi s oadgal that feamg frae his fide. 

But Maggie was wondrous jealous Wi'fniring behind and before him, 
To fee Willie bufked fae braw; ■ For fie is the metal of brutes: 

And Sawney he fat in the alehoufe, Poor Wattie, and waes me for him, 
And hard at the liquor did caw. • Was fain to gang hame in his boots. 

There was Geordy that well lovd his las- 

. He touk the pint-ftoup in his arms, Now it was late in the evning, 

And huggd it, and! faid,Trouth they re fancy And boughting tim* was drawing near; 
That looe nae a good fathers bairn. The lafses had ftenefcud their greening 

There was Wattie the nmirl&nd laddie,, 
* That rides on the bonny grey cout, 
With fword by his fide like a cadie, 

To drive in the fheep and the knout. 
His doublet fae weel it did fit him> 

It fcarcely came down to mid thigh, 
With hair pouther'd,hat and a feather, 

And houfing at courpon and tee. 

With fouth of draw apples and beei , 
There was Lillie,and Tifebie,and Sibbse > 
■ And Ceicy on the fpinnell could fprn, 
Stood glowring at figne feglafs vdnnocks, 

But deil a ane bade them come in , 

God guides! fawyou ever the like o it? 

See yonders a bonny black fwar! ; 
It glowra as t wad fain be at us; 

What s yon that it hads in its hand? 
Awa,daft, gouk, cries Wattie, 

They re a' but a rickle of fticks; 
See there ia Bill, Jock, and auld Hackis, 

And yonder s Mefs John & auld Nick. 

But bruckie play'd boo to baufie, 

And aff fcourd the cout like the win: 
Poor Wattie he fell in the caufie, 

And birsd a the bains in his fkin. 
His piftols fell out of the hulfters, 

And were a' bedaubed with dirt; Quoth Maggie,Come buy us our fairing: 

The folks they came round him in clufters, And Wattie right fleely cou'd tell, 

Some leugh,and cryd,Lad,wasyou hurt? I think thoure the flowr of the claugfcing 

In trouth now l'fe gie you my fell. 
But cout wad let nae body fteer him, But wha woud e'er thought it o him? 

He was ay fae wanton and fkeegh; That e'er he had rippled the lint? 

The packmans ftands he o'erturnd them, Sae proud was he o' his Maggie, 

And gard a' the Jocks ftand a-beech; Tho'fhe did baith fcalie and fquint. 

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I'll never love thee more. 

4^Q <*1k My ^ ear an d 0n ly J° y e I pray, This lit_tla world of 


thee, Be governd by no other sway, But purest uaonar_ chy: For 





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call a synod, in my heart, And never love thee more 




As Alexander I will reign, 

And I will reign alone, 
My thoughts did evermore diad&in 

A rival on my throne. 
He either fears his fate too much, 

Or fzis deserts are small, 
Who dares not put it r the touch, 

To gain or lose it all. 

But I will reign and govern still, 

And always give the law; 
\rd have each subject at my will, 

And a!l to stand in awe; 
But 'gainst my batt'rie* if 1 find 

Thou storm or vex me sore, 
»d if Ihou set me as a biind, 

I'll never love thee more. 

And in the empire of thy heart, 

Where ,1 should so My be.« 
If others do protend a part, 

Or dare to chare with mpj 
Or committees if tfeou *rec J 

Or go 00 au oh a scor:" s 
I'll, smiling, mock at tk« n«gleet, 

And never love thee' iDore. 

But if no faithless action stain 

Thy love itid con eta at */o«H, 
I'll make thse famous by ;ny pen. 

And g!ortou8 by my ewosd. 
I'll serve thee in such noble ways, 

As ineer was known before, 1 
I'll deck and crown thy head with bays. 

And love thee more and mere. 

My father has forty good fhillings. 


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fhillinge! And never a daughter tut I; Mv mother fhe is right willing, 


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Hai ha! right willing! That I (hall have ail when the) die. Ar,d I 

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decay; It a time to catch ha'd o' fomebodv Hal hai fomebodvi Be_ 

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fore it be a' run away. And I wonder when I'll be marry'd. 

■s. -tore it De a ran away, ftia 1 wonder wuen 1 11 oe marry a. 


My fhocs they are at tie mending, My father will buy me a iadfe, 

My bucklr.B they are in the cheft,' At my wedding well hae a good f*ng; 

Mj ftotkinga arc ready for fending: For m\ .incle will buy me a cradle, 
Then I'll be as braw as the reft. To rock my child in when it* young. 
And I wonder, tec. And I wonder^ fee. 



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Our good man came hame at e'en, And hame came he; And 

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Jy auld blind dotard carl, And blinder mat ye be 'Tis bit a dain_ty 

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lilk cow,My minny sent to me. A miik cow! quo' he; 

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ilk cow, quo' she. O far hae I ridden, And liieikle hae I 

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Our goodman came hame at e en, 

And hame came he; 
He spy *d a pair of jackboots, 

Where nae boots should be. 
What's this now goodwife: 

What's this I see? 
f!o*v came these boots there 

Without the leave o' reel 
Bootsi o t uo' she: 
Ay, boots quo' he. 
Shame fa' your cuckold face, 

And ill mat ye see, 
It's but a pair of water stoups 

The cooper sent to me. 
Water stoups: quo' he: 
Ay, water stoups, quo' she. 
Far hae J~ ridden, 

And farer hae I gane, 
But sil'er spurs on water stoups 

Saw ! never nane. 

Our goodman came hame at e en, 

And hame came -he; 
And then he saw a f siller j sword, 

Where a sword should not be: 
What's this now goodwife? 

What's this I see? 
O how came this sword here, 

Without the leave o' me? 
A sword i quo' she: 
Ay, a sword, quo' he. 
Shame fa' your cuckold face, 

And ill mat you see, 
It's but a parridge spurtle 

My minnie sent to me. 
(A par ridge spurtle 1 quo' he: 
Ay, a parridge spurtle quo' she.) 
Weil, far hae I ridden, 

And muckle hae I seen; 
But siller handed (parridge) spurtles 

Saw I never nane. 

Our goodman came hame at e en, 

And hame came he; 
There he spy'd a powder'd wig, 

Where nae wig should be. 
What s this now goodwife? 

What's this I see? 
How came this wig here, 

Without the leave o' me. 
A wig! quo' she: 
Ay, a wig, quo' he. 

Shame fa' your cuckold face, 

And ill mat you see, 
'Tis fiaething but a clocken hen 

My minnie sent to me. 
A clockep hen.qjo'he: 
Ay, a clocken hen, quo' she. 
Far hae 1 ridden, 

And muckle hae J seen, 
But powder on a ciocken-hen, 

Saw I never nane. 

Our goodman came hame at een, 

And hame carre he; 
And there he saw a muckle coat, 

Where nae coat shou'd be. 
O how came this coat here? 

How can this be? 
How came this coat here 

Without the leave o' me? 
A coat! quo' she: 
Ay, a coat, quo' he . 
Ye auld blind dotard carl, 

Blind mat ye be, 
It's but » pair of blankets 

My minnie sent to me. 
Blankets! quo' he: 
Ay, blankets, quo she. 
Far hae I ridden, 

And muckle hae I seen, 
But buttons upon blankets 

Saw I never nane. 

Ben went our goodman, 

And ben went he; 
And there he spy'd a sturdy w.r , 

Where nae man should be . 
How came this man here. 

How can this be? 
How came this man here, 

Without the leave o' me? 
A man! quo' she: 
) Ay, a man, quo he» 
Poor blind body, 

And blinder mat ye be, 
It's a new milking maid, 

My mither sent to me. 
A maid! quo' he: 
Ay, a maid, quo' she, 
Far hae ridden, 

And muckle hae I seen, 
But lang-bearded maiden» 

Saw I never nane. 


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a_go, If he 8 a wife man I miftak him, Tram coram dago. 

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I ten times daf _ ter than Sir John, Tram coram da_go. 


To hear them of their travels talk, Tgo and ago, 
To gae to London's but a walk: lram coram dago. 
I hae been at Amfterdam, &c. 
Where I faw mony a braw madam. 

To fee the wonders of the deep, 
Wad gar a man baith wail and weep; 
To fes the Leviathans fkip, 
And wi' their tail <-ing o'er a fhip. 

Was ye eer in Crail town? 
Did ye fe« Clark Difhingtoun? 
His wig was like a drouket hen, 
And the tail ot hang down, 

like a meikle maan lang draket gray goofe-pen. 

But for to make ye raair enamour d, 
He has a glafs in hio beft chamber; 
But forth he ftept unto the door, 
For be took pills the night before. 

Lizae Baillie. 







4v56"V* My bon_ny Li_zae Sail . lie, I'll 


row ye 

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< in my plai - die And ye maun gang a_lang wi* me 

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And be a High_ land La- dy. 




I am fure they wad nat> ca*me wife, She wad nae hae a Lawland laird, 
Gin I wad gang wi' you, Sir; Nor be an Englifh lady; 

For I can neither card nor fpin, But (he wad gang wi' Duncan Grstme; 
Nor yet milk ewe or cow, Sir!' And row her in his pLaidie. 

"My bonny Lizae Baillie, 

Let nane o thefe thing* daunt ye; 
Ye'll hae nae need to card or fpin, 

Your mither weel can want ye.' 

She was nae ten miles frae the town J 
When fhe began to weary; t : 

She aften looked back, and faid, 
'Farewell to Ca.ftlecarry. 

Now fhe s 
Made o' 

And fhe's 
To fkip 

And fhe's 
Made o' 

And (he's 
To row 

caft aff her bonny fhoen, The firft place I faw my Duncan Graeme 

the gilded leather, Was near yon holland bufh. 

put on her highland brogues, My father took frae me my rings, 
amang the heather: My rings but and my purfe. 

caft aff her bonny gown, 
the fiik and fattin, 
put on a tartan plaid, 
amang the braken. 

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But I wad nae gie my Duncan Graeme 

For a' my father's land, 
Though it were ten times ten times mair, 

And a' at my command!' 
+ + + + 

Now wae be to 'you, logger-heads, 
That dwell near Caftlecarry, 

To let awa fie a bonny lafs, 
A Highlandman to marry. 

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I'll ay ca' in by yon Te4vn. 

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-^*-' green, a_ gain; I'll ay ca' in by yo 

by yon town, And fee my 

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fu' lafs, And ftownlins we fall meet again. 


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She'll wander by* the i»iAsr. tree, 

When tryftin time draws near" again" 

And when her 'lovely form 1 fee, 
O haith, fhes doubly dear again! 
I'll ay ca' fee . 

To tLe foregoing T'scne 

And welcome Lapland a d 

O wat ye wha's &c. . .T 

My cave wad be * lovers bowr, 

,, ' O iva.t ye wha's in yon town, 
Ye 'fee 'VheVeain Sun upon, 

The deareft misds in yon town 
That eenin Suv is fhining on. 

Now haply down yon gay green fhaw; Tho' raging winter rent th 
She wanders by yon fpreading tree, And foe a lovely little flower, 
How bleft ye flowr's that round her biaw, That I wad tent and fhelts 
Ye catch the glances o her e'e. ,, O wat ye whss < % <o. 

O wat ye wha's fee. 

O fweet is fhe in ynr. 
How bleft ye birds that round her f;ng, The finfeir. Suns gar.r && 
And welcome in the blooming year, A t» ; rer thans in yon town* 

And doubly welcome be the fpring, 
The feafbn to my Jeanie dear. 
O wat ye wha's fee. 

The fun blinks blyth on yen town, 
Amang the broomy braes fae green; 
But my delights in yon town. 
And deareft pleafure is my Jean: 
O wat ye wha's fee. 

W.thoat my fair, not a the charms, 
O Psradife could yeild nie joy; . 
But gte nut Jianie tn Dry arms. 

Hi? fetthag beam vu Br 
O wat ye wha a $Ec . 

If angry fate la fivorn mj 
And buffering I am dooicd to bej: ' 
I carelefs quit aught eite below, 
But, fpare me fpare me Jearie dc 
O wat ye wha's fee. 

^br while life'a deaveft blocd is *■ inn, 
Ae thought firae hex (ball nee* depart, 
Ani fhe „aa fas reft i ■• hffi form, 
Sfc« has the trueft kindefi \^»*t. 

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Will ye go and marry Katie. 

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59 "V* ^^ y* S° an£ l marry Katie, can J* think to tak a man! 







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You, a charming lovely creature, Wharefore wad yer lie yer lanei 

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eautys of a fading nature. Has a feafon, and is gane. 


Therefore while ye re blooming Katie, Mony words are needlefs, Katie, 

Liften to a loving fwain; 
Tak a mark by auntie Betty, 

Ance the darling o' the men: 
She, wi coy and fickle nature, 

Trifled aff till fhes grown auld, 
Now fhe's left by ilka creature; 

Let na this o' thee be tauld. 

But, my dear and lovely Katie, 
This ae thing 1 hae to tell, 

I could wifh nae man to get ye, 
Save it were my very fel. 

Tak me, Katie, at my offer, 
Or be-had, and I'll tak you: 

Ye re a wanter, fae am 1; 
If ye wad a man fhould get ye, 

Then I can that wart fupply: 
Say then, Katie, fay ye'll take me, 

As the very wale o men, 
Never after to forfake me, 

And the Prieft fhall fay, Amen. 

Then,Ol then, my charming Katie, 
When we re married what comes then 

Then nae ither man can get ye, 
But yell be my very ain: 

Then we'l' kifs and clap at pleafure, 
Nor wi' envy troubled bej 

We's mak n,ae din about jour tocher; If ance I had my lovely treafure, 
Marry, Katie, then- we'll woo. Let the reft admire and die. 

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lame lane 

T30WERS celeftial.whofe protection 

Ever guards the virtuous Fair, 
While in diftant climes I wander, 

Let my Mary be jour care: 
Let her form fo fair and faultlefs, 

Fair and faultlefs a* your own; 
Let my Marys kindred (pirit, 

Draw your choiceft influence down. 

Make the gales you waft around her. 

Soft and peaceful as her brsaft; 
Breathing in the bree/*':' fane her, 

Soothher bofom into reft: 
Guardian angel*, O pror-.ct her, 

Whpn in diftant Ian J* I - oam: 
To realms unknown wt.i" ■.. > riles 

Make her boibrn ftU| , ■ - ■ ■ ,^i , 


The broom blooms b.nie, 

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blooms bonie,the broom blooms fair; Lady Marget's wi* child a 

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_ mang our ladies a', And file dare na gae down to the broom nae mair. 

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One lady whifperd unto another, 

The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair; 
Lady Marget's wi' child to Sir Richard her brother, 

And fhe dare na gae down to the broom nae mair. 

+ + + + + + + 

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O whtn that you hear my loud loud cry, 

The broom blooms &c. 
Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly, 

For I dare na gae down 8tc. 
+ + + -♦- + ++ + + +++ + + + + + + + + 

The Rantin- Laddie. 



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Aften hae I play'd at the cards and the dice, For the 


love of a borne rantin laddie; But now I maun fit in 






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fathers kitchen neuk and Be_low a baftard babie. 





For my father h© will not me own, 

And my mother fhe neglects ire, 
And a' my friends hae lightlyed me, 

And their fervants they do flight me. 
But had I a fervant at my command, 

As aft times I ve had many, 
That wad rin wi' a letter to bonie Glenfwood, 

Wi' a letter to my rantin laddie. 
Oh, is he either a laird, or a lord, 

Or is he but a cadie, 
That ye do him ca' fae aften by name, 

Your bonie, bonie rantin laddie. 
Indeed he is baith a laird and a lord, 

And he never we* a 'cadie;. 
But he is the Earl o bonie Aboyne, 

And he is my rantin laddie. 
O ye'se get a fervent at your command, 

As aft times ye've had many, 
That fall. rin wi' a letter to bonie Glenfwood, 

A letter to your rantin laddie. 
When lord Aboyne did the letter get, 

but he blinket bonie; 

But or he had read three lines of it, 

1 think his heart was forry. , 
O vyha is daur be fae bauld, 

Sae cruelly to ufe my lafsie? 
+ + + + + + + ++ + + 

+ ++ + + + + + + 
For her father he will not her know, 

And her mother fhe does flight her; 
And a' her friends hae lightlied her, " 

And their fervants they neglect her. 
Go raife to me my five hundred men, 

Make hafte and make them ready; 
With a milkwhite fteed under every ane, 

For to bring hame my lady. 
As they cam in thro' Buchan- fhire, 

They were a company bonie, 
With a gude claymor in every hand, 

And O, but the) fhin'd bonie. 


The Lafs that winna fit down 

me I'll fee the day that fhe'll repine un_Iefs ihe does agree. O 



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And yet fhe is a charming quine, 

She's juft o'er meikle fpice 
I'll fee the day that fhe'll be mine, 

For I'm nae very nice. 
I loot the lafsie tak' her will, 

An ftand upo her fhanks, 
The day may come whan 1 will fpoil 

Her bonny faucy pranks.' 
Wi' my Tirry fee . 
I laid my head upo' my loof, 

I did na' care a ftrae, 
1 ken'd fow weel that in a joof 

Stand lang fhe wad na fae. 
At laft a blythfome lafs did cry, 

Come Sandy gies a fang, . 
O now meg dorts I'll fairly try 

Your heart ftrings for to twang. 
Wi' a Tirry &c. 

The lafsie s pride it cou'd na laft, 

I fang wi' meikle glee. 
Until at laft fhe fairly caft, 

Upo me a fheeps ee. 
A hai thinks I, my bonnie lafs, 

Hae ye laid by your pride. 
, You're bonnier now than eer you was, 
. And ye fall be my bride. 

Wi' your Tirry &c. 
I ga'e the lafs a lovin' fquint, 

That made her blufh fae red, 
I faw fhe fairly took the hint, 

Which made my heart fouglad 
The bonnie lafs is a mine ain: 

For we twa did agree, 
Now ilka night fhe's unco fain, 

For to lie doun wi' me. 
We' her Tirry &c 

O May thy morn, 


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mirk night o* December, For sparkling was the rosy wine, And 

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private was the chamber: And dear was she, I dare na 

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And here's to them, that, like oursel, 

Can push about the jorum; 
And here's to them that wish us we'el, 

May a' that's gude watch o'er them: 
And here s to them, we dare na tell, 

The dearest o' the quorum . 
And here's to them, we dare na tell, 

The dearest o' the quorum. 


My Minnie fays 1 manna. 
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:anna. My daddie curs'd, my minnie grat, And T wi' Jamie's 

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The Cnerry and the Slae. 

I Tune, the banks of Helicon. 

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^(RCt!"^** A -bout ane bank with balmy bewis,QuhairNychtingaIes thair 

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Very jw 


^ notis r.newis With gallant Goldspinks gay; The Mavis, Marie, and 


Progne proud, The Lintquhyt, Lark and Lav_ rock loud, Sa. 







^' u Prog;ne scho deplord, How Tereus cut out her tung, And 

falsly hex defiourd; Quhilk sto_ ry so sor_ie To s chaw her self 


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Scho seimt, To heir her, so neir 4i er , I doutit if I dreimt. 






The Cushat crouds, the Corbie cry*, 
The Coukow couks, the prattling Pyes, 

To geek hir they begin: 
The jargoun of the jangling Jayes, 
The craiking Craws, and keckling Kays, 

They deavt me with their din. 
The painted Pawn with Argos eyis, 

Can on his May-Ock call, 
The Turtle waiifc on witherit tries. 

An Echo answers all, 

P<epeting with greiting, 

How fair Narcissus fell, 

By lying and spying 

His schadow in the well. 

T saw the Hurcheon and the Hare 
In h idlings hirpling heir and thair, 

To mak thair morning mang: 
The Con, the Cuning and the Cat, 
Quhais dainty* downs with dew were wat, 

With stif mustachis strange. 
The Hart, the Hynd, the Dae, the Rae, 

The Fulmert and false Fox; 
The beardit Buck clam up the brae, 
With" birssy Bairs and Brocks 
Sum feiding, sum dreiding 
The Hunters subtile snairs, 
With skipping and tripping, 
They pkyit them all in pairs. 

The air was sobir,saft and sweet, 
Nae misty vaoours, wind nor weit, 

But quyit, calm and clear, 
To foster Flora fragrant flowris, 
Quhairon Apollos paramouris, 

Had trinklit mony a teir;£sbynd, 
The quhilk lyke silver schaikers sj 

Embroydering Bewties bed 
Quhairwith their heavy heids dc-dynd, 

In Mayis collouris cled, 

Sum knoping, sum droping, 

Of balmy liquor sweit, 

Excelling and smilling 

Throw Phebus hailsum heit. 

&c. &c. &c. ile. &c fee. &c. 



As I came oer the Cairney mount, 

As I came o'er the Cairney mount, And down amang the 





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blooming heather, Kindly stood the milking- shiel, To shelter 




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frae the stormy weather. O my bonie Highland lad, My 

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win _ some, weel_£ar'd Highland laddie; Wha wad mind the 

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Now Phebus blinkit on the bent, 

And o'er the know s the lambs were bleating: 
But he wan my heart s consent, 

To be his ain at the neist meeting. 

O my bonie Highland lad, 
My winsome, weelfar d Highland laddie: 

Wha wad mind the wind and ram, 
Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie. 

Highland Laddie 

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Siowishjaut Chearful 

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Bonie laddie, highland ladd:® Wore a plaid and wag fu biraw 


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So _ nie High _ land laddie. On his head a bonnet blue, 


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Bo _ nie lad -die, High _ land laddie, His royal heart was 

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true Bo _ nie High - land lad _ die 

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Trumpets sound and cannons roar, 

Bonie lassie, Lawland lassie, 
And a* the hills wi' echoes roar, 

Bonie Lawland lassie 
Glory, Honour, now invite . 

Bonie lassie, Lawland lassie. 
For freedom and my King to fight, 

Bonie Lawland lassie. 

The sun a backward course shall take 
Bonie laddie, Highland laddie, 

Ere ought thy manly courage shake; 
Bonie, Highland laddie. 

Go, for yoursel procure renown, 
Bonie laddie, Highland laddie, 

And for your lawful king his crown, 
* Bonie, Highland laddiel 


Chronic I? of the heart. 

Tune Gingling Geordir-. 

469 " < \ V9 *' ^ ow °& en ro 7 heart har by love been overthrown* what 

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grand revolutions its empire has known,you afk my dear friend then at- 







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-tend the fad (train, fince you bid me relate fuch ineffable pain. For 






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^y who that has r/ot eer an eye in his pate fo difnfal a ta'lc- without tears can re- 




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/*- both before & behind. O Love thy vicifsitudes who can defcnbe, How 

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fiercelythey threaten how highly they bribe, How fweetly they ticklelhow 

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keenly they fmart and how dreadful the havock thev make in mv heart. 



This kingdom as Authors impartial have told, 
At firft was elective, but afterwards sold, 
For experience will shew whoe'er pleases to try. 
That kingdoms are venal, when subjects can buy. 
Lovely Peggy, the first in succession and name, 
Was early invested *vith honour Supreme, 
But a boid son of Mars grew fond of her form 
Swore himself into grace and surpris'd her by storm. O Love fee. 

Maria succeeded ir, honour and place 
■By laughing and squeezing and song and grimace. 
But her favours alas: like her carriage, were free, 
Bestowd on the whole male creation but me. 
Next Margret the second attempted the chace, 
Tic? the small Fox and age had enamell'd her face, 
She sustain'd her pretence, sans merite and"sans lovej: 
And carried her point by a je ne fai fai quoi. O Love fee. 

The heart which so tamely acknowledged her sway, 
Still suffer'd in silence, and kept her at Day, $ 

Till old Time at last so much mellowd her charms, 
That she dropt with a breeze in a Livery-mans arms. ,. 
The most easy conquest" Belinda was thine 
Obtaind by the musical tinkle of coin 
But she more enamour d of sport than of prey, 
Had a fish in her hook which she wanted to play. O Love &c. 

High hopes were her baits; but if truth were confess'd, 
A good still in prospect is not good possess'd; 
For the fool found too late he had taken a" tartar 
Retreated with wounds and begg'd stoutly for quarter. 
Uranea came next, and with subtile address, 
Discover'd no open attempts to possess; 
But when fairly admitted, of conquest secure, 
She acknowledg'd no law, but her will and her power. O Love tec. 

For seven tedious years to get rid of her chain, 
All force prov'd abortive all stratagem vain, 
Till a youth with much fatness and gravity bless'd, 
Her person detain'd by a lawful arrest. 
To a reign so despotic tho' guiltless of blood, 
No wonder a long interregnum ensud, 

For an ass tho' the patientest brute of the plain, \ 

Once saded and gullci will beware of the rein. O Lovs Ac. 

O Nancy dear Nancy my fate I deplore, 
No magic thy beauty and youth can restore, 
By thee had this cordial dominion been sway'd, 
Thou hadst then been a queen, but art now an old maid, 
Now the kingdom stands doubtful it self to surrender, 
To Cloe the sprightly or Celia the slender, 
But. if once it were out of this pitiful case, 
No law, but the Salic henceforth shall take place. 
O Love &c. 


Vilt. tfooa be aw Dfarie. 


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470 < * Wilt .thou be my Dear- ie; When sorrow 


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wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me chear thee 



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By the treasure of my soul, Thats 

the love 1^ 

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swear and vow, that only thou shall ev_er be my dearie. 



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Only thou I swear and vow, Shall ever be my Dearie. 



Lassie, say thou lo es me; 
Or if thou wilt na be my ain, 
Say na thou'lt refuse me: 
If it winna, canna be, 
Thou for thine may chuse me, 
Ldt me. Lassie, quickly die, 
Trusting that thou lo'es me 
Lassie, let me quickly die, 
Trusting that thou lo'e« me . 


Lovely Polly Stewart. 

Chorus. Tune, Ye re welcome Charlie Stewart. 



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4$ O Lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart The rr< 











neer a flower that blooms in > May Thats half so fair as 





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ternal youth will gie to Polly Stewart. 



May he, whase arms shall fauld thy charme. 

Possess a leal and true heart! 
To him be given, to ken the Heaven, 

He grasps in Polly Stewart! 
O lovely &c. 


The Highland balon. 

472 "V * ^ ee halou,my fweet wee Donald, Picture o' the great Clan- 


ronald;Brawlie kens our wanton Chief Wha got my young Highland thief. 


Lee. me on thy bonie craigie, Thro' the Lawlanda, o'er the Border, 

And thou live, v.hou'll fteai a naigie. Weel, my babie, may thou furdtr: ■ 

Travel the country thro and thro, Herry the loans o' the laighCountrie, 

And bring hame a Cariifle cow. Syne to the Highlands name to me. 

AaTd king Conl. 


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foul was he; Our auld king Coul filld a jol!y 




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bowl, And he ca'd for his fid lers three: 



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Our auld king Coul was a jolly auld foul, > 

And a jolly auld foul was te; 
Our auld king Coul fili'd a jolly brown bowl, 

And he ca'd for his pipers three: 
Ha didell, ho didell, quo' the pipers; 

Fidel!, didsll, fidell, didell, quo' the fiddlers three; 
There s no a lafs in a'. Scotland 

Like our fweet Marjorie. 

Our auld king Coul was a jolly auld foul, 

And a jolly auld foul, was he; 
Our auld king Coul fillcl a jolly brown bowl 

And he ca*d f-r his harpers three: 
Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, quo the harpers; 

Ha-dideil,ho didell, quo' the pipers; 
Fidell didell, fidc-ll-didell, quo' the fiddlers three; 

There's no a lafs in a' Scotland 
Like our fweet Marjorie. 

Our auld king Coul was a jolly auld foul,' 

And a jolly auld foul was he; 
Our auld king Coul fili'd a jolly brown bowl 

And he ca'd for his trumpeters three: 
Twara-rang, twara-rang, quo' the trumpeters; 

Twingle twangle, twingle-twangle, quo the harpers; 
Ha didel, ho didell, quo' the pipers; 

Fid ell-did ell, fidell- didell, quo' the fiddlers three; 
There s no a lafs in a' Scotland 

Like our fweet Marjorie. 

Our auld king Coul was a jolly auld foul, 

And a jolly auld foul was he; 
Our auld king Coul fili'd a jolly brown bowl, 

And he cad for his drummers three: 
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, quo\ the drummers; 

Twara-rang, twara-rang, quo' the trumpeters; 
Twingle-twangle, twingle -twangle, quo' the harpers; 

Ha-didell, ho- didell, quo the pipers; 
Fidell-didell, fidell-didell, quo' the fiddlers thret: 

There s no a lafs in a' Scotland 
Like our fweet Marjorie. 


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J*J rui _ away Bride, For she has taen the 

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She had nae run a mile or twa, 

Whs-n she began to consider, 
The angering of her father dear, 

The displeasing o' her mither; 
The slighting of the si !!y bridegroom, 

The. weel warst o the three; 
Then hey play up the rinawa* bride, 

For she has taen the gee. 

Her father and her mither 

Kan after her wi' speed, 
t% r •■] i. they ran' until they came 

l/ the water of Tweed; 
(Vnd when they came to Kelso town, 

They gart the clap gae thro' 
Then hey &c. 

Saw ye a lass wi' a hood and a mantle 
The face o't lin'd up wi' blue; 

The face o't lin'd up wi' blue, 
And the tail lin'd up wi' green, 

Saw ye a lass wi' a hood and a mantle, 
Was married on Tyseday 'teen. 
Then hey &c. 

Now wally fu fa' the eilly bridegroom, 

He was as saft as butter; 
For had she play'd the like to me, 

I had nae sae easily quit her; 
I'd gien her a tune o' my hoboy, 

And set my fancy free, 
And syne play'd up the rinaway bride, 

And lutten her tak the gee . 

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Wha in his wae d ays » were loyal to Charlie? 
Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o barley. 
Cho. Bannocks o, &c. 

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Wae is nry heart. 


<4 / Q "\*~* ^ VaC; ' s in y heart, an ^ the tears in my ee 


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I ovc-,fhou haft pleafures, aad deep hae I loved; 
I ove thou haft forrows, and fair hae I proved: 
Hut this bruifed heart that now bleeds in rrjj' breaf; 
T can feel by its throbb'ngs will focn be at reft. 

O, if I were, where happy 1 hae been; 
Down by yon ftream and yon bonie-caftle-green: 
For there he is wandring, and mufing on me, 
Wha wad foon dry the tear frae his Phillis's ee. 

There was a filly Shepherd Swain 


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Jaii his pip' *nd crook afide, And there he fkpt his fill. 



He looked eaft, he looked weft, 
Then gsve an under-look, 

And there he fpied a lady fair. 
Swimming in a brook, 
And there &c. 

He rais'd hie head frae his green bed, 
And then approach'd the maid, 

Put on you claiths, my dear, he fays, 
And be ye not afraid. 
Put on &c. 

Tig fitter for a lady fair. 

To few her filken feam, 
Than to get up in a May morning, 
And ftrive againft the f Cream. 
Than to get fcc. 

If you'll not touch ni> mantle, 
And let my claiths alio < ; 

Then I'll give you as muci: money, 
As you can carry han:e. 
Then I'll &c. 

HemOunted her on a milk wh tc fittJ, 

Hirr.fe.f upon anither; 
And all along the w, 'he, tode > 

Like fifter and like brither. 
And all along k.c. 

When fhe came to her tdfhers yafe, 

She tirfed at the pin; 
And ready ftood the porter there. 

To let this fair maid .n. 
And readv fcc. 

And when the gate was opuicc 1 , 
So nimbly s fhe whipt in; 

Pough. jou'ie a fool without, fho fa\s, 
And I'm a maid within. 
Pough. you're &c. 

Then fare ye well, wy modeft bov, 
f thank ^ou for your care; 

But had you done what you fhcuid do, 
I neer had left you there. 
But had you &c. 

O. I'll not touch your mantU, Oh! I'll caft aff my hofe and fhoon, 
And Hi ler ycr claiths a:ane; And let my feet gac bare, 

But I'll tak }ou Out of the clear water, And gin I meet a bonny lafs, 
My dear, to be my ain, Hang me, if her I fpaie. 

But I'll tak &c. And gin I &c. 

And when fhe out cf the water came, In that do as you pleafe, fhe fa) «, 
He took her in his arms; But you fhall never m^re 

Put on your claiths, my dear, he fays, Have the fame opporfcnrd*] ; 
And hide thofe lovely charms. With that fie fhirt the door 

Put on your &c. Ha>e the fer 

There is a t»udc- ajld proverb, 

I'm < i . . feeard it told, 
'L ; ,* -vould not when he might, 

ii( iiTHild not whtn he would. 
He tha' fee. 


Kind Robin looes me. 

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They fpeak of napkins, fpeak of rings, But little kens fhe what has been, 
Speak of gloves and kifsing ftrings, Me and my honeft Rob between, 

-And name a thoufand bonny things, 

And ca' them figns he loes me. 
But I'd prefer a fmack of Rob, 
Sporting on the velvet fog, 
To gifte as lang's a plaiden wabb, 
Becaufe I ken hs lodes me. 

He's tall and fonfy, frank and free, 
Lood by a' and dear to me, 
Wi* him I'd live, wi' him I'd die, 

Becaufe my Robin looes me. 
My titty Mary faid to me, 
Our courtfhip but a joke wad be, 
And I, or lang, be made to fee, 

That Robin did na looe me. 

And in his wooing, O fo keen, 

Kind Robin is that looes me. 
Then fly ye lazy hours away, 
And haften on the happy day (.-fay, 
When join'd our hands Mefs John fhalL 
And mak him mine that looes me. 

Till then let every chance unite, 
To weigh our love and fix delight, 
And Fll look down on fuch wi' fpit.e, 

Wha doubt that Robin looes me. 
O hey Robin quo fhe, 
O hey Robin quo' fhe, 
O hey Robin quo' fhe, 

Kind Robin looes me. 


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The woo will jyith the kail, 
The Horns will ferve for bread, 
By that ye will fee the vertu 
Of a gude fheep he? J. 
We'll «' fup fee. 

Some wiU li'5 st the head, 
Some will lie at the feet, 
John Cuddie wi!I lis in the midft. 
For ho woud h&e a the heat. 
We'll a' lis; fee. 


Hens hiA health in water., 

4BQ"C / * AltheT my back be at the wa, And though he be the 

for his fake I'm flighted fair, And dree the kintra clat_ter: But 


though my back be at the wa, Yet here* his health in water 


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hae her corn ground Mill and multure free. 


Out then came the millers man, 

Hech hey, fae wanton; 
Out then came the millers man, 

Hech hey, fae wanton he; 
He fware he'd do the beft he can, 
For to get her corn ground, 
For to get her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free. 

He put his hand about her neck, 

Hech hey, fae wanton; 
He put hi hand about her neck, 

Hech hey, fae wanton he; 
He deng her down upon a fack* 
And there fhe got her corn ground, 
And there fhe got her corn ground. 

Mill and multure free. 

When other maids gaed out to play, 

Hech hey, fae wanton; 
When other maids gaed out to play, 

Hech hey, fae wantonlie; 
She fighd and fobb'd, and wadnae ftay, 
Becaufe fhed got her corn ground, 
Becaufe fhe'd got her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free. 

When forty weeks were pa ft andgane, 

Hech hey, fae wanton; 
When forty weeks we&paft and gene, 

Hech hey, fae wanton lie; 
This maiden had a braw lad bairn, 
Becaufe Jhe'd got her corn ground, 
Becaufe fhe d got her -corn groun \ t 

Mill and multure free. 

Her wither bade her caft it out, 

Hech hey, fae wanton; 
Her mither bade her caft it out, 

Hech hey, fae wantonlie; 
It was the millers dufty clout, 
For getting of her com ground. 
For getting of her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free. 

Her father bade her keep it in, 

Hech hey, fae wanton ; 
Htr fathci bade her keep it in, 

Hech hey, fae wantonlie; 
It was the chief of a her kin, 
Becaufe fhed got her co*n ground, 
Becaufe fhe'd got her corn ground. 

Mill and multure free. 


Sir Patrick Spence. 

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Up and fpak an eldern knicht, Late late yeftreen I faw the new moone 

Sat at the kings richt kns: Wi' the auld moone in her arisie; 

Sir Patrick Spence is the beft failor, And I feir, I feir, my deir mafter, 
That fails upon the fe. That we wull cum to harme. ' 

The King has written a braid letter, O our Sco*s nobles wer richt laith 
And fignd it wi* his h-and; To weet their cork-heild fhoone; 

And fent it to Sir Patrick Spence, Bot lang or a- the play were playd, 
Was walking on the fand. They wat thair heads aboone. 

The firft line that Sir Patrick red. O lang, lang, may thair ladies fit 
A loud lauch lauched ie: Wi' thai'- fans into their hand, 

The next line that Sir Patrick red. Or eir they fe S:r Patrick Spence 
The teir blinded his ee. Cum failing to the land. 

O quha is this has don this deid, O lang, lang, may thair ladies ftand 
This ill dtid don to ire; Wi' thair gold kerns in their hair, 

To fend me out this time o* tne /eir, Waiting for thair ain deir lordes, 
To fail upon the fe? For they 11 fe thame na mair. 

Mak hafte, mak hafte,my mirry men ail, Haff owre, haff cwre to Aberdour, 
Our guid fchip fails the morne. it's fiftie fadom deip: 

O fay na fae, my mafter deir, And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence, 

For I feir a deadlie ftovine. Wi* the Scr>ts iordes at his feit. 

The Wren, or Lennox's lo\e to Blantyre. 

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Now; maiden, will ye tafte o\ this, 

Tafte o this, tafte o' this; 
Now, maiden, will ye tafte o* this? 

Its fuccar-faps and wyne_0. 
Na, neer a-drap, Robin, 

Robin, Robin; 
Na, ne'er a drap, Robin, 

Gin it was ne'er fo fino_0. 
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And quhere's the ring that I gied *e. 

That I gied ze, that I gied *e; 
And quheres the ring that I gied ?e, 

Ze little cutty quean -O. 
1 gied it till a foger, 

A foger, a foger, 
I gied it till a foger, 

A kynd fweet- heart o' m\ne_0. 


Gude Wallace 

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foverign blude I think I fee fern© ill feed fawn. 

Wallace out oyer yon river he lap, 

And he has lighted low down on yon plain, 
And he was aware of a gay lad is, 

. As fhe was at the well vfafix;ng, 

What tydins, what 'tydins, fair lady, he fays, 
What tydins haft thou to *ell unto me 

What tydins, what tyd ins , fair lady, he fays, 
What tydins hae ye in the fouth Countrie. 

Low down in yon wee Oftler hou'fe. 

There is fyfteen Englifhmen, 
And they are feekin for gude Wallace, 

Its hin? to take and him to hang. 

There's nocht in my purfe, quo gude Wallace, 
There's nocht, not even a bare penhie, 

But T will down to \-on wee Oftler houfe 
.Thir fyfteen EngHQunento fee. 



And when he cam to yon wee Oftler houfe, 
He b*d bendicite be there; 

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Where was ye born, auld erpokit Carl, 

Where wag ye born in what countrie, 
I am a true Scot bcrn and bred, . 

And an auld crookit carl juft fie as ye fee. 

I wad gie fifteen Shillings to onie crookit carl, - 

To onie crookit carl juft fie as ye, 
If ye will get me gude Wallace, 

For he is the man I wad very fain fee . 

,He hit the proud Captain alang the chafft blade, 

That never a bit o ? meal he ate mair; 
And he fticket the reft at the table where they fat, 
And he left them a lyin fprawlin there. 

Get up, get up, gudewife, he fays, 

And get to me fome dinner in hafte; 
For it will foon be three lang days. 

Sin I a bit o' meat did tafte. 

The dinner was na weel readie, 

Nor wa* it on the table fet, 
Till other fyfteen Engiifhm'cn 

Were a' lighted about the yett. • 

Come out, come out, now gude Wallace' 

This is the day that thou maun die; 
I lippen nae fae little to God, he fays, 

Altho I be but ill wordie. 

The gudewife had an auld gudeman, 

By gude Wallace he ftiff ly ftood, 
Till ten o the fyfteen, Engiifhmen, 

Before the door lay in their blude. • 

The other five to the greenwood ran, 

And he hangd th«fe five upon a grain, ' 

And rio the morn wi' his merry men a* 
He fat at diue in Lochmaben town. 


The aald mans mares dea<j. 

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auld mane mares dead. The poor mar mare's dead, The 



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auld mans mares dead A mile a _ boon Dundee. 


Her lwn/ie -banes were knaggs & Oenkff, But fient a drap g.te m 
She had the cteeks.the cauld,the crooks, The auld mans- fee. 
The jawpifh and the wanton yeuks, 
\nd the ho-.vks aboon her e'e 
The auld mans &c. 

My Mafter i;tde me to the town, 
ffe tv'd jtt to a ftaincher round; 
He took a ch.appin 'ill himfel, 

The auld mans mares dead, 
The poor man's mures dead, 
The peats and tours and a to lead 
Acid vet the iad did d;e- 

The winter of life. 

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maiden May, in rich array, A- -gain fhall bring them a'. 

But my white pow-naa kindly thowe 

Shall melt the (haws of Age; 
My trunk of eild, but bufs or beild, 

Sink* in Time's wintry rage. 
Oh, Age has weary days! * 

And nights o fleeplefs paini 
Thou golden time o Youthfu' prime, 

Why comes thou not again! 




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this is the last time my face ye sail see 



Fye on ye, ill woman, the bringer o* shame, 
The abuser o' love, the disgrace o' my name; 
The betrayer o' him that 80 trusted in thee: 
But this is the last time my face ye sail see. 

To the ground shall be ra/ed these hzlla and these bowers, 

Defil'd by your lusts and your wanton amours: 

'I'll find out a lady of higher degree; 

And this is the last time my face ye sail see. 

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The Haws of Cromdale. 

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town, When to the highlands I was bown,To view the haws o'Croredi.. 

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I met a man in* tartan trews, I speercl at him what was the news.Quo 

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he, The highland army rues, That e'er we came to Cromdale. 

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We were in bed, sir, every roan, 
When the English host upon us came; 
A bloody battle then began, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 
The English horse they were so rude, 
They bath'd their hoofs in highland biood,The M? Donalds they retum'd again. 
But our brave clans they boldly stood, The Cameron* did their standard join, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

The Grants, Mackenzie*, and M*k\s. 
Soon as Montrose they did espy, 
O then they fought most vehemently. 
Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

MPlntcsh play 'da bonny game, 
Upon the haws of Cromdale. 
The McGregors faught like lyons bold 
M?Phersons, none could themcontroul, 
M? Lauchiins faught like loyal souls, 
Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

(M?Leans,M'?Dougals,and M?Neals, 
So boldly as they took the field, 
And made their enemies to yield, 
Upon the haws of Cromdale f) 
The Gordons boldly did advance, , 
TheFra/iers(fbught with sword & lance, 
And there's twenty- thousand on the plain, The Grahams they made their heads to- 

But alas we could no longer stay, 
For o'er the hills we came away, 
And sore we do lament the day 

That eer we came to Cromdale. 
Thus the great Montrose did say, 
Can you direct the nearest way. 
For 1 will o'er the hills this day, 

And view the haws of Cromdale. 

Alas, my lord, you're not so strong, 
You scarcely have two thousand, men, 

Stand rank and file on Cromdale 
Thus the great Montrose did say, 
I say, direct the nearest way. 
For I will o'er the hills this day, 

And see the haws of Cromdale. 

They mtve at dinner, wverr man, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. (-dance, 

The loyal Stewarts, with Montrosei 
So boldly set upon their foes, 
And brought them down with highland - 
Upon the haws of Cromdale.flbiows, 
Of twenty thousand Cromwells men. 

When great Montrose upon them came. Five hundred went to Aberdeen, 
A second battle ihsn began, The rest of them lyirs on the plain, 

Cptn the haws *j£ Cromdale. Upon the haws of. Cromdale. 


No Dominies for me, ladMie. 

A lang cravat at him did wag, At the nert offer held him faft, 

And buckles at his knees, laddie; That firft makes love to thee, Iaffie. 

-Says he, My heart, by Cupids dart, 

Is captivate to thee, iaffie. Then "I returning hame again, 

« And coming down the town,laddie, 

iul rather chufe to thole grim death; By any good luck I chane'd to meet 

\So ceafe and let me be, laddie: 
For what? fays he; Good troth, f&id I, 
No dominies for me, laddie. 

A gentleman dragoon, laddie; 

And he took me by baith the hands, 
'Tw&s help in time of need, laddie. 

Fools on ceremonies ftand, 

At twa words we agreed, laddie. 

Minifters ftipends are uncertain rents 

For ladies conjunct-fee, laddie; 
When books & gowns are a' cried down, 

No dominies for me, laddie. He led me to his quarter-houfe, 

Where we exchange! a word, laddie: 
But for your fake I'll fleece the flock, We had nae ufe for black gowns there, 

Grow rich as I grow auld, Iaffie; 
If I be fpar'd I'll be a laird, 

And thou's be Madam call'd, Iaffie. 

We married o'er the fword, laddie. 

Martial drums is mufic fine, 

Compar'd wi' tinkling bells, laddie; 

Gold, red and blue, is more divine 
Than black, the hue of hell, laddie. 

But what if ye fhou'd chance to die, 

Leave bairns, ane or twa, laddie? 
Neathing wad be referv'd for them 

But hair moul'd books to gnaw, laddie.Kings, queens, and princes.crav* the aid 

Of my brave ftout dragoon, laddie; 

- is he angry was, I wat, 
He gJoom'd fc look'd fu' high, laddie: 
When I perceved this, in halte 
I left n\ dominie, laddie. 

Fb'o ;, e well, my charming maid, 
This leffbn learn of me, Iaffie, 

WTiile dominies are muchemployd, 
'Bout whores and fackloth gowns, laddie. 

Away'wi'a thefe whining loons; 

They look like, Let me be, laddie: 
I've more delight in roaring guns; 

No dominies for me, laddie-.^ 

The TVylor. 

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ay he pree'd tie lafe- ie 8 mou, As he 

font and ben Ol 


W^z jr~—\r—^ 



kend the way O, The lafs-ie's heart to win O. 




The Taylor rafe and fheuk his duds, 
The f laes they flew awa in cluds, 
And them that ftay'd gat fearfu' thuds, 
The Taylor prov'd a man O. ' 

Cho. For now it was the gloamin. 
The gloamin, the gloamin, 
For now it was the gloamin, 
When a' to reft are gaun O. 
+ + + + + + +♦ + + > + + + + + 


There was a wee bit Wiffikie. 


There was a wee bit wiffikie^And fie held to the fair: Sh< 








ft g • ' U * 

55= tit 






got a little drappikie, that coft her meikle care; It gaed about the 



■*- y wiffies heart, and fhe began to fpeu; O quo' the wee bit wiffikie I 


-< vittie s neart, and Ine 

fe=J J 1 J 

JM* 1 cjt 



"f/ui'J 1 ; 




wifh I be na fu 

wifh I be na fu quo' fhe, I wifh I be na 

^-f^ FT I ^ j ||||| 


If Johnnie find me Barrel-fick, I'm fure he'll claw my fkin; 

But I'll lye down and tak a Nap before that Igae in . 

Sitting at the Dyke-fide, and taking at her Nap, 
By came a merchant wi' a little Pack 
Wi' a little pack, quo' fhe, wi' a little pack, 
By came a merchant wi' a little pack. 

He's ctippit a' her Gcvden locks fae bonnie and fae lang; 
He's ta'c-n her pur ft and & placks,£nd raft away did gang. 
And when the wiffie waken'd her head was like a^bee 
Oh! quoth the wee wiffekie this is nae me. 
This is nae. me, quoth fhe, this is nae me, 
Somebody ha.s been felling me, tr.d ttfia *s nae me. 


i met with kindly, company, and birl'd my Babce; 
And ftill, if this be Befsikie, three piacks remain with me 
But T will look the Purfie nooks, fee gin the Cun/ie be _ 
There's neither Purfe nor Plack about me, _ this is nae me 
This is nae* me, quoth fhe, this is nae me 
Some body has been felling me, and this is nae me. 

But T have a little houfekie, biit and a kindly man; 
A Dog, they call him Doufsekie, if this be me he'll faun, 
And Johnnie, he'll come to the door and kindly welcon-e gie, » . 
And a the Bairns on the floor will dance if this be me. 
This is nae me, quoth fhe, this is nae me 
Some body has been felling me and this is nae me. 

The night was late and dang Out weet, and oh but it was dark, 
"The Doggie heard a bodies foot, and he began to bark. 
Oh when fhe heard the Doggie bark and kenning it was he. 
Oh well ken ye Douftie, quoth fhe, this is nae me. 
This is nae me, quoth fhe, this is nae me 
Some body has been felling me and this is nae me. 

When Johnnie heard his Befsies word, faft to the door he ran 

Is that you Befsikie. Wow na Man 

Be kind to the Bairns, and well mat ye be. 

And farewell Johnnie, quoth fhe, this is nae me, 

This is nae me, quoth fhe, this is nae me 

Some body has been felling me, and this is nae me. 

John ran to the Minifter, his hair ftood a' on end, 
I've gotten fuch a fright Sir, I'll ne'er be well again 
My wife's come hame without a head, crying out moft piteoufy, 
Olu Farewell Johnnie quoth fhe, this is nae me, 
This is nae me quoth fhe, this is nae me 
Some body has been felling me, and this is nae me. 

The tale you tell, The Parfon faid,is wonderful to me, 
How that a wife without a head could fpeak or hear or feel 
But things that happen hereabout fo ftrangely alter'd be 
That I could almoft with Befsie fay that this is nae me, 
This is nae me quoth fhe, this is nae me 
Wow na. Johnnie faid 'tis neither you nor me. 

Now Johnnie he came hame again, and oh! but he was fain 
To fee his Little Befsikie come to herfelf ag?in 
He got her fitting on a ftool with Tibbek on her knee 
Oh come awa Johnnie, quoth fhe, come awa to vne 
For I ve got a N.ip with Tibbekie and this is now me 

Lhifl is now' me quoth fhe, this is now me. 

Tve got a Nap with Tibbekie and this is no'v mi 



There grows a bonie brier ba.G 8Cc, 

-baft* in our kail-yard,. There 

'» Th 

ere ^rowt a bov.'.ie brier 



u_fy bti_fy cour - ting in our Kail yard 

rT^ ||rr:;: 

We'll court nae mair below the bufa in our kail yard, 
We'll court iiae mair below the bufa in our kail yard; 
We'll awa to Atholea green, and there we'll no be feen, 
Whare the trees and the branches will be our fafe guard. 

Will ye go to the dancin in Carlyles ha, 

Will ye go to the dancin in Carlyle's ha'; 

Whare Sandy and Nancy I'm fure will ding them a'? 

I winna gang to the dance in Carlyle-ha. 

What will I do for a lad, when Sandy gangs awa? 
What will I do for a lad, when Sandy gangs awa? 
T will awa to Edinburgh and win a pennie fee, 
And fee an onie bonie lad will fancy me. 

He's, comin frae the North that s to fancy me, 
He's comin frae the North that's to farcy me; 
A feather in his bonnet and a ribbon at his knee. 
He's a bonie, bonie laddie and yon be he. 

Coald acght of Song. 


f gcj -r if i 'Mi 

augbt of fong de_clare my pains, Could artful 



i^jjfefa^E ^ fl-' Jp-iH ^tfT^ 

E • • 


numbers move if.hee s The mufe fhould tell, in labor'd ftrains, O 


heart, May teach the lyre to languifh; But what avails the 



J Jl.J3.JTT 

fc =* 

pride of art, When waftes the foul with anguifh. 

3=H -±-±^±M 


Thin let the fudden burfting figh 

The heart-felt pang difcover; 
And in the keen, yet tender eye, 

O read th' imploring lover. 
For well 1 know thy gentle mind 

Difdains arte gay difguifing; 
Beyond what Fancy eer refin'd 

The. voice of Nature pricing. 


Ol dear what can the matter be. 

-N — — - & 


*-^ „• matter be dear! what can the matter be Johnny's fae lang at the 

He promisd he'd buy me a fairing fhduld pleafe me and 

y^^ j ^u^ E^ 

*/ . then, for a kifs Oi he vowel he would tea/e me he promise! he'd 





bring me a bunch of blue ribbons to tie up my bonny brown hair 




O. dear what can the matter "be 

Dear! dear! what can the matter be 

Oi dear what can the matter be 

Johnnys fae lahg at the fair. 
He prom is d to buy. me a pair of fleave buttons 
A pair of new garters that cofVhim hut two pence 
He promises he'd bring me & bunch of blue ribbons 

To tye up my bonny brown hair. 

Oi dear what can the matter be 

Dearl dear! what can the matter be 

Oi dear what can tie matter be 

Johnnys fae lang at the fair. 
He promis'd he'd bring me a bafket of pcfies 
A garland of lilies a garland of rcfes 
A little ftraw hat to fet off the blue ribbons 

To tye up my bor.nj brown hair. 

Here's to thy health my bonie lafs. 



^tQ^-O^ Here's to thy health, mv bon. ie ic-fs, Guds _ 


** night and joy be wi' thee: I'll come nafc mast to thy bower - 

-door, To tell thee that T loe thee. O dinna think mv 



aE5= £ 

prettj. pink, But I can live with- out thee: I vow and 

•^*- fwear, T dinna Care, How lang ye look a-betat J"»i 


Taou rt ay £ae free informing 

i hcu bzh nae mind to marty. 
Vli be as free informing thee, 

Nae time has I to tarry. 
S ken xhy friends try ilka -means 

Frae wedlock to delay thee; 
Depending on force higher chance, 

But fortune may. betray thee. 

I ken theyTwarn my low eftate, 
But that does never grieve me; 

For IV S3 free as any he, 
SmV filler will relieve me. 

1 li count my health ;ry greateft weal- 

Sat lang as I'll enjoy it: 
''>! fear nae (cant, I'll bode nae want, 

As lang's I £ot employment. 

But fat off fowls ha© feathers fair, 

And ay until je try '.hem: 
Tho' they leem fair, ftiil have a care, 

They may prove as bad a* I am. 
But at twel at night,when the 

My dear,!'!! come&fee thee:(b'-ight. 
For the man that loves hia ^riftrefs^eri. 

Nae travel makes him w»&) i . _ 

6W , 

Jennys Bawbie. 

496 "^ ^ ^ n ^ *' t ^ at eer a) ^ J enn y ^ad, M>" J eTin > bad, my 



Jenny had And a' that eer nty Jenny had was ae baw_bie. 






•^ plack, And my plack and your plack, And Jennys baw_ bie. 







And a that, e'er my Jenny had, My Jenny had, my Jenny had; And 






a that e'er my Jenny had, Wag ae baw — bie, 

i^^^^^^^^^^^ ^fcg 


We'll put it a in the pint-ltoup, 
The pint-ftoup, the pint-ftoup, 
We'll put it in the pint-ftoup, 

And birle't a' threa. 

And a' that e«r, &c. 

It was a for ocr rigbtfn kiag. 



AOk*J < ■¥ It was a for our right „ fu, king. We 

l lll^gilllli 


-p — 



fc# i_r* r..;_ &.>_„* i iL A_ 

-Jy left fair Scot_ lands ftrand; It was a' lor our 



■7f|fj r4-p=-p— r^- 


right _ fu king, We e'er faw I _ rifh land my dear, We 




faw I_ _ rifh 



^^ ^ B E 



Now a' is done that men can do, The foger frae the wars returns, 
A ricr*5'*is« ihM|nBHL vain : The failor frae the main, 

My Love and Native Land fareweel, But J hae parted frae my Love, 
Fcr I maun crofs the main, my dear, Never to meet again, my dear, 
For I rnaun &c. Never to meet &c. 

He tumd him right and round about, When day is gane,and night is con.e. 

Upon the Irifh fhore, And a' folk bound to fleep; 

And gae his bridle reins a fhake, I think on him thats far awa, 
| With, adieu for evermore, my dear, The lee~iang rtight & wet-pmydeai, 

With, adieu &c. 1 he 2©e.4aixg,&c, 



The Highland widows Lament. 

( ^ Oh X am come to the low coun .. trie Och 



Very Slow 

# p^f^w--i m m 

_ - on, Och_ on, Och _ riei With _ out a pen _ ay 



$-f-Q j^^-t & ^Hw *^ 

in my purfe to buy a meal to 

k m? 



H was na fae in the Highland hills, I was the happieft of a the Clan, 

Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Sair, fair may I repine; 

iVae woman in the Country wide For Donald was the braweft man, 

Sae happy was as me. And Donald he was mine. 

For then I had a icore o kye, 

Ochon, fee. 
Feeding on yon hil* fafc high, 

And giving milk to me. 

Till Charlie Stewart cam at laft, 
Saa far to fet us free; 

My Donald s arm was wanted then 
For Scotland and for me. ^ 

And there 1 had three fcore o yowes, Their waefu fate what need I tell, 
Ochon, fee. Right to the wTang did yield; 

Skipping or- yon bonie knowea, My Donald and his Country fell, 
And caiting woo to me. Upon Culloden field. 

Ochon, O. Donald, Ohl 

Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! 
NTac woman in the warld wide, 

Sae wretched now as we. 

Gloomy December. 



/1QQ -\& Ance mair 1 hail thee, thou gloomy De _ cem _ ber! 

_ing mild on the foft parting hour But the dire feeling, O 



^ m i. i. i g 



Wild as the winter now tearing the foreft, 

Till the laft leaf o* the fummer is flown, 
Such is the tempeft has fhaken my bofom, 

Till my laft hope and laft comfort is gone: 
Still as 1 hail thee, thou gloomy December, 

Still fhall 1 hail thee w' for row and care; 
For fad was the parting thou makes me reir< •■- I 

•Parking wi' Nancy, Oh, ne'er to meet {pair. 


Ev?n Uanks 

pp=^pggj p&£p^ 

<3Q0 "a ¥ Slow fpreads the gloom my foal defires,The fun from 







Indias fho re retires; To E_ van -banks, with temp rate ray, Home 

pjj^ ^z^p_ i-^5nz 3_. j ^ff 

^fj ^rJ^ nlT-rg 

of my youth, he leads the day. OhI banks to me for 


j^^**^- I F p j~ — - 

P&#: #T ^fe ^ 


e_ ver dear! Oh! ftream whofe murmurs ftill T hear: All, all my 




^-f-J-t-^-hP ^FE 

hopes of blifs r«_fide Where E~van singles with the Clyde. 


And fhe, in fimple beauty dreft. What fecret charm to mem ry brings, 

Whofe image lives within my breaft; All that on Evans border fprings, 
Who trembling heard my parting figh, Sweet banks lye bloom by Marys fide; 
And long purfued me with her eye; Bleft ftreami fhe viewe thee hafte f .oCl;tl< 
Does fhe with,heart unchang'd as mine, 

Oft in the vocal bowers recline ? Can all the wealth of India's coaft 

Or where yon grot o'erhangs the tide, Alone for years in abfence loft? 
Mufe while the Evan feeks the Clyde? Return, ye moments of delight, 

With richer trdafures blefs my fight! 
Ye lofty banks that Evan bound! Swift from this defart let me part, 

Ye lavifh woods that wave around, And fly to meet a kindred heart! 

And o'er the ftream. your fhadows throw, Nor more mty aught my fteps divide 
Which fweetly winds fo far below; From *hat dorr ftream which flows to C?J< 

End of Vor.uMK Fima. fc 

w/zj/^/wa^fsi^^ Aumm^gy&?£> 

■J /J7s 



withproperBalses for the 

KJ^Z./'S'l /nOJ^)4//>T<!sCi5z/t4:r??s//&e 

Cbz&^yri/t^'ycZ'ie <>?zt&C> OCt/l^yUn te</zit r^e</ a 

tt j t.t?zc ft ■;??.-[ '-e-t. 

fronted Jc Scid In/ James Johnson Masei: Seller Edinbur GH to h had at 
T.Preston N?gj stnmd London, M?Fadyen Glasgow, & at aM the ftrmapal 

Mafic Sellers. 


Music and Song. 

r' has long been a juft and general Complaint, that anions all the Mufic _ 
Books of SCOTS SONGS that have been hitherto offered to the Public, 
not one, nor even all of them put together, can be faid to have merited the name 
of what may be called A COMPLETE COLLECTION; having been pub I ifhed on 
ly in detached pieces and parcels; amounting however upon the whole, to more than 
twice the price of this Publication; attended moreover with this further difadvan- 
tage,that they have been printed in fuch large unportable Si/es,that they could 
by no means anfwer the purpofe of being pocket-companions; which is no fmall 
incumbrance^ fpecially to the admirers of focial Mufic. 

To remedy thefe, and all other complaints and inconveni'encies of the kind, 
this work, now before the public eye, has been undertaken, and carried on, 
Under the Patronage, direction, and Review of a number of Gentlemen of un- 
difputed tafte, who have been pleafed to encourage, enrich, and adorn the 
whole literary part of the Performance -The Pub lilher begs leave only to lav, 
that he has ftrenuoufly endeavoured, and will perfevere to exert his utmolt 
fkill and affiduity in executing the mechanical part of the- work. And he flat- 
ters himfelf,that his laudable unremitted emulation to- gain the public efteem, 
will meet with the favourable regard of his obliging friends and generous 
Subfcribers —The Subfcription will be kept open, at haft, to the publica- 1 
tion of the Second Volume: which Mas all originally intended; and which will 
be publifhed as foon as the work can be executed, which is already in great ' 
forwardnefs _ Each Volume contains ONE HUNDRED Songs, with the 
original Mufic, embellifhed with Thorough B a fses by one erf the ableft 
Mafters —And befides thefe hundred Songs, under the- Mufic and Song infei-_! 
ted in the refpective titles at the top of the page, the performer will frcqucn 
tly find two or three additional Sets of appofite words to the fame tunc;ada- 
pted to the VOICE. HARPSICHORD, and PI ANO- FORTE,&c. 
It was intended, and mentioned in the- Propofals, to have adopted a Confide r- 
able Variety of the moft Mufical and Sentimental of the Englifh and Irifh 
Songs; But this Scheme, not happening to meet with general approbation, 
after feveral plates had been engraved for the purpofe, it was determined, in 
compliance with what feemed to be the almoft univcrfal inclination of the Suf»- 
fcribcrs, to poftponeit for the prefent, with a full intention to refinne it after- 
wards, if it fhall yet appear to be defired and encouraged, in a third, or a 
fourth Volume. , 

In the meantime, it is humbly requefted, if any Lady or Gentleman ha\»- . 
my meritorious Song with the Mufic (never hitherto Publifhed) of th tsin 
Ancient Caledonian ftrain, that they would be- pleafed to tranfmit *h< feme to 
the Publifher," that it may be fubmitted to the proper Judges, and fo be pre- 
served in this Repofitory of our National Mufic and Sony, by their n.olt 

Obliged and Humble Servant, 
L-,Un!-bcir s VVv„d,M,v22.- 1787. .MMK.s JOHNSON. 


Index of Authors' names tnVol.first, 

fo far as can be afcertained. 

AN thou wert my ain thing _ _ _______ Page _ 2 
. Ah Cure a pair was never feen ________ 23 

^uld lang fyne _____ Ramfay. _.*_._ _ '26 

Allan water MF Crawford, a gentleman of _ie family of \ 

Auchnames _ _ ' _ _ __ _ _ V - - - -3 

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


Befs the gawkie __ _ _ _ _ ~_ _ _ _ _ _ "_ 4 

Banks of the Tweed __________ _6 

Beds of fweet rofes _ _ _ _ _ _ ___ _ _ 7 

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

Blythe Jocky ______ _ ______ 25 

Blythe Jockey young and gay _ _ _ _____ 30 

Bony Befsy . _ _ _ _ Ramfaj _ _ _ _ _ 31 

Blathrie o"t - _ _ _ _ _ .. _ _ _ _ _ 34 

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

Bonj- Jean _______ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 55 

Blythfome bridal _ _ - _ X _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 58 

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

Bulk ye bufk ye _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ 65 

Bony brucket lafsie ____ ___ _ __ 69 

Broom of Cowd,enknow» _________ 70 

Birks of Invermay-The 2 firft ftanzas by Mallet, the 2 laftY 

by DF Bryce of Kirknewton _ _ _• JC." »* 
-Banks of Forth __•__ _'_ _ _ ___ _ 76 

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

Bufh aboon Tracniair _ _ _ _ MF Crawford _ _ _ &l 

Braes of Ballenden _ Blacklock, the Mufic by Ofwald _ _ _ 93 
Bide ye yet ______ _______ 98 

Bony Dundee __ -- ______ lOO 

Come let's hae mair wine in _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ ___I2 

Collier's bony lafsie _ _ _ _ Ramfay - - _ - 48 

Corn riggs _ _ - - - Ramfay _____ 94 

Dear Roger if your Jenny geek _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 17 

Down the burn Davie _ MF Crawford _ 75 

Etrick banks ______ ______ 82 


From Foflin Caftle '* -choing walls _,__ > ___9 
Flowers of Edinburgh ____---- -14 
Fy gar rub her o'er wi' ftrae _ _ Ramfay . _ _ _ _ 17 

Faireft of the fair _ _ DF Piercy _ 33 

Flowers of the foreft _ _ - - Mils Home _ _ - 64 

Qilderoy _ _ - - - Sir-A^xF Halkct _ _ . - 67 

• rreen grow the rafhes - _ . M Burn - _ 7o 

T V 


Go to the ewe heights Marion - ._■ _ _ ^ a g e - ®6 


Highland Queen _ Poetry and mufic both by a MF M? Vicar A 

once of the Solbay man of war _ _ _ , X ~~ " " 1 
Highland King _____ _«.______ ib- 

Happy Marriage _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ___ _ 20 

Highland laddie _ _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ - 22 

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

Had I a heart for falfhood framcl - Sheridan _ _ _ _ _ _ 47 

Here awa there awa _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __58 

Her abfence will not alter me ____• _____ 72, 


Jamie Gay ___________ _ _ _ 15 

Johny's gray breeks _ _ _________' 28 

Jenny's heart was frank and free _ _. ' _ _ - - . _ _ ib. 
I wifh my love were in a mire _ Tranflated from Sappho"* 

by Philips ____f--- 41 

Jenrv NeiEles ._-________-_ _ 53 

Jocky laid to Jenny ____________ 62 

John Hay's bony lafsie- _ Ramfay _ _ _ _. _ 68 

I'll never leave thee _____ MT, Crawford _ 9-2 

Johnv and Mary _____________ lOl 


Kate of Aberdeen .._____ Cunningham _ _ _ 36 

Lord Gregory ___ ___________" 5 

Lafs of Livingfton _____ Ramfay _ _ _ _ - - 18 

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

Lafs of Patie's mill _____ Ramfay 1 _ _ _ _ 21 

Lawland maids _ _ - _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 23 

Leander on the bay _ __ - _ - _ - _ ___27 

Lucky Nancy _ _ _ _____ _ _. _ __ _ 34 

Logan water _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Thomson _ _ _ _ 42 

Loch Eroch fide ______ _ _ _ ___78 

Lewis Gordon _ _ ____ _ _ __ _ _ _ 87 

Low down in' the broom ______*____ 91 

Lochaber ________ Ramfay .. _ - 96 


My dear Jockie ___ _ __ _ _ __ ___16 

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

.My ain kind dearie O ____-____-_- 50 

Mary Scot _____ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 74 

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

My Nannj O _ _ _ _ ___ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 89 

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

Muckin o' Geordie's byre_ _-_ ___ ___ _ _97 


Nanfy's to the greenwood gane ___ _ _ __ _ _ _ 50 


O lovely maid how dear's thy power _ _______ 42 


In d ex. 

Oer the moor to Maggy _■ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ •_, Pago „ 56 

O'er the. hills and far away _ _ ______ __ 62 

Ofcar s Ghoft - Mifs Ann Kieth, The mufic by M™ Touch _ _ 71 
O faw ye my father __ _ _ ________77 

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


Peggy I muft love thee _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ 3 

Pinky houfe ___ _ _ __ _ _ _ _. _ 5? 


Hoflin Caftle _ M T . Rich? Hewit, the mufic by Ofwald _ - . _ _ 9 


Saw ye Johny comin quo fhe __ ______ - lO 

Saw ye na my Peggy _ - _ _ _ __ ____12 

Sae merry ag we twa hae been _ _ __ _ _ _ . 60 

She rofe and loot me in__ _ ____ _ -"*.-. 84 

Sweet Annie frae the fea beach came _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 85 


Turnimfpike man ___________ 24 

To fly like bird from grove to grove _ _ _ _ _ ,25 

Twine weel the plaidei\ ___________ 32 

Tweed Side ______ MT Crawford _ _ _ 37 

The maid that tends the goats _ _ MT Dudgeon _ _40 

There's nae luck about the houfe _____._..__ 44 

Tarry woo __ ___________ _ 45 

The maid in bedlam George Syron, a Negro in bedlam _ ..46 

There's my thumb 1*11 ne'er beguile you _ _ _ _'_ _ _66 


Woo'd and married and a' _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _lO 

Water parted from the fea __..___ „Eiiglifh Air _ 39 
Within a mile of Edin r town __ _ .__.____ 4 9 

When abfent from the nymph I love _ _____ _ _54 

When fummcr comes the fwains on Tweed _ MT Crawford _ 71 

Waukine of the fauld _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 88 


Young Peggy blooms our bonnieft lafs _ _ _ ._ _ _ 79 

Entered in Stationer's Hall. 



IN the firft Volume of this work, two or three Airs not of 
Scots compofition have been inadvertently inferted; which, whatever • 
excellence they may have, was improper, as the Collection is meant 
to be folely the mufic of our own Country— The Songs contained 
in this "volume, both mufic and poetry, are all of them the work, 
of Scotsmen — Wherever the old words could be recovered, they 
have been preferred; both as generally fuiting better, the genius of 
the tunes, and to preferve the productions of thofe earlier Sons of 
the Scottifh Mufes, fome of whofe names deferved a better fate 
than has befallen them -"Buried 'mong the wreck of thing's which 
were. Of our more modern Songs, the Editor has inferted the 
Authors' names as far as he could afcertain them; and as that 
was neglected in the firft Volume, it is annexed here. __ If he 
have made any miftakes in this affair, which he pofsibly may, hp 
fhall be very grateful at being fet right. 

Ignorance and Prejudice may perhaps affect to fneer at the 
fimplicity of the poetry or mufic of fome of thefe pieces; but their . 
having been for ages the favorites of Nature's Judges _ the Common 
People, was to the Editor a fufficient teft of their merit . 

Materials for the third Volume are in great forwardnefs; and as 
far as can be guefsed, that will conclude the Collection . 

Edin* March 1. 1788. 


Entered in Stationer's Hall. 





Note, the Songs marked B, R, X, SCc.are originals by 
different hands, bnt all of them Scots gentlemen, who have 
favoured the Editor, and the Pnblick at large, with their 
dompofitions : thefe marked Z,are old verfes, with correc- 
tions or additions. 

Firft lire of each Song Authors Page 

ARofe bud by my early walk, _. _ _ _ _____ _ 197 
An 'I'll kife thee jet, yet, _ _________ _ 201 

A' the, lads o' Thornie bank- - __ ______ _ 164 

All lovelj on the fultrj beach _ The late W™ Wallace Efq. r of| 

Cairnhill,Compofed on a joung gentleman who perifhed in C — 107 
Admiral Vernon's expedition againft Carthagena _ _ _ i 
Allan by his griefs excited _ __ _ ___ ___ _ _ 125 

A cock laird fu' cadgie _ _ _ _______ _ 155 

Ah! the poor fhepherds mournful fate _ Hamilton _____ 158 

As Philerman and Phillis together did walk _ _ _ _- _ _ _162 

As walking forth to view the plain _ ___ _ _ _■ _ ■ _ 171 

Aniidft a rofy bank of flowers _ _ Fergufon _ _ • _ _ _ _ 186 

At Polwarth on the green _ _ Ramfaj _ _ _ _ _ _ 191 

Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen _.'»_•_ _ _ _ 200 


Balow my boy* lie ftill and fleep _ _ _ _ '_ _ ___ 135 

Blythe,blythe and merry was (he ________ _ 187 

Braw, braw lads o'-Galla water _______ ___ 131 

Bony lalsie will ye go _ _ _ _ _ _ _ - _ _ _ _ 115 

Birks of Abergeldie __ _ , _ ___ _ _ _ _v _ _ 116 

By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdefo lay _ _ _ _ ._ _ 111 


Clariiida, niiftrefs of my foul __ _ _ ______ 206 

Cauld blaws the wind frae eaft to weft _ _ _ " _ _ 147 

Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er _ - .. .. 195 


Dumbarton drums beat bonie O __ _-_ - _ .. _ _ 169 


Farewel ye dungeons dark and ftrong __ ______ 117. 

For lake o gold fhe's left me O - - D? Auftin _ _ _ _ _ _ 171 


- Oo on fweet'bird and foothe my care ______ __198 

Graham ius notabilis, coegerat montanos _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 103 

Gie me a lafs wi' a lump o' land _ _ Ramfey _ _ _ _ _ 177 


He who prefum'd tognidethe fun - _ Struan Robertfon _ _ _ _ 115 

Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad _ - -,_-__ _ - 145 
Hey the dufty miller _____ _ _ . _ _ - 151 

How pleafant the banks of the clear winding Devon _ _ _ _ 165 

How long and dreary is the night __-_ ____ _ _ 183 

Here is to the king Sir __.__-_- ___•_ 178 


N L) E X . 

I am my mammy s ie bairn _"_'__ _____ Page _ 11 

It Was in an evening fae faft and fae clear _ _ _ 113 

In the hall I lay in night -. Ofsian _ _ 119 

It is night, I am alone - -Ofsian _ _ _ _ _ 123 

In April when primrofes paint the fweet plain _ Ramfay _ . _ 127 
I dream 'd I lay where flowers were fpringirig _ _ _ _"'>-_ _ 153 

I who am fore opprefs'd with love _ Struan Robertfon _ 154 

In comin by the brig o' Dye _ _ _ _ _ __ _ ~ _ 164 

Jockey he came here to woo _ _ _ ______ i/S 

I had a horfe and I had nae mair ___ ___ . _ _ 193 


Look where my dear Hamilla fmiles _ Hamilton _ _ - _ 111 

Loud blaw the frofty breezes _____ _____ 150 

Landlady count the lawin _ Tradition fays that this tune wasl 

king Robert Bruce's March at the battle of Bannockburn r 7 170 


My heart was ance as blythe and free ________ 106 

Mourn, haplefs Caledonia, mourn _ _ Smollet, Compofed after"* 

the battle of Culloden _ f - - 147 
My love has forfaken me ______ ______ 159 

My lov'd Celeftia is fo fair _ _ _ Struan Robertfon _ _ _ 160 
My mi'ther's ay glowran o'er me _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ 180 

Mufing on the roaring ocean ____ _ _ ._ _ t87 

N \ .--'■ , 

Nae gentle dames tho' ne'er fo fair _______ _ 121 

Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen _ .. Ramfay _ ' _ _ _ _ _ 179 

No repofe can I difcover _ Fergufoni _ _ _ _ _ 131 


O whiftle an I'll come to you my lad - _ _ _ 109 

On a rock by feas furrounded _ _ 1 i _ _ _-■ _ _ _ 107 
O merry may the maid be _ _ '" _ _ _ _ _\ . _ _ 129 

One night I dream 'd I lay moft eafy _ _ _ .. _ _ _ _ 131 

O Molly, Molly, my dear honey __ _______ 132 

O mither dear I gin to fear - . ______ .133 

O Befsy Bell and Mary Gray _ - Ramfay- _ _ _ - - -134 
O gae to the kye wi' me Johnie _ _ _ . _ _ _ 142 

Bell thy looks have pierc'd my heart- Ramfay .. - -' _ 146 
One night as young Colin lay mufing in bed _ Blacklock _ _ _ 151 
O Sandy why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn _ _ - .» - -161 
O that I were where Helen lies _ See the ftory of this ballad \ 

in Pennant- tour thro' Scotland, Vol. 2^,page 88t h »_ - _ J. - t*>3 

Ed. .^.Dublin J ) 

O waly, waly up yon bank _ _ __ __ _ . __ 16f< 

O'er bogie wi' my love _____ Ramfay _ _ 17>>. 

O what had I ado for to marry _ __ __ _ _ -~ 199 


Quite over the mountains ___ . - _ - - _ - 16 7 


Ravmg winds around her blowing _ _ _ \ . .. . 18! 

Rattlin, roarin Willie _ _ _ _ _ - . _.__ 2CV 



N D E X 

Staj my charmer, can you leave me , . _ _ . page - 135 

Sweet Sir for your courtefie _ _ _ - . _ _ . _ - _ _ - _ 114 
Speak on, fpeak thu» and ftill m> grief Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 137 

Since robb'd of all that channel my view ______.._ 184 

She took me in and fct me down - - -...--- - -188 

Since-, all thy vows falfe maid - - • «, _______ 207 


Talk not of love, it gives me pain _________ 194 

Tho* cruel Fate fhould bid us part - - ______ 122 

The Chevalier being void of fear _ M? Skirvin _____ 103 

The love that I hae chofen ______ __ _ _ _ 118 

There was ance a May __-_ _ _ ___ __ 126. 

The. yellow hair'd laddie fat on yon burn brae _ _ _ _ _ 128 

The widow can bake and the widow can brew_ _ _ _ _ 13 O 

Thickeft night, furround my dwelling _ _ _ _ _- _ _ _ 138 

The carl he cam o'er the craft ___ ____ ___ 141 

I here was a lafs they ca'd her Meg_ _ _ _ _ 156 

The fhepherd Adonis ______ ___ _ _ _ 167 

There's cauld kail in Aberdeen _ - The D of G - _ 170 

The Ploughman he's a bonie lad ____ _ ____ 173 

To me what are riches encumber 'd with care _ This tune ia faid) 

to be the compofition of James the 4tr of Scotland _ ' J "* 
The g} pfies cam to Our gude lord's yett _ Neighbouring tradition^ 

ftrongly vouches for the truth of this ftory. - _ £-189 

The blude red rofe at yule may blaw _ _ _ _ __ _ __190 

Tibbie I hae feen the day _____ ______ 203 

The winter it is nafi and the fummer's come at la£f _ _ 208 


Vp and warn a' Willie _ ____•_ _ _ _ __ __ 195 


Where braving angry winter's ftorms _ _.__ _ _ ___ 203 

When Guilford good our pilot flood - Mf Burns- _____ 102 

When firft my dear laddie gaed to the green hill _ Ramfay _ _ _ 128 
With broken words and downcaft eyes _ ________137 

What will I do gin my hoggie die _ _ _______ 139 

What words dear Nancy will prevail __ __ _____ 140 

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow _ Hamilton _____ 143 

Willie was a wanton wag _ _ _ MT Walkinfhaw _ _ 144 

- Where winding Forth adorns the vale _ Fergufon ______ 149 

W< ary fa' you Duncan Gray _ The mufic is faid to have been"* 

the compofition of a Carman in Glafgow ___ _ r -loo 

Well, I agree, ye're fure o' me _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 176 

Where waving pines falute the fkies ________ 205 

Ye gods was Strephon's picture bleft _ Hamilton- _ _ _ _ 182 

Ye Highlands and. \e Lavs lands ____ _ ____ 185 

V( livers fo limpid and clear- _ _ - _ _ - _ - 191 



~V7~0W that the Editor gives this third Volume of The Scots 
Mufical Mufeum to the Publick, he hopes it will not be found 

unworthy of the Volumes already Publifhed . \s this is not 

one of thofe many Publications which are hourly ufhered into the 

World merely to catch the eye of Fafhion in her fren/.y of i. day, , 

the Editor has little to hope or fear from the herd of readers. — ' 

Confcioufnefs of the well-known merit of our Scotifh Mufic, and 

the national fondnefs of a Scotch .man 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 - "■ 

p< ;<ls to the honeft prejudices of the Laft. 

Materials for the 4. and in all probability the laft Volume are 

in gre:»t forwardnefs . 

Edin? February 2^ 1790 



Entered in Stationer's Hall. 


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 Publick at large with their 
com po j it ions: thefe marked Z, are old veries, with correc- 
tions or additions. 

A h 

Kirfl lint of each Song. Authors 

A P a g e 

h, why thus abandon'd to mourning and woe _ .. _ 270 

i An O my Eppie _ _ _ _ _ 290 

And \( (hall walk in fil.k attire _____ .. _ _ 249 

As over Gladfmuir's blood ftain'd field __ Hamilton __The Muiic) 

by M? Gibbon _ . | -210 
Aa late by a Sodger I chanced to pafs _ _ _ .. 277 

As on an eminence I ftood a mufing __ _ _ _ _ _ 282 

As o'er the Highland hills T hied _ _ W. C. _ _ .. _ _ 308 
Awa whie;s awa __.._____ __ 272 


Beneath a green fhade I fand a fair maid _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ 250 
By the ftream fo cool and clear __ ______ 2oO 

By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ 262 

V • 
Ca' the yowes to the knows __ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ 273 

Carl an the king come ____________ 248 

Ceale, ceafe my dear friend to explore - - T, B . _ _ _ _ 254 

Come giea a fang Montgomery cried. -The Rev? M? Skinner _ _ 298 


Dear Myra the captive ribband's mine _ _ .. _ _ _ _ _ 266 
Deil tak the wars that hurried Willyfrae me _ _ .. 270 

Fate gave the word, the arrow fped The Mufic by M T . J. Riddel in Ayr 280 

Firft when Maggy was my care ________ 258 

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 


Hark! yonder eagle lonely wails _ DF Fordyce _ 237 

Hark the loud tempeft (hakes earth to it's center _ . T. B. _ _ 226 
Hey the bony, hey the bony -_ - _______ 222 

Hid from himftlf now by the dawn _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 260 


I hac laid a herring in faut _- __ _- ____ 253 

I loe nae a laddie but ane _________ -. 276 

1 winna marry' ony man but Sandy o'er the lea _____ 283 

1 caed a waefu'gate yeftreen _ _ Burns, the Mufxc by Robert) 

Riddel EfqT of Glenriddel _ ) " 6m 
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld _,__ _ _ - __ 258 

i may when the daifies appear on the green _ _ _ - 286 



In the garb of old. Gaul with the fire of old Rome _ SirHarrv L>flum 

the Mufic by Colonel Re id _ . 
It fell about the Martinmafe time _ _ - - - _ _ 310 

It was in and about the Martinmafs time _ _ _ - 2-0 


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 _ l_269 
Anderfon is laid by tradition to have been town Piper in Kelfo L 


Lang hae we parted been __________ 227 

Let ithers brae- weel o' their gear '_. _ _ _ _ _ _• _ 276 


My Sandy gied to me a ring _____ _ _ _ _ _ 213 

My Harry was a gall-int gay _*_____ __ _ 218 

My wife's a wanton wee thing _________ 226 

My love file'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 


O wilt thou go wi' me, iweet Tibbie Dunbar _ __,_,_, 216 

O this is no my ain houfe _________ 225 

O mount and go ________ __ _ 242 

O dear Peggy love's beguiling ._ _. Ramfay _ _ _ _» _, , 246 

O dear minnie what fhall I do _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. *_ 246 

O were 1 on Parnafsus hill _ .. _ _ _ _ _ ._ — , -. 264 

O merry hae I been teethin a heckle « — _,._. - _ -. - 27.9 
O wha wy 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. J 

Maftertor, ] " 3QI 
O were I able to rthearic _ .. _ The Rev?' MF Skinner _ .. _ 302 
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw ... The Mufic by Marlhal _ - 244 
On a bank of flowers in a fummcr day _ Burns - - - _ <■ - 232 


Peggy now the king's come _ _ Ramfay _ _ __..*_ 248 

Se do mholla mholla mholla _._ _______ _ 274 

Simmer's a pleafant time - _ - _ _ _..._'- 2?? 

Sir John Cope trode the north right far _ .. _ J _ . 242 

Stately ftept he eaft the wa' . _,' _ _ .. _ _ _ _ 2§9 

Sun gallop down the weftlin fkies , Ramfay . _ _ 2f I 

Sweet nurfiing of the tears of morning . The late MF S Scott) 

of Wauchop . l 

T ) 

The fmiling plains profufely gay _ . 2 ' ' 
The morn was fair faft was the air _ . _ 

The Taylor fell thro' the bed thimble ana V 

There came a young man to my daddie'a door _ ." _ 



N D E X. 

Fhc <i. . rt turns, my bofom burns - The Mufic by Rob* Riddel) 

of Glenriddel Efqf _ _ j ~ 233 
1 he uu-al was dear fhort fyne .. __ _,■•■■_ _ _ _,._,*, 238 
The lazy mi ft hangs from the brow of the hill y. 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, compofed on a frolic of his own) 

They fay that Jock ey'll fpeed weel o't _ MT Alexf Rofs Author") 

of the Fortunate Shepherdefsj " 27 ® 
The Catrine woods were yellow feen The Mufic by M^A.Mafterton 285 
The gloomy night is gathering faft _ _ Burns _ _ - _ _ 293 
There liv'd a wife in our gate end .._..___.. 306 
The Campbells are comin _ Said to be compofed on the imprifon* 

-ment of Mary Queen of Scots _ _ [309 

in Lochleven Caftle _ .. _ _ ) 

The pawkie auld carl came over the lea James 5. King of Scots _ 234 

Tho' women's minds like winter winds _ _ _ 1 _ 300 

The ling'ring ftar, with lefs'ning ray, _ Burns, - the Mufic byj n Q 

Mifs Johnfton of Hilton _} " Ztt8 
Tune vour fiddles tune them fweetly _ Skinner, _ the Mufic -x 

by Marfhalj- 208 
Twas at the hour of dark midnight . The late Sir G. Elliot _ _ 214 
'Twas paft ane o' clock in a cold frofty morning .... _ _ 236 
Tv\:i bonie lads were Sandy and Jockey _ _ _ _ ._ ■ _ 292 


I llin,Carril and R\no - _ Ofsian, the Mufic by Ofwald _ _ 265 


Waes me that e'er I made your bed _ _ _ _ 246 

Were I afsur.y youcJ conftant prove _ Ramfay ___.-_. 257 
Whs re hae ye be*en fae braw, lad, ________ 302 

When I upon thy bofom lean - _ MF J. Lapraik _ _ _ _ 214 

When I have a fixpence under my thumb _ . _ _ - - - 284 
When firft I came to be a man _ Skinner _ _ _ _ 294 

When F rennet cattle's ivy'd wall - . _ • - - - - - 296 

Where are ye gaun my bonie lafs - - - - - 298 

Vi , r ; v% ( ft -wiiids did blow with a foit. gentle breeze -Lapraik _ - 217 

A'hen rofy morn comes in wi' flowers - _ _ _ - __229 

a the Iheep are in the fauld and the ky at hameXadyAnnLindfay _256 

V\hen merry hearts were gay -- - - - _-_ _261 

v Y 

\. galtawtB bright I red you right .____--- 224 

Voting Hnlar dtr woo'd me lang _ ______ - -230 

k'oung Jo< kie was the bl) theft lad _ __.__-- _ 297 



TiTHEN the Editor Published the third Volume of this work, 
he had reafon to conclude that one volume more would finifh the 

Publication Still however, he has a confiderable number of Scots 

A'rs and Songs more than his plan allowed him to include in this 

fourth volume. Thefe, though in ail probability they will not amount 

to what he has hitherto publifhed as one volume, he fhall jet give to 
the world; that the Scots Mufical Mufeum may be a Collection of 

every Scots Song extant. To thofe who object that his Publication 

contains pieces of inferior, or little value, the Editor anfwers, by 

referring to his plan All our Songs cannot have equal merit. _ 

Befides, as the world have not yet agreed on any unerring balance, 
any undifputed ftandard, in matters of Tafte, what to one perfon 
yields no manner of pleafure, may to another be a high enjoyment . 

Edin* Auguft 13. 1792. 

Entered in Stationer's Hall. 




Index to Volume Fourth. 

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 Public at large with 
their compofitions: thefe marked Z, are old ver fes, with 
corrections or additions. 

Firft line of each Song. Authors Names Page 

. A 

A Southland Jenny that was right bonie ___-_.__ _ _ 318 

As I 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'enin _____ _359 

An O for ane and twenty Tarn! __ ____ _ _ _ 366 

As I was a walking all alone __ ______ _ _382 

A nobleman liv'd in a village of late_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 384 

Av waking oh waking ay and wearie._See another fet,Song N. 2131 

Vol: 3? J ~ 39b 
As Patie cam up frae the glen _■_ __ _ _ _ _ _ 396 

As I went out, ae may morning _________ 340 


By yon caftle wa' at the clofe of the day _____ ._326 
Bonie wee thing canie wee thing __ __ ____ 351 

Com in thro' the craiges o' TCyle _ _ Mifs Jean Glover _ _ _ 338 

Come here's to the nymph that I love ___ _____ 354 

Frae the friends- and land I love __ ______ 312 

Forbear gentle youth to purfue me in vain ______ 344 

Farewell to a' our Scottifh Fame ___ _ ___ _ 391 

Farewell thou fair day thou green earth & ye fkies _ Burns _ - 399 
Flow gentle fweet Afton among thy green braes _ _ _ 400 


Gone 18 the day and mirk the night ________ 323 


Hey Donald how Donald ___ _ _ _ - ____344 

Hey how my Johnie Lad __________ 368 

Harken and I will tell you how _________ 380 

I've been courting at a Lafs ______---- 316 

I fine- cf a Whiftle a Whiftle of worth _ Burns.ffee the end of 1 a 

* \he Index _ j~ " 324 

I do confefs thou art fae fair ______ _•-.__ 332 

I hae been at Crookieden ____-__._-- 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 Jenny fain_ _ __ __ ___ _ 395 

tf was in fweet Senegal _ ____--___- 398 

! I(G*€ my jovial Sailor -,_*___-_--_- 404 

I R 


D E X 

Keen blaws the wind o'er Donpchthead _ _ _ _ _ _ Page _ 388 

Late in an evening forth 1 ^went _ _.-,__ ______ 328 


My Soger Laddie is over the fea ______ ___334 

My h_ro! my hero mv beautious my brave _ _ _ _ _ _ 352 

■ - . _sr 

Now weftlin winds and flaughterin guns _ _ -Burns _ _ 36" 


Our Lords are to the mountains gane _ • _ ___.'_ _ _ _ 312 

O mighty natures handy work _ _ Mf Learmont at Dalkieth _ _ 314 
O John come kifs me now now _ _______ 315 

O Xadie 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 Dukel 

of Argyle _ j 33 ° 
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 _________ .. 36Q 

O when fhe came ben fhe bobbed _ _______ 364 

O fare ye weel my auld wife __ _ _______ 365 

O Logie o Buchan O Logie 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 _ _ ■ _ l _ _ _ 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 l 

Clergyman at Biggar _ j "" ™$ 

Roys wife of Aldivalloch _ _ _ MT S Grant of C++++n _ _ 352 

Sweet clofes the evening on Craigieburn Wood _ _ 311 

She fat down below a thorn _______ _ _ _ 33J 

Senfibility how charming _ Burns _ the Mufic by Mf M. S_ _ 3 3_> 
Some fpicks of Lords, fome fpicks of Lairds _ _ _ _ _ _ 367 

Sleepy body droufy body __________ 404 

She's fair and faufe that caufe my fmart_ _ - . . _ _ 411 

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-»--f.+ + +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 _ _ . _ 37? 

There came a Ghoft to Margarets door _ ______ '^74 

The noble Maxwels and their powers _ The Mufic bv Rob^Rjddd 375 

EfqT of Glenriddel _ _ 



x D i yt 


' hi re livd a. man in jonder gl-n _ This Song & Tune fc-eui to\ 

_be the original of Song N? 300 in Volume 3 d _ Tradition I _ 376 
_ _ fays Johnie Blunt lived fbmewhere in Crawford Muirs - \ 
Turn again thou fair Eli/a __________ _378 

There lived a Carl in Kellyburn braes _______ 392 

The fmiling fpring comes in rejoicing _______ 401 

The Ducks dung o'er my daddy ____ -.____ 409 

The Deil cam fiddlen thro' the Town _____ _ 412 


Up wi' the Carls of Dvfart ________ 405 

When firft my brave Johnie Lad ___ _____ 319 

What can a young Lafsie _ __ ____ __ 327 

When I was a joung lad my fortune w_s bad _ _ ' _ ._ _ 332 
Whas that at try bower door __„__ __ _ 347 

Whare live ye my bonie lafs __. __ _ _ __ 372 

Willie Wattle dwalt on Tweed _____ _ _ 389 

v\L... dear Evar.the we vsere young . _ _ _■_''_ _ 394 

Cart rins rowin to the fea _ _ _, _ 403 

Whi!<- hopelefs and almoft reduced to difpair _MT R. Mundell _ 406* 


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 M?| 

James Millar Writer in Edin r . _. f " "* 38 ' 
Ye'watchfull guardians of the Fair _ Ramfay _ _ _ ■* _. 302 

, As the authentic Profe hiftory of the Whiftle is curious, we fhall here 
fubjoin it. _ In the train of Anne, Princefs of Denmark, when fhe came to Scot- 
-land with her hufband, James the Sixth, there came over alfo a Danifh gentle- 
-man of gigantic Stature and great prowefs,and a mat chiefs 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, 
evexy 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 prowefs, 
or elfe of acknowledging their inferiority. -After many overthrows on the 
part of the Scots the Dane was encountered by Sir Robert Lowrie of Max- 
-welton, anceftor to the prefent Sir Robert, who after three days & nights 
Claret- fhed, left the fcandinavian dead-drunk,"And blew on the Whiftle 

his requiem thrill'.' Sir Walter Lowrie, fon to Sir Robert before menti- 

-oned, afterwards loft the Whiftle to Walter Riddel of Glenriddel, who 

had. married the fifter of Sir Walter. On Friday, the Sixteenth of 

October 1790, the Whiftle was once more contended for, as related in 
the Ballad, by the prefent Sir Robert Lowrieof Maxwelton; Rob. Riddel 
Efqf of Glenriddel, lineal defcendant and reprefentatiye of Walter Riddel 
who won the Whiftle, and in whofe Family it had continued; and Alex F 
rergafon EfqT of Craigdarroch, likewife defcended of the great Sir 
i'obcrt, which laft gentleman carried off the hard-won honors of .the 
Kiel). _-__________________-_-_---— 


AT the time the Editor publifhed the 4. Volume of this Work, he had 
-every reafon to belieTe that five Volumes would be fufficient to con 
-tain all thofe Scots Songs the merit of which called for publication; But, 
owing to the exertions of the late celebrated Scottifh Bard, the Work has 
been enlarged far beyond what was originally expected. To attempt to 
defcribe the tafte and abilities of Mr. Burns in his Native Poetry, would 
be abfurd. The Public are in pofsefsion of his productions which loudly 

proclaim his merit. To him ia the prefent Collection indebted for al- 

-mpft all of thefe excellent pieces which it contains. He has not only 
enriched it with a variety of beautiful and original Songs compofed by 
himfelf , but his zeal for the fuccefs of the Scots Mufical Mufeum promp 
-ted him to collect and write out accurate Copies of many others in 

their genuine fimplicity Prior to his deceafe, he furnifhed the Editor 

with a number, in addition to thofe already publifhed, greater than can 

be included in one Volume To withhold thefe from the public eye, would 

be moft improper. And the Editor therefore at the folicitation of many 
of the SubfcriberSjhas agreed to publifh them in a Sixth Volume, which 
moft certainly will conclude the prefent work. As thefe however will 
not fill up a Volume, the Editor means to infert a number of tunes adap- 
-ted to the Flute, which he is confident many of the Subscribers will ap- 

-prove of. Thofe Ladies who Sing and perform upon the Piano Forte, 
fhall be furnifhed with the Songs and Mufic for their ufe, at a reduced 
price, upon application to the Editor. 

To fhew the Public with what extreme anxiety Mr. Burns wifhed for 
the fuccefs of this Work, the Editor cannot refrain from inferting an 
Extract of a letter which he received from that admirable Poet a few 
weeks before his death — In this letter tho' written under the prefsure 
of affliction, are alone feen the fervent fentiment and poetical language 
of Burns. The original the Editor will chearfully fliew to his fubfcribers 

"How are you, my Dear Friend? and how comes on your Fifth Volume? 
"You may probably think that for fome time paft I have neglected you & 
"your work; but, alas, the hand of pain, and forrow, and care has thefe 
"many months lain heavy on me! Perfonal and domeftic affliction have 
"almoft entirely banifhed that alacrity and life with which I ufed to woo 

"the rural Mufe of Scotia. In the mean time, let us finiflh whatwehave 

"fo well begun. The gentleman, Mr. L s, a particular friend of mine, 

''will bring out any proofs (if they are ready^ or any mefsage you may 

"have. "Farewell 

"You fhould have had this when Mr. L__s called on you, but his faddle- 

"bagg mifcarried. I am extremely anxious for your work, as indeed I 

"am for every thing concerning you and your welfare, _ . . _ . _ 

"Many a merry meeting this Publication has given us, and pofsibfy it may 

give us more, though alas! I- fear /it This protracting, flow, confuming 

"illnefs which hangs over me, will, I doubt much, my ever dear friend, 
"arreft my fun before he has well reached his middle carreer, and will 



'urn over the Poet to far other and more important concerns then ft u- 

dying the brilliancy of Wit, or the pathos of fentiment. However, 

"flof.e is the cordial of the human heart, and I endeavour to cherifh it 
"as well as I can Let me hear from you as foon as convenient. 

Your work is a great one; and though, now that it is near finifhed, I 
"fee if we were to begin again, two or three things that might be mend- 
"cd, yet I will venture to prophefy that to future ages your Publication 
'will be the text book and ftandard of Scotifh Song and Mufic. 
" - . _ _ _ _ -"Yours ever _ _ _ R. BURNS'/ 

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Note. The Songs in the four preceding Volumes marked B. R.X. 
and Z. and the Authors names, cannot be inferted in this Index, as the 
Editor does not know the names of thofe Gentlemen who have favoured 
the Public and him with their Productions. There are a number marked 
B.and R. which the Editor is certain are Burns's compofition. 

Index to Volume Fifth. 

F.'rft line of each Song. Page 

* S I ftood by yon rooflefs tower_ _ _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ 418 

/V Auld Rob the laird o' muckle land ______ _ 420 

A friend o' mine came here yeftreen _ _____ __ 422 

As S>lvia in a foreft lay ___ _ _ _ __ _____ 44l 

Aften hae 1 play'd at the cards and the dice _______ 474 

About ane bank with balmy bewis _____ ____ 478 

As I came o'er the Cairny mount _____ _ ___ _480 

A Laddie and a Lafsie ______------- 488 

Altho' my back be at the w a ' _ _ _ _ _ _ - - - - - 494 

As. 1 came in by Achindown ___ _ _ _ ___ _ 5o2 

And a' that e'er my Jenny had ____ ______ 512 

Ance mair I hail thee thou gloomy December _____ 515 

Bleft are the mortals above all _ _ _ _ by Mr. A. M. _ _ _ 453 

Bannocks o' bear meal ________-_-- 489 

But lately feen in gladfome green _ _ _ Burns _ _ _ - 501 

Com in thro' the rye, poor body ____ _ _ - __- 430 

Could aught of fong declare my pain _ _ Burns _ _ _ _ 509 


Fu' fain wad I be Jamie's lafs _____ _____ 478 

For weel he kend the way o _-'_-- - _ _ - -- 505 


Gin a body meet a body ____ __ ______ 431 

Gat ye me, O gat ye me _ - - _- - ____ - 442 

Good morrow fair miftrefs ______----- 50_. 


Here's a health to them that's awa _ - ______ 425 

T V 

1 N D E X . 

Had T the wyte, had T the w} te _ _ _ Bu^ns _ _ _ _ Page _ 427 

How often my heart has by love been oerthrown _____ _ 482 

Hee balou my fweet wee Donald __________ 486 

Here's to thy health my bonie lafis ______ ____511 

In Scotland there livd a humble beggar _______ _ 435 

I coft a ftane o' hafiock woo ___ ________ 449 

Its up wi" the Souters o' Selkirk _ ________ 450 

In lovely Auguft laft _____________ 457 

I'll ay ca' in by yon town _ ________ _ 470 

Its whifper'd in parlour _.__ _______ _ 474 

I chanc'd to meet an airy blade _ _ _____ _ - 504 

It was a* for Our rightfu' king __ ________ 513 

I-ouis what reck I by thee _____ Burns ______ 42 7 


My heart is fair, I dare na tell _ _ _ Burns ______ 448 

My dear and only love I pray ____ _ ___ _ 46*4 

My father has forty good Shillings ________ 465 

My bonny Li?ae Baiilie ________ __ _ 469 


Now nature hangs her mantle green _ _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ _ 417 

O my loves like a red, red rofe - _ _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ _ 4l5 

O an ye ware dead g-udeman _________ _42l 

O I forbid you, maidens a'_ ___- _ _ __ __ 423 

Out over the Forth, I look to the North ______ 434 

Our young lady's a hunting gane _________ 437 

O weel may the boatie row ___ _ _ __ _ __ _438 

O can ve few Cufhions _____ __ ___ _ _ 456 

O Waly,WaIy, up yon bank _ _ _ 2^ Sett _____ _ 458 

O fad and heavy fhould T part - _ _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ 461 

Our goodman came hame at e en _ . _ _ _ _ _ _ _466 

O keep ye weel frae Sir John Malcolm _ _ _ 468 

O wat ye wha's in yon town _ Burns _____ 471 

O May thy morn was ne'er fae fweet _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ 477 

O Lovely Poiij Stewart ____________ 485 

Our auld king Coul was a jolly auld foul _ _ , _ _ _ 486 

O for my ain king, quo gude Wallace ___ _____ 498 

O dear what can the matter be____ ______ 5lO 

Ohl I am come to the low countrie _ _ - _ __ _ _5l4 

Put the gown upon the Bifhop ________„ _ _ 462 

Powers celeftial, whofe protection _________ 473 

Robin is my only joe _____________ 492 


Sweet Nymph of my devotion - - -- -- - - - - - 419 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot _ _ ___ ___ 426 

Saw ye my wee thing _____________ 454 

Sae flaxen were her ringlets _ _ _ Burns ______ 458 


E X. 

Slow fpreade the gloom my foul defires _ _ Burns _ _ Page _ 516 

The lovely lafs of Invernefs _____ Burns - _ 414 

The robin came to the wrens neft _________ 419 

The auld man he came over the lea ____ _ _ «,_ 429 

The Duke of Gordon has thiee daughters- _ _ _ _ _ 431 

Twas on a Monday morning _______ ___ 440 

The mailman comes on Monanday _____ _ _ _„ 445 

The auld wife beyond, the fire ______ ____ 446 

There was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow _ _ _ _ 450 

Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, __ _____ _ _ __ 452 

There's three true fellows _______ __ _ _, _ 454 

There's fouth of braw Jockies and Jennys ______ 46*2 

The bonnieft lad that e'er I faw _________ 484 

There was a filly Shepherds fwain _______ 490 

The Maids gane to the mill by night _ _ _ _ _ __494 

The King fits in Dumfermline toune _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _496 

The Wren foho lyes in care's bed __ _ _ ____ 497 

The auld mans mares dead ____ __ ____ 500 

There was a wee bit wiffikie _.__ _ _ _ ___ 506 

There grows a bonie brier bufh _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 508 

Wantonnefs for ever mair ____ _ __ ____ 435 

We'll hide the Couper behind the door ________ 442 

Wha is that at my chamber door ____ _____ 444 

Will yc go to the Highlands Leezie Lindfay ______ 446 

When Januar wind was blawing ___ _ _ ■' - _ _ _ ._ 460 

Wap and row, wap and row __________ 470 

Will y_ go and marry Katie _____ _ ___ 472 

Wherefore fighing art thou Phillis ____ ____ 473 

What think ye o the fcornfu' quine _______ 476 

Wilt thou be my Dearie _____ Burns _ 484 

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my ee_ ____ - 490 

We'll put the fheep head in the pat ________ 493 


Young Jamie pride of a' the plain 433 

Entered in Stationers Hall. 



r T , HE Editor now presents to the Public the Sixth Volume of the 
Scots Musical Museum; which in all probability will be the last. 

The6<s Volumes contain every Scotish Air and Song, which the ex- 
ertions of the Editor, and those of his friends and numerous correc- 
-pondents, have been able to procure during a period of sixteen years. 
He is therefore inclined to think that the Scots Musical Museum now 
contains almost every Scotish Song extant. However, as he wishes to 
make it as complete as possible, he will spare no pains in endeavour- 
-ing to procure any which may hitherto have escaped his research; and 
if successful, they will be published at some future period . 

Without wishing to over rate this publication, the Editor may be 
permitted to observe, that it unquestionably contains the greatest Col- 
lection of Scotish Vocal Music ever published, including many excel- 
lent Songs written for it by BURNS; He therefore flatters himself 
with the hope that the prediction of our celebrated BARD respecting 
it will be verified; and that To future ages the Scots Musical Museum 
"will be the Text Book and Standard of Scotish Song and Music!'*- 

* See extract from BURNS S Letter in the Preface to Volume 6. 

Edin* June 4*! 1 1803. 

Entered in Stationers Hall. 


T N D E X. 

Nota, The Songs in the O preceding Volumes marked R.and B. the 

Editor is no* at liberty to say are the production of Mr. BURNS The 

Originals of Mr. BURNS .S writing are in his possession They were 

written tor this work, but being often sent the Editor on the fepur of the 
moment, Mr. BURNS requested these marks only, and not his name fhould 
be added to them. 

First line of each Song. Authors ^ a g ft 

As I went oVr the highland hills _ . _ ____••. _ _ 525 

\b walking forth to view the plain _ ■ _ _ _ .. . _ ■ _ l _ 526 
*_e day a braw wooer _ _ .._ _ _ Burns _ _ _ 538 

Ah Mary sweetest maid farewell ___________ 546 

Anna thy charms my bosom fire _ _ Burns _ . _ 547 

A cogie of ale and a pickle ate meal _ _ Sherrifs Music by M^Into_h564 
As I was w-ilking by yon river side _ _ _ _ _ - . _ . ^66 

Argyll is ay name _ ' - _. , B3 J. Duke of Argyll . _ _ 573 

An* I'll awa to -bonny Tweed -side _ . ' __.-..__ 5c}0 

As I lay on Bay bed on a night - _ _ 601 

A Soldier for gallant achievements renoun'd j. . '. 603 

Adieu! a heart warm, fond adieu - - Burns _____ 620 


Behind yon hills where uvlets row, _ •_ Burns _■___■ 600 

Bright the moon aboon yon mountain _ Hamilton _ _ 612 


Come under my plaidy _ _ _ ■ _■ _ . Macneil, Esq* _ _ 550 

Come follow, follow ' _ _ _ ___,___,. $52 

Chanticleer, wi' noisy whistle- _ Music by S.Clarke .. _ _5C8 

Cauld is the e'enin blast _____ Burns _ _ _ _ - _ 603 


Docs haughty Gaul invasion threat -Burns, Music by S.Clarke.- _ 565 


Ifrae Dunibier as 1 cam thiough ______ _ _ _ - 52fl 

Karewell ye fields an meadows gicen _ _ Hamilton _ 597 


Go to Berwick Johnny . _ . - Hamilton _ - _ .- 534 

Gudeen to you kimmer . _ Burns _ . . 540 

Gently blaw yi eastern bree.'os _ - 5ol 

Go plaintive sound .._._______- - 595 

• H 

Have ye any pots or pans ___________ 536 

Heyl my kitten my kitten .__- _______ 577 

How sweet is the scene at the dawning o' morning Gall _ _ 586 

How sweet this lone vale ._._.. A. Erskine, EsqV . _ 588 

Hard is the fate of him who loves _ - Thomson - 610 


I N D E X. 

r t^ 

in Brechin did a wabster dwell _____..__ 541 

I am a young bachelor winsome __.-_.___. _ 556. 

In yon garden fine an gay __..-..-______ . 582 

Jockey's taen the parting kiss _ Burns _ _ _ .. 589 

1 care na for your een sae blue _ Hamilton . _ _ _ - 619 


Lord Thomas and, fair Annet _ _ _ .. _ _ ' .. __._'. 553 
Little wat ye wha's coming- _ _ . L .. .1 .. 591 

Liv'd ance two lovers in yon dale _ _ _ _ ._'.___ 616 

, . M 

My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, - . - Burns - _ _ . _ .517 

My Daddy left me gear enough _ _ _ _ _ ___ 542 

My Lady's gown there's gairs upon't _ _ Burns- _ - 573 

My Jeany and I have toil'd ___________ 590 


Now bank and brae are claith'd in green _ _ _ _____ 537- 

No Churchman am 1 for to rail and to write _ Burns - 606 


O steer her up and had her gaun _.____.__ 520 

O Cherub Content _ _ _ _ _ " _■ _ Campbell _ . . _ 526 

O Bothwell bank thou bloomest fair- Music by J. Fergus- '_ - 529 
O a) ny wife she dang me _ _ _ _ _ Burn:. .._.__ 549 

tell me my bonny young lassie- - _!, Fsq!^ . _ 558 

O Mary turn awa that bonny face _ . _ Gall . _ _ - 560 

O gude ale comes ___.__.__ Burns _ 56 1 

O where- and O where does your highland iaddie» dwell _ _ _ ^566 
O once I lov'd a bonnie lass _•_._.. Burns - _ _ . 57C 

O dinna think bonnie lassie- ____.__•. . _ 574 

O gin I were fairly shot o' her _________ .5/6 

O ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten . Burns . _ _ _ .585 
O leave novels, ye Mauchlin belles _ . _ Burns _ 592 

O fay thy loof in mine lass _ Burns _'=__'_ . 593 

O heard ye of a silly Harper _______ __ 598 

O turn away those cruel eyes . _ 604 

O Mary y f-'s be clad in silk _ Music by Miss G. C. _ - 605 

that I had ne'er been married _ Burns _ _ 613 

O gin my love were yon red rose _ _ _ _ .,,. _ 614 

Mally's meek, Mally's sweet _ _ Burns - . - 617 


Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap _ DT Couper _ -'.-_. 519 

Row saftly thou stream _ . .. _ _Gall . .524 

Robin shure in hairst _ _ _ _ _ Bums .. _ - _ . 562 

Return han.eward my heart again _ _ . . _ . - 572 


I N D E X . 

$ Authors Pag 

.Scenes of woe and seines of pleasure _ _ Burns _ th£ Music by ( 533 

A.Masterton j 

•Stern winter has left us _ .._.____._..'..__ 544 
Sweetest May let love inspire thee - - Burns _ _ .... _ 578 

Sure my Jean is beauty s blossom _ _ . Gall- _ _ _ 587 

Saw ye the Thane o' meikle pride . •_ _ Mackenzie, EsqF - - _ 594 
"Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled . - ... Burns _ _ _ 596 


Tho' for seven years and mair _ ._ Ramsay - - _ - - 522 

Twas summer and softly the breezes - _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 532 

Twas at the chining midday hour ._ Ramsay- _ 534 

The Queen o' the Lothicn* ca* c.uisin to Fife - _ 539 

Thy- cheek is o* the roses hue _ _ Gall _. _ _ 548 

'Twas at the silent solemn hour •_ _ Mallet _ Music by 1 

S.Clarke] " 554 
The sun in the west . _ _ _ '_, _ Gall _ _ _ _ •_ _ 557 

There was a wife wonncf in Cockpen - - Burns _ 558 

'Tis nae very lang sinsyne - '. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 569 

The nymphs and shepherds are met on the green _ - - - _ 5/1 
There was a noble lady ______ _________ 582 

The rain rins down thro' Merry-land toune _-___.- - 602 
There was a bonie lass _ _■ _ - _ - Burns _ 606 

There news lasses news _ _ - Burns _ _ .. _ _ 609 

Tell me Jessy tell me - - - _ - Hamilton _ _ _ _ 618 

The night is my departing night ______ _ _ _ 620 


Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy- _ Macniel.Esq? ... _ _ 51 8 

When I gaed to the mill my lane - •- _-' _ _, — . _. - _ 521 

Whar* Esk its silver current leads _ .. Carey _ _ . . _ _ _ 522 

Wee Willie Gray L ,-,,-," -. _ - - _ - Burns _ _ _ _ .. 530 

When the days they are lang _ _ - _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 53 O 

Willys rare and Willys fair ______...____. 542 

Wha wadna be in love wi* bonny Maggy Lauder _____ . 562 

When 1 think on my lad _ ___--_ _ 570 


You ask me (harming fair ____..____.-_..._ 584 

Ye Muses nine, O lend your aid_ _ _ _ _ _ ___ _ _6IL 

You sing of our goodman frae hame _ _ _ - ._ _ ^ _ 614 

My Veggjs face, 
Written for this Work by Robert Burns. 




My Peggy's face, n,y Peggy's form, The froff of hermit 





•< aire mieht warm: Mv Pees 



age might warm; My Peggy's worth, my Peg_gys mind, Might 

charm the fir ft of human kind. I Jove my Peg-gys angel 

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^^^^^ pfr-r^ 

face fo truly heavnly fair, Her na _ tive grace f'o 




void cf art, But I 

. _dorf>,my Peg-gys heart 





The Iilys hue, the rofe's die, 
The kindling luftre of an eye; 
Who but owns their magic fway, 
Who but knows the}- all decay i 
The tender thrili, the pitting tear, 
The generous purpofe nobly dear, 
The gentle look that Rage difarms, 
Thefe are all Immortal charms. 

Dear M! Publisher, 

I hope againft I return, you will be able to tell me 

from Mr. CLARKE if thefe words will fiiit the tune. _ If the)- dont fuit, 

I muft think on fome other Air; aa I have a very ftrong private reafon 

for wifhing. them in the 2. Volume. Dont forget to tranfcribe me the 

lift of the Antiquarian Mufic. Farewell 

1 R. BURNS. 



My boy Tammy. 

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Whar hae ye been a day, my boy Tammy v*har hae ye been a* day 

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<^ my bi j- Tammy. I ve been by burn and flowry brae meadow grttn and 











mountain grey courting o' this young thing juft come frae her mammy. 




And whar gat ye that young thing my hey Tammy 1 

I gat her down in yonder how, 

Smiling on a broomy kno*, 

Herding as wee Lamb and Ewe for her poor Mammy. 

• What faid yc to the bonny bairn my boy Tam/ny? 
1 pr-):Vd her sen fae lovely blue, 

Her dimpled ch^ek, and cherry mou; 

I pree'd it aft as ye may true _She faid, fhe'd tell her Mammy. 

I held her to my beating heart M my young my fmiling Lam my. 

"I hae a houfe_it coft me dear, 

"I've walth o' plenifhan and geer; 

"Ye'fe get it a' war't ten times mair, gin ye will leave your Mammy. 

The fmile gade aff her bonny face —""I manna leave my Mammy. 
".She's ge'en me meat; fhe's gc-en me claife; 

.She's been my comfort a' my days _ 
"My Fathers death brought mony wae s _I canna leave my Mammy. 

"We'll tak her hame and mak her fain, my ain kind hearted Lammy. 
"We'll gee her meat; we'll gee her claife, 

"We'll be her comfort a' her days'; 

The wee thing piW her hand and fa>-s "There! gang and afk my Mamr 

Has fhe been to Kirk wi' thee my boy Tammy? 
S'J.e hna been to Kirk wi' me. 

And the tear was in her ee, ; 

Kut OhI fhe's but a yorng th'ng -jult come frae her Mamim ■'. 

Red gleams the fan. 







^5Qr3-\*^ Hed gleams the fun on yon hill tap the dew fits 





J^ on th< 





n the gowan; Deep murmurs thro her glens the Spey, A_ 





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_ round Kin_ra_ra rowan, Where art thou faireft, kind eft 

— J-J-ltt 



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iafs! A _ las wert thou but near mi, Thy gen _ tie 

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foul, thy mel _ tin^ eye would ever ever cheer me 




The La\TOck lings air^np the clouds, 

The Lambs they fport fo cheery, 
And I fit weeping by the bi^k; 

O where art thou my dearie. 
Aft may.T meet the morning dew; 

Lang greet till I be weary 
Thou canna, winna, gentle maidi 

Thou c na be mv deary. 


O fteer her up and had her gaun. 

Y/iitten for this Work by Robert Burn.s. 


^>04 ^ ^ fteer her up and had her gaun, her mithers 

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at the mill, JO} An gin fhe tak a man E'en 


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let her tak her will, jo. Firft fhore hei- wi' 



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kind _ ly kifs and ca' anither gill, jo; An gin fhe tak the 




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thing a _ mifs E'en let her ftyte her fill, jo. 

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O fteer her up and be na blate, 

An' gin fhe tak it ill, jo. 
Then lea'e the lafsie till her fate, 

And time nae langer fpill, jo: 
Ne'er break your heart for ay rcbufc, 

But think upon it ftill,jo, 
That gin the lafsie winnst do't, 

Ye'll fin anither will,jo. 

When I gaed to the mill. 





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i30^3"V'*' When I gaed to the mill my lane, A for to grind mj. 




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was naf 


What tho' the lad _ die kift 

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!«< me When T was at the 

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mill, A kifs is but a 





touch and a touch can do nae ill 

g J - i e> r r c'U/J 1 " 

O T loo the miller laddie! 

And mj laddie foes me; 

He has fie a blyth look, 

And a bonnie blinking ee. 

What though the laddie kift me, 

When I was at the milll 

A kifs is but a touch 

And a touch can do nae ill. 


Whar' Esk its silver stream 

C)06"K ♦ Whar' Esk its silver current leads 'mang greenwoods gay wj 





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mony a flower 1 hied me aft to dewy meads in hup .py dav& and 


built my bower. I call'd upon the birds to sing An nestle in ilk 

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fragrant flower, While in the livry of the spring I deckd my sweeten 






chanted bowr. 


Twas there T found ah! happy time, 
The sweetest flower, and sic a flower 
I crop't it in its virgin prime 
To deck my sweet, my shady bower 
But soon the blast houl'd in the air 
That robb'd uie of this matchless flower 
An* sorrow since and mony a caic- 
Ha'e stript and withered a' n:y bower. 

Tho' for seven years. 


v507"VX Tho' for seven years and mair honour shoud reave me, 




Moderately Slow 





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*' To fields where cannons rairthou need na grieve thee; lor deep in i.\ 

^p I I r h-j 


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re indented. And love shrill preserve r.v whal 

ove has 

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imprinted, Leave thee leave thee I'll never Ica^e thee gang thi 


war Id 

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all dear _ est be _ lieve 




O Johnyi I'm jealous whene'er ^e discover 
My sentiments yielding, yell turn a loo^e rovei ; 
And nought i' the warld wad vex try heart sairer . 
If you prove unconstant, and fancy ane fairer. 
Grieve me, grieve me, oh it wad grieve mei 
A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me. 

My Nelly, let never sick fancies oppress ye, 
for while my bloods warm I'll kindly caress ye: 
Your blooming sfcft beauties first beeted Love's fire, 
Your virtue and wit make it ay flame the higher, 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, 
Gang the warld as it will , dearest, believe me. 


Then, Johny, I frankly this minute allow ye 
To think me your mistress, for love gars me trow ye; 
And gin _\ ou prove fa' ye'rsell be it said then; 
Ye'U win but sma honour to wrang a kind maiden. 
Heave me, reave me, Heav'nsi it wad reave me 
Of my reot night and day, if _>e deceive me. 


Bid iceshogles hammer red gads on the stud dy, 
And lair simmer mornings nae mair appear ruddy; 
Bid Britons think ae gait, and when they obey }e, 
But never till that time believe I'll betray ye. 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee; 
'I he starns shall gang withtrshins e'er T deceive thee. 


Row faftly, thou ftream, 








(308 A* ^ 0< * B *™$* t^ou ftream.thro the wild fpangl'd valley, O green be thy 









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banks e_vc-r bonny an fair| Sing fweetly ye birds as ye wanton iu gaily yet 

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rangers to forrow an ftrangers to care. The weary day lang T lift to you 

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'*^ fang, An wafte ilka moment fad cheerlefs alane; Each fWeet little treafure o' 

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heart-cheering pleafure, Far fled frae my bofom wi' Captain O'Kaine 





Fu' aft on thy banks ha'e we pud the wild gowan, 
An twifted a ringlet beneath the haw thorn! 
Ah! then each fond moment wi' pleafure was giowin. 
Sweet days o' delight which can never return! 

Now ever, waes me! 

The tear fills mine e'e! 
An fair is my heart wi' the rigour o pain! 

Nae profpect returning 

To gladden life's morning, 
For green waves the willow o'er Captain O Kaine. 

As I went o'er 8Cc . 


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As I went oer the highland hills to a farmers house T came The 


A little Slow 





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night being dark and something wet,, T venture! mto the same. W,ner 

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I was kind _ly treated and a pret ~ty maid I spyd, Who 




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kd me if T had a wile but marriage I de - nyd 

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r courted her the lea long night, 
Till near the dawning day 
When frankly she to me did say, 
Alan^ with you Fll gae; 
For Ireland is a fine country, 
An the Scots to you are kin, 
So I will gae alang with you, 
My fortune to begin. 

Day being come, an breakfast o'er. 

To parlour I was ta'en, 

The goodman kindly ask'd me, 

If I'd marry his daughter Jean; 

Five hundred marks Fll give to thee, 

Besides a piece of land. 

But scarcely had he spoke the word, 

Till I thought on Peggy Bawn. 

Your offer Sir! is very gor>d v 
An I thanlt you too: said I, 
But I cannot be your son in law, 
I'll tell you the reason why; 
My business caileth me in haste 
I'm th*? King's servant bound, 
An I must gae awa\ this day, 
Straight on, to Edinburgh tewn. 

01 Peggy Bawn thou ait my own, 
My heart lys in thy breast, 
An' tho' we at a distance aie. 
Yet still I love thee best; 
Altho' we at a distance be. 
An* seas between us roar. 
Yet I'll be constant, Peggy Ban,*, 
To thee, for ever more. 


O Cherub Content, 

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^lO^'* ® Cherub content at thy mofs covercl fhrine I would all the 

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gay hopes of my bo_fom re-fign. I would part with am-bition thy 






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-s*" vot.ry to be And breathe not a vow but to friendship and thee. 

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But thy prefence appears from my purluit to fly, 
Like the gold colour'd cloud on the verge of the fky; 
No luftre that hangs on the green willow tree 
Is fb fhort as the finite of thy favour to me . 

In the pulie of my- heart I have nourifhd a care 
That forbids me thy fweet inspiration to fhare; 
The noon- of my youth flow departing I fee; 
But its years as they pafs bring no tidings of thee. 

Cherub contentl at thy- roofs -covpr'd fhrine 

. I would offer my vows if Matilda vere mine; 
Could I call her my own whom enrapturd I fee, 

1 would breathe not a vow but to friend fhip and thee. 

As walking forth. 




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{*^ ed In raiment fair; now_ ev'ry thing the rage of winter fcor _ f ied. 








I caft mine eye, and did efpy A youth who made great cla_mor; And 


drawing nigh L heard him cry, Ah! omnia vin _ cit a mdr 

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Upon his breaft he lay along, 

Hard by a murm'ring river, 
And mournfully his doleful fong 

With figts he did deliver; 
Ahi Jeany'e face has comely grace, 

Her locks that fhine like lammer, 
With burning raj-s have cut my days; 

For omnia vincit amor. 

Her glancy een like comets fheen, 

The morning-fun outfhining, 
Have caught my heart in Cupids net, 

And make me die with pining. 
Durft I complain, nature's to blame, 

So curious^'to frame her, 
Whofe beauties rare make me with care 

Cry, omnia vincit amor. 

Ye cryftal ftreams that fwiftly glide, 

Be partners of my mourning. 
Ye fragrant fields and meadows wild, 

Condemn her for her fcorning: 
Let every tree a witnefs be, 

How juftly I may blame her; 
Ye chanting birds, noto thefe my wordB, 

Ahi omnia vincit amor. 

Had fhe been kind an ihe was fair, 
. She long hud been admired, 
And been ador'd for virtues rare, 
VVh of life now m-Jcep me tired. 

Tflus faid, his breath began to fail 
He could not fpeak, but ftammer; 

He figh'd full fore, arid faid no more, 
But omnia vincit amor. 

When I obferv'd him near to death, 

I run in haft to fave him, 
But quickly he refign'd his breath, 

So deep the wound love gave him. 
Now for her fake this vow I'll make, . 

!vly tQflgue fhall ay defame her, 
While en his hcarferil write this verfe, 

Ah; omnia vincit amor. 

Straight I confiderd in my mind 

Upon the matter rightly, 
And found tho' Cupid he be b'ind, 

He proves in pith woCt mighty, 
for warlike Mars, and thvadVirg Jove, 

And Vulcan with his Hamraer,, 
Did ever prove the fhves r>{ ?ove 

For omnia vincit amor 

Hence we may fee tli effects of love, 

Which gods and men keep under, 
That nothing can his bonds remove, 

Or torments break afunder: 
Nor wife nor fool, need go to fchool, 

To learn this from his grammar; 
His hearts the book where hes to look. 

For omnia vincit amor. 


The Battle of Harlaw.* 





Frae Dunidier as I cam through, Doun by the hill o' Banochie, A 

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*" roys and dulesum harmonie, That e'er that dreiry day did daw, Cry- 

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_ and the Cory_noch on hie, A_las! alasl for the Harlaw. 


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I marvlit quhat the matter meint, Grit Donald of the Yles did claim, 

All folks war in a fiery fairy: Unto the lands of Ross sum richt, 

I wist nocht qua was fae or friend; And to the Governour "#■ he came, 

Zit quietly I did me carrie. Thaim for to haif gif that he micht; 

Hut sen the days of auld king Hairie, Quha saw his interest was but elicht: 

Sic slaughter was not herde nor sene. And thairfore answcrt with disdain; 

And thair I had nae tyme to tairy, He hastit hame baith day and nicht, . 

For bissiness in Aberdene. And sent nae bod ward back again. 

Thus as I walkit on the way, 

To Inverury as I went, 
I tret a man, and bad him stay. 

Requesting him to make me quaint. 
Of the beginning and the event, 

That hnppenit thair at the Harlaw; 
Then he entrited me tak tent, 

And he the truth sou Id tomechaw. 

But Donald richt impatient 

Of that answer Duke Robert gaif, 
He vowed to God omnipotent, 

All the hale lands of Ross to haif, 
Or ells be graithed in his graif. 

He wald not quat his richt for nocht. 
Nor be abusit lyk a slaif, 

That bargin sould be deirly bocht.&c. 
&c. &c. 

£ Fought upon Friday, July 24, 1411, against Donald of the Isles. 

# Robert Duke of Albany, uncle to King James I. The account of this 
hinous battle may be seen in our Scots histories. 

() Bothwell bank 


y O Bothwell bank thou bloomeft fair, Bu 

<3l3"S ° Bothwell bank thou bloomeft fair, But ah thou 

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bank thou bloomeft fair But ah thou mak'st my btart fu fair 

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Sad he left me ae dreary day. 
And hciplie now fleeps in the clay, 
Without ae figh his death to moan, 
Without ae flow'r his grave to crown. 
O whither is my lover gone, 
Alas I fear ho' 1 1 ne'er return. 
O Bothwell. bank thou bloomeft fair, 
But ah thou mak'st my heart fu f«ur. 




Wee Willie Gray. 
Written for this Work by 'R.Burns. 

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<3l4 "V* Wee WiHi e ^ ra 3'» an ' his leather wallet; Peel a willie wand, to 

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A little Lively 

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be him boots and jacket. The rofe upon th 


the breer will be him troufe an 




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doublet the rofe upon the breer will be him troufe an doublet. 




Wee Willy Gray, and his leather wallet; 
Twice a lily- flower will be him fark and cravat; 
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet, 
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet. 

When the days they are lang. 

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\3\j5 v? When the days they are lang, an' the fields they grow green, 






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Fal lal lal lal la fa la ra at Lammington ev'ry year may be 







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too Wi' lads an lafses nae that few, An Oi the fport is •■- ] 









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l~ rare to view, Fal lal lal lal la fa la ra. 




There's mony a filly come in on the fcore, Fal lalj&c- 
Wi' galloping giaith, clad ahint an' afore, Fal lal,&c. 

Our ancient Wager for to win, 

The Prize nae left than forty pun; 

To fee them is the beft o' fun, Fal lal,&c. 

The rout the town officers held at command, Fal lal,fcc. 

An' B-ijllies wi' halbe-rts weel fcour'd, in their hand, Fal lal,&c. 
To clear the courfe, the caufe was gude, 
An guide the rabble, wild an rude, 
For ilka ane on tip-tae ftood, Fal lal,&c. 

N"ow Kirkfield frae braw Lefmahago came, Fal lal,&c. 
Our filler, nae doubt, for to tak wi' him hame Fal lal fee; 

But tho* he cam wi' noife an' din, 

The beaft was unco laith to rin', 

In fhert the lad was ahin, Fal lal &c. 

An' Glentowin's horfe, he was fairly out -worn. Fal lal &c. 
That morning he gat a haill fiflet o' corn, Fal lal &c. 

His groom kept him but earelefsly; 

Tho', had he fed him foberly 

'Twas thought he wad hae won the gree, Fal lal &c. 

But Kingledore's mare, fhe brak aff at the firft, Jal lal &c. 

Sax paces an* mair afore a' the reft, Fal lal &c. 
Sha was fae fupple an fae ftout, 
She led the lave a' round about, 
An cam in firft —as fhe gade out, Fal lal &c. 

Now Glentowins horfe, he could do nae mair, Fal lal &c. 

An' Kirkfiel'a, o'er heavy to hao ony fhare, Fal lal &c. 
Sac Kingledore's brown bonny mare, 
Set aff wi' a* our dainty gear. 
An' caper'd croufly thro' the fair Fal lal &c. 


The banks of the Dee. 






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Twas fummer and foftly the brte/cs were blowing & fweetly 







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♦he nightingale- fuog from the tree- at the foot of a rock where the river was 

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flowing I ft-t myfelf down on the banks of the Dee. Flow on lovely- Dee flow on thou 
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fwett river thy banks pureft ftream fhall be dear to me ever for there T fir ft 


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*- y gaind the affectioi 

ion and favour of Jamie the glory & pride of the Dee. 




But now he s gone from me and left me thus mourning, 

To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he, 

And ah there's no hope, of his fpeedy returning, 

To wander again on the banks of the Dee. 

He's gone, haplefs >outh,o*er the loud roaring billows 

The kindeft and fweeteftof all the gay fellows, 

And left me to ftray mong'st thefe once loved willows, 

The lone! :eft maid on the banks of the Dee. 

But time and my prayers may perhaps yet reftore him, 
Bleft peace may reftore my dear fhepherd to me, 
And when he returns with fuch care I'll watch o'er him, 
He never fhall leave the fweet banks of the Dee. 
The Dee then fhall flow, all its beauties difplaying, 
The lambs on its banks fhall again be fecn playing. 
While I nith my Jamie am carelefsly ftrajirg, -s 

And tafhng again all the fwects of the Dee. 

Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure. 

Written by R. Burns. 



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( 3l_7 J^ Scenes of woe and scenes of plea _ sure, Scenes that 

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thoughts re_new; scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, 

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now a sad and" last adieu. Bon_ny ftoon, sae, sweet at 










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gloaming, Fare thee weel be _ fore I gang Bon_ny Doon whare 

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ear_ly, First I weavd the rus _ tic sang. 

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Bowers adieu I where love decoying, 
First enthrall'd this heart o' mine, 
There the saftest sweets enjoying, 
.Sweets that mem'ry ne'er shall tine-. 
Friends so near my bosom eve», 
Ye hac render'd moments dear; 
But alas! when forcd to sever, 
Then the stroke, O how severe! 

Friends, that parting tear reserve it, 
Tho tis doubly dear to me; 
Could I think I did deserve it, 
How much happier wou'd 1 be. 
Scenes of woe and Scenes of plcaMii 
Scenes that former thought renew; 
Scenes of woe and Scenes of n , 
Now a sad and last adieu! 


Go to Berwick Johnny. 

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bonnie lafsie, let her gae nae farder. Engliftj louns will twine y-e o' * the 

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*^ lovely treafure but we'll let them ken a fword wi* them we'll meafure. 

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Go to Berwick Johnny, 
An' regain jour honour 
Drive them o'er the Tweed, 
An fhaw our Scottifli banner. 
I am Rab the King, 
An* ye are Jock my brither, 
But before we lofe her, 
We'll a' there the gither. 

Twas at the Ihining mid -day hour. 

_ gan to gaunt That hunger ruggd at Wat-tys breast, And 



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poor lad grew faint. His face was like a bacon 

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ham, That lang in reek had hung and horn hard was his 







tawny hand That held the ha_ zel 



So wad the fofteft face appear 

Of the maift drefsy /park 
And fuch the hand;-: that lords wad hae. 

Were they kept clofc at wark. 
His head was like ar heather\- bufh 

Beneath his bonnet blue, 
On his braid cheek* frae lug lo lug, 

His bairdy brilties grew. 
But hunger, like a gnawing worm, 

Gade rumbling thro' his kyte, 
And nothing now but folid gear 

Could give his heart delyte. 
He to the kitchen ran with fpeed, 

To his lov'd Madge he ran, 
Sunk down into the chimney nook 

With vifage lour and wan. 
Get up, he cries, my crifhy love, 

Support my linking faal 
With fomething iha f is fit to chew,, 

Bet either Iiet or caul. 
This is the how and lummy hour, 

When the beft cures for grief 
Are cogue -fous of thy lythy kail, 

And a good junt of beef: 
Oh Watty, Watty, Madge replies, 
! I but o'er jufth- trowel 
I Youi love was thowlels and that ye 

For cakes and pudding woo'd. 
Bethink thee, Watty on that night, 

Whan all Were faft afleep, 


How ye kifsd me frae cheek to cheek 

Now leave thefc cheeks to dreep, 
How coud } e ca' my hurdies fat* 

And comfort of your fight? 
How coud ye roofe my dimpled hand, 

Now all my diuples flight? 
Why did you promife me a fhood, 

To bind my locks fie browrtf 
Why did you me fine patters height. 

Yet Jet my hofe fa'do*>ni 
O truth 'efs Watty think how ait 

I mend your farks and hofe! 
For you how many bannocks {town, 

flow many cogues of brofc. 
But hark! -the kail bell rings and 1 

Miijn gne iink aff the pot; 
Come fce,yc hafh, how fair I fweat, 

To ftegh your guts, ye fot, 
Th-=i grace was faid.the Mafter ferv'd, 

Fat Madge return'd 'gain, 
Blyth Watty raife and rax'd himfeD, 

And fidg'd he was fae fain. 
He hy'd him to the favoury bench, 

Where a warm haggles ftcod, 
And gart his gooly thro' the bag 

Let out its fat hearts blood, 
And thrice he cry 'd, come eat.dear Mac!_- 

Of *his delicious fare; 
Syne cla^v'd it aff moft cleverly, 

Till he could eat nao mair. 


Have yon any Pots or Pans, 

See another set of this Tune Vol. I s .* Page 24 

Hr) 1 1 ^fep ^ppi 

Have you any pots or pans, Or any bro_ken chandlers? I 







a tinker to my trade And new \y come frae Flanders. As 




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v'*~ grant of siller as of grace, Dis _ banded, we re a bad run; ' f^ang" 

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<i tell the lady of the place, I'm come to clout her caldron. 



Madam, if you have wark for me, 

I'M do't to your contentment, 
And dinna care a single flie 

For any mans resentment; 
For lady fair, though I appear 

To ev'ry ane a tinker, 
Yet to yoursell I'm bauld to tell, 

I am a gentle yinker. 

Love Jupiter into a swan 

Turnd for his lovely Leda; 

F-f<, like a bull oer meadows ran, 
To carry aff Europa. 

Then may not I, as well as he, 
To cheat jour Argus blinker, 

And win jour love like mighty Jove, 
Thus hide me in a tinkler. 

Sir, ye appear a cunningman, 

But this fine plot you'll fail in, ., 
For there is neither pot nor pan 

Of mine you'll drive a nail in. 
Then bind your budget on your back, 

And nails up in your apron, 
For I've a tinkler under tack 

That's us 'd to clout my caldron. 

Now bank an brae. 


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cowf-lips fweet-ly fpring by Gir_vans fai ry hann ted 



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ftream the birdies flit on wanton wing To Caffillis banks when 


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eening fa's there wi' my Ma_ry let me flee there catch her 

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il _ka glance of love the bonnie blink o' Ma_ry's ee. 

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The chield wha boafis o' warlds walth, 

Is aften laird o' meikle care; 
But Mary she is a' mine ain, 

Ah. Fortune canna gie me mairl 
Then let me range by Caffillis banks, 

Wi' her the laffie dear to me, 
And catch her ilka glance o' love, 

The bonny blink o' Mary's e'e . 



Ae day a braw wooer, 8Cc, 

By Burns. 

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Ae day a braw wooer came down the lang glen, And sair wi' his 




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love he did deave me; But I said there was naething l hated like 




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men, The deuce gae wi him to be-lieve me believe me, Th 


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deuce gae wi' _Jujn to be lieve me. 

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A weel stocket mailen himsel ot the laird, 
An bridal aff han' was the proffer, 

I never loot on, that I kencl or I card, 
But thought I might get a waur offer. 

He spake o* the darts o my bonny black een t 
An' o for my love he was diein; 

I said, he might die when he liket for Jean, 
The gude forgie me for liein'. 

But what do ye think, in a fortnight or less, 
(The diefs in his taste to gae near her) 

He*s down to the castle to black cousin Bess, 
Think how the jade I cou'd endureher. 

An a* the niest ouk as I freted wi' care, 
I gade to the tryst o' Dulgarlock; 

An* wha but my bra' fickle wooer was there, 
Wha glowr'd as if he'd seen a warlock. 


Out owre my left shouther I gie'd him a blink, 
Lest neighbour shou'd think I was saucy; 

My wooer he caperd as heel been in drink, 
An' vowel that I was a dear lassie. 

I spier 'd for my cousin, fu couthie an sweet, 

An if she'd recoverd her hearin; 
An' how my auld # shoon fitted her shachel'd feet 

Gude saf ' us how he fell a swearin. 

He begrime for gudesake that I'd be his wife, 
Or ^lse 1 wad kill him wi' sorrow; 

An' just to preserve the poor bodie in life, 
1 think I will wed him to morrow. 


# An old lover. 

To the Foregoing Tune. 

r I ^HE Queen o' the Lothians cam cruisin to Fife 
■"■ Fal de ral, lal de ral, lairo, 
To see gin a wooer wad tak her for life, 

Sing hey, fal lal de ral, lal de ral, lal de ral, 

Hej, fal lal de ral, lairo. 
She had na been lang at the brow o' the hill, Fal fee. 
Till Jockie cam down for to visit Lochnell, Sing hey, fal fee. 

He took the aunt to the neuk o' the ha, Fal &c. 

Whare naebody heard, and whare nae body saw, _ Sing hey fal fee. 
Madam, he says, I've thought on youradvice _ Fal fee. 

I wad marry your niece, but I'm fley'd she'll be nice, Sing hey fal 

Jockie, she says, the wark's done to your hand, _ Fal fee. 

I've spoke to my niece, and she's at your commarid, _ Sing hey fal &c 

But troth, Madam, I canna woo,_ Fal &c. 

For aft I hae tried it, and ay I fa' thro' _ Sing hey- fal fee. 

But,0 dear Madam, and ye wad begin _ Fal fee. 

For I'm as fley'd to do it, as it were a sin, _Sing hey- fal fee. 

Jenny cam in, and Jockie ran out, _ Fal fee. 

Madam, she says, what hae ye been about, Sing hey fal fee. 

Jenny, she says, I've been workin for you, Fal fee. 

For what do ye think, Jockie*s come here to woo, Sing hey fal fee. 

Now Jenny tak care, and dash na the lad, _ Fal fee 

For offers like him are na ay to be had, Sing hey fal fee. 

Madam, I'll tak the advice o' the wise, Fal fee. 

I ken the lad's worth, and 1 own he's a prize, Sing hey fal fee. 

Then she cries but the house, Jockie come here, Fal fee. 

Ye've neathing to do but the question to spier, Sing hey fal fee. 

The question was spier'd, and the bargain was struck, Fal fee. 

The ncebors Cam in, and wi.ih'd them gude luck, _ Sing hey fal /tc. 

Gndeen to you kimmer. 
Corrected by Burns. 


023 "V^ Gud_een to you kim . mer and how do ye do? 












Hiccup, quo' kim _ mer, The bet . ter that I'm fou, 





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we're a' nod -din at our houfe at hame. 


Kate fits i' the neuk, 

Suppin hen-broo; 
Deiltak Kate 

An' £he be na noddin tool 
We're a' noddin &c. 

Hows a wi' you, Kimmer, 
And how do ye fare? 

A pint o' the beft o't, 
And twa pints raair. 
We're a' noddin &c. 

Howe a wi you, kimmer, 

And how do ye thrive; 

How inony bairns hae ye? 

Quo' kimmer, I hae five. 
We're a* noddin & 

Are they a' Johry's? 

Ehl atweel no: 
Twa o' them were gotten 

When Johny was awa. 
We're a' noddin &c. 

Cats like milk 

And dogs like broo; 
Lads like lafses weel, 

And lafses lads too. 
We're a' noddin &c. 

In Brechin did a wabster dwell. 



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The wabster bade his mare go work, 

Quoth she, I am not able, 
For neither get I corn nor hay, 

Nor stand T in a stable; 
But hunts me, and dunts me, 

And dings me from the town, 
And fells me, and tells me, 

I am not worth my room. 

The wabster swore a bloody oath, 

And out he drew a knife, > 

Tf one word come out of thy head, 

I vow 1*11 take thy life. 
The mare ay, for fear ay, 

Fe.ll fainting to the ground, 
And gtoaningand moaning. 

Fell in a deadly swoon. 

They clipped her, and nipped her, 

They took from her the skin; 
The haunches, and the paunches. 

They quickly brought them in: 
Make haste, dame, said he, 

And wash this grease, and dry't, 
For I will hazard on ny life, 

The doctor's wife will buy't. 

They rumble! her, they tumbl*d her, 

They shot her o'er the brae: 
With rumbling, and tumbling. 

She to the ground did gat. 
But the ni^ht being cauld, 

And the r.tre wanting her skin, 
And !;irknes>: C&Q36 out o'er the land. 

And fain woud she been in. &c. 



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ony oh gin e'er he mar ryd ony 

Yestreen I made ny bed fu* brade, Or came >ou by yon meadow green, 

The night I'll make it narrow; Or saw you my sweet Willy? 

For a' the live lang winter's night, 

1 lie twin'd of my marrow. She sought him east, she sought him w68 

She sought him brad and narrow; 

O came you by yon water side, Sine in the clifting of a craig, 

Pu'd you the rose or lily; She found him drown'd in Yirrow. 


My Daddy left me 8Cc. 

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auld beam plough a nebbed staff a nutting tyne a fishirg 


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wand wi' hook and line Wi' W auld stools and 







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house a jer^kin^et scarce worth a louse an auld pat that 









wants the lug a spur_ tic and a sow_ en 




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A hempken heckle, and a mell, With an auld broken pan of brass, 

A tar-horn, and a weather's bell, With an auld sark (hat wants the arse, 

A muck-fork, and an auld peet creel, An auld-band,and a hoodling how, 
The spakes of our auld spinning wheel. I hope, my bairns, ye re a well now. 
A pair of branks,yea,and a saddle, 

With our auld brunt and broken laddie, Aft have I borne ye on try b<rk, 
A whang-bit, and a sniffle-bit; With a' this riff-raff in my p.irk; 

Chear up, my bairns, and dance a fit. And it was a* for want of gear, 

That gart me steal Mess John's gro man 

A failing-staff and a timmer spit, But now, my bairns, what ails ye now 
An auld kirn and a hole in it, For ye ha'e naigs enough to plow; 

Yarn-winnles,and a reel, And hose and shoon fit for your feet, 

A fetter -lock, a trump of steel, Chear up, my bairns,and dinna greet. 

A whistle, and a tup-horn spoon, 
With an auld pair of clouted shoon, 
A timmer spade, and a gleg shear, 
A bonnet for my bairns to wear. 

A timmer tong, a broken cradle, 
The pillions of an auld car-saddle, 
A gullie-knife and a horse-warid, 
A mitten for the left hand, 

Then with mysel I did advise, 
My daddy's gear for to compri/.e; 
Some neighbours I ca'd in to see 
What gear my daddy left to me. 
They sat three quarters of a year, 
Compri/ of my daddy's gear; 
And when fhe-y had gi'en a' their votes, 
Twas scarcely .' worth four pounds sc 


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tern winter has left us, the trees art in bloom,& cowslips & 



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gpray,\I wait for my Jocky to hail the 









Jocky Among the young lilies, my Jenny, I've stray d, 

Pinks, daisies, and woodbines T bring to my maid; 
Here's thyme sweetly smelling, and lavender gay, 
A posy to form for my Queen of the May. - 

Jenny Ah! Jocky, T fear you intend to beguile. 

When seated with Molly last night on a stile, 
You swore that you'd love her for ever and ay, 
Forgetting poor Jenny, your Queen of the May. 

Jocky Young Willy is handsome in shepherds green dress, 
He gave you these ribbons that hang at your breast, 
Besides three sweet kisses upon the new hay; 
Was that done like Jenny, the Queen of the May? 

Jenny This garland of roses no longer I pri/.e, 

Since Jocky, false hearted, his passion denies: 
Ye flowers so blooming, this instant decay, 
For Jenny's no longer the Queen of the May. 

Jocky Believe roe, dear maiden, your lover you wrong, 
Your name is for ever the theme of my song; 
From the dews of pale eve' tothe dawning of day, 
I sing but of Jenny, my Queer, of the May. 

Jenny Again, balmy comfort with transport T view, 
My fears are -all vanish'd since Jocky is true; 
Then to our blyth shepherds the news I'll convey, 
That Jenny alone youve crown'd Queen of the May. 

Jocky Come all ye young lovers, I pray you draw near, 
Avoid all suspicion, whate're may appear; 
Believe not your eyes, lest your peace they bttray. 
Then come, my dear Jenny, and nail the new May. 

Stern winter has left us. Second Sett. 



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, Dearest lad what ills betide? Ts Willie to his love un 

_ las maun break, Dearest lad what ills betide? Ts Willie to his love untrue? 

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Pledg'd the morn to be >our bride! Ah hae ye, hae ye ta'en the rue. 



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kye are drown'd my house is down my last sheep lies a neath the snaw. 

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ell na me o storm or flood or sheep a' smoor'd ayont the h'll. For 

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Willies sake I Willie lo'ed tho' poor, ye are my Willie still. 

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Ye canna thole the wind and rain. Pardon love! twas a' a snare 

Nor wander friendless far frae haine: The flocks are safe _ we needna part: 
Cheer cheer your heart some richer swain, Id forfeit, them and ten times mair, 
Will soon blot out lost Willie's name. To clasp thee, Mary, to my heart. 

I'll tak my bundle in my hand 
And wipe the dew_drap frae my ee; 
I'll wander wTye o'er the land, 
I'll venture wi' ye o'er the fea. 

Could ye wi' my feelings sport, 
Or doubt a heart sae warm and true? 
I should wish mischief on ye fort, 
But canna wish ought ill to you. 

Anna, thy Charms my bosom fire. 


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Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, 

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blinks on me, My on - ly joe and dear^ ie O. 


The birdie sings upon the thorn 
It's" sang o' joy fu* cheerie, O. 
Kejoicing in the simmer morn, 
Nae care to mak it eerie Ol 
But little kens the sangster sweet 
Aught o* the care I hae to meet, 
That gars my restles bosom beat, 
My onhy joe and dearie, Ol 

Wh;»n we war bairnies on yon brae, 
And youth was blinkin' bony Oi 
Aft we wad daff the leelang day, 
Our joys fu' sweet and monie O! 

Aft I wad chace thee o'er the lee, 
And round about the thornie tree, 
Or pu' the wild -flowers a' for thee, 
My only joe and dearie O. M 

I hae' a wish I canna tine 
'Mang a' the cares that grieve me O. 
A wish that thou weri ever mine* 
And never mair to leave me O. 
Then I wad daut thee night and day, 
Nor ither war'ly care wad hae' 
Till life's warm stream forgot to play 
My only joe and dearie Ol 

O ay my vvife she dang uie. 

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mind was bent, And fool I was I marry 'd; But never honest 







man's in_tent, As cur_ sed _ ly mis_car_ryd. 





Some sairie comfort still at last, 
When a' thir days are done, man, 

My pains o* hell on earth is past, 

I'm sure o' bliss aboon man 

O ay my wife she &c. 


Come under my plaidy. 
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dear lafsle, believe me for twa Come under my plaidy, and 












l>e down befide me I'll hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blaft that will 

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Gae wa wi' your plaidyi auld Donald gae' wa! 
'I fear na the cauld blaft, the drift, nor the fnaw. 
'Gae 'wa wi' your plaidyi I'll no lye befidc ye, 
'Yo may be my gutchard, auld Donald gae'wa. 
'I'm ga'en to meet Johnny, he's young and he's bonny, 
'He's been at Megs bridal, fou trig and fou brawl 
'O there's nane dance fae lightly, fae gracefu', fae tightly, 
'His cheeks like the new rofe, his brow's like the fnaw. 

Dear Marion let that flee ftick faft to the wa, 
Your Jocks but a gowk, ?nd has naething ava, 
The haill o' his pack he has now on his back, 
He's thretty, and I'm but threefcore and twa. 
Be frank now and kindly, I'll bufk you aye finely; 
At kirk or at market they'll few gang fae braw; 
A bein houfc to bide in, a chaife for to ride in, 
And flunkies to tend ye as aft as ye ca-. 

My father's ay tell'd me, inj mither and a', 
Ye'd mak a gude hufband, and keep me ay braw, 
It's true I loo Johnny he's gude and hes bonny, 
'But waes mel ye ken he has naething aval 
M hae little tocher, you've made a gude offer, 
'I'm now mair than twenty, my time is but fma 
iS'ae gieme, your plaidie, I'll creep in befide ye, 
I thought ye'd been aulder than threefcore and twa. 

She crap in ayont him, befide the ftane wa 
Whar Johnrry was lift'ning and heard her tell a', 
The day was appointed, his proud- heart it dunted, 
And ftrack gain ft his fide as if burftihg in twa. 
He wander'd ha me weary, the night it was dreary! 
And thowlefs, he tint his gate deep mang the fnaw, 
The Howlet was fcreaming, while Johnny ^ried. Women 
Wa'd marry auld nick if he'd keep them ay bra'. 

O the deel's in the lafsesl they gang now fae bra, 
'They'll \y down wi' auld men o' fourfcore and twa, 
r Ihe h:.ill o' their marriage, is gowd and a carriage, 
rlain low is the cauldeft blaft now that can blawl 
But lo'e them I canna nor marry I ninna 
Wi' ony daft Iafsiei tho' fair as a Queen, 
Till Jove ha'e a fhare o't, the never a hair ot 
■Shall gang in my wallet at morning or e'en!' 


Come follow, follow me. 


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hand we'll dance around, Because this place is fairy ground. 

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When mortals are at rest, 

And snoring in their nest; 

Unheed, and unespyd, 

Through key holes we do glide, 
Over tables, stools and shelves, 
We trip it with our Fair) elve.s . 

And it the house be foul, 
With platter, dish or bowl, 
Tp stairs we nimbly creep, 
And find the sluts asleep; 
Then we pinch their arms and thighs: 
None us hears, and none us spits. 

Kut it < < house be swept, 
And from uncltrannesfi kipi, 
We praise the hou.';v.Vo|d maid, 
And surely- she is paid: 
Every night before we go, 
W 7 e drop a tester in her shoe. 

Then o'er a mushrooms bead 
Oar table cloth wo spread, 
A grain of rj e or whcr»t. 

The diet that we eat; 
Pearly drops of dew we drink, 
In acorn cups filled to the brink. 

The brain of nightingales, 
With unctious fat of snails. 
Between twocockles stew'd. 
Is meat that's eas'ly chew'd, 
And brains of worms & marrow of mice 
Do make a feast that's wondrous nice. 

' The grasshopper, gnat and fly, 

Serve for our minstrelsy. 

Grace said, wc dance* a while, . 

And so the time beguile; 
But if the moon dolh hide her head, 
The glow -worm lights us home to bed. 

O'er too.') of dewy grass 

So nimbly we do paKF, 

The young r^nd tender stalk; 

Ne'er bend* where wo do valk; 
V<t in the morning mu>- be seen, 
Where we the Niflfht before have been. 


Lord Thomas and fair Annet. 

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night was come and the fun was fet, They had not talk'd their fill. 




Lord Thomas faid a word in Jeft, 
Fair Annet took it ill; * 

\ . I will never wed a wif-t 
Againft my ain friends will. 

Gif ye will never wed a wife, 
A wife will ne'er wed yee. 

Sae he is hame to tell his mither, 
An' knelcl upon his knee: 

D rede, O rede, mither, he fays, 
A gude rede gie to me. 

O fall T tak the nut-browne bride, 
And let fair Annet be? 

lie rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas, 
And let the browne bride alane, 

Left ye fould figh,and fay, Alas 
What is this we brought hame? 

No, I will tak my mithers counfel, 
And marrie me ou't o hand, 

And I will tak the nut-browne bride, 
Fair Annet may leave the land. 

Cp then rofe fair Annets father 
Twa hours or it wereday, 

And he is gane into the bower 
Wherein fair Annet lay. 

The nut-b/owne bride has gowd & gear, Rife up, rife up, fair Annet.he fays, 
Fair Annet fhe's gat nane, Put on your filken fheene, 

And the little bewtie fair Annet has, Let us gae to St Maries kirk, 
O it will foon be gane. And fee that rich wedden. 

And he has to hi3 brither gane, My maids gae to my dreffing room , 

Now, brither, rede ye me, And drefs to me my hair, 

Ai fall T marrie fhe nut : browne bride, Whair-ere ye laid a plait before, 
And let fair Annet be? . See ye lay ten times mair. 

The nut browne bride has oxen, brother, My maids , gae to my dreffing- room 
The nut-browne bride has kye, And drefs to me my fmock, 

T wad hae ye marrie the nut -browne brideThe one half is o' the hollar.d fine, 
And caft fair Annet by . The other o* needle-work. 

Her oxen may dye i' the houfe,Billie, 
And her kye into the byre, 

And I fall hae naething to myfell 
But a fat fadge by the lyre. 

And he ha* till his fiftergane: 

Now, lifter, rede .ye me, 
O fail I .marrie the nut-browne bride, 

And fet fair Annet free? 

The ho:fi; fair Annet rade upon, 
He amblit like the wind, 

Wi' filler he was fhod before, 
Wi' burning gowd behind. 

Four-nnd -twenty filler bells 
Were a tivid till his mane, 

Wi yae tifi. o' the norland wind, 
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Four-and-twenty gay gude knights 

Rade by fair Annets fide, 
And four and twenty fair ladies. 

As gin fhe had bin a bride. 

And whan fhe cam to Maries kirke, 

She fat on Maries ftean, 
The cleading that fair Annet had on 

It fkinkled in their een. 

And whan fhe cam into the kirke, 
She fkimmer'd like the fun, 

The belt that was aboute her waift 
Was a' wi' pearles bedone. 

She fat her by the nut-browne bride, 
And her een they wer fae clear, 

Lord Thomas he clear forgat the bride, 
When fair Annet drew near. 

He had a rofe into his hand, 

He gae it kisfes three, 
And reaching by the nut-browne bride, 

Laid it on fair Annets knee. 

Up then fpak the nut browne bride, 

She fpak wi' meikle fpite, 
And whair gat ye that rofe-water 

That does mak yee fae white? 

O I did get the rofe-water 

Whair ye wull neir get nane, 

for I did get that very rofe-water 
Into my mither's wame. 

The bride fhe drew a long bodkin 

Frae out her gay head-gear, 
And ftrake fair Annet Unto the heart, 

That word fpak never mair. 

Lord Thomas faw fair Annet wax pale, 
And marvelit what mote bee, 

But whan he faw her dear hearts blude, 
A wood wroth wexed hee. 

He drew his dagger that was fae fharp. 
That was fae Tharp and meet, 

And drave it in to the nut broune brido, 
That fell deid at his feit. 

Now ftay for me, dear Annet, he faid, 

Now ftay, my dear, he cryd; 
Then ftrake the dagger until his heart, 

And fell deid by hir fide . 

Lord Thomas was buryd without kirk-wa', 
Fair Annet within the quiere; 

And o* the tane thair grew a birk, 
The other a bonny briere. 

And ay they grew, and ay they threw, 
As they wad faine be neare, 

And by this ye may ken right weil, 
They wer twa luvers deare. 

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So Ihall the fairtft face appear ' Why did you fay my lips was fweet, 

When youth and years are flown; "And made the fcarlet pale? 

Such is the robe that King* muft wear "And why did I, young witlc-fs maid! 

When Death has reft their crown. "Believe the flattering tale? 

Her bloom was like the fpringing flow'r "That face, alns! no more is fair. 

That fips the filver dew; "Thofe lips no longer red: 

The rofe was budded in her cheek, "Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death. 

Jult op'ning to the view. "And every charm is fled. 

But love had.Iike a canker_worm, 

Confumd fcer early prime. 

The rod grew pale, and left her cheek; 

She dy'd before her time. 
Awake! fhe cry 'd, "thy true love calls, 
Come from her midnight grave; 

"Now let thy pity hear the maid 
Thy love refus'd to fave. 

This is the dumb and dreary hour 
When injur d ghofts complain, 
"When yawning graves give up their dead 
"To haunt the faithlefs fwain, 
"Bethink thee, William! of thy fault, 
Thy pledge and broken oath, 
And give me back my maiden vow, 
And give me back my troth. 

Why did you promife iovc- to me, 
And not that promife keep? 
Why did you fwear my eyes wfre bright, 
Yet leave thofe eves to weep? 
How could you fay my face was fair, 
'And yet that face forfake? 
How could you win my virgin heart, 
Yet leave that heart to break. 

The hungry worm my fifter is; 
"This winding fheet I wear; 
"And cold and weary lafts our night, 
"Till that laft morn appear, ^hence; 
"But, hark! the cock has warn'd me - 
"A long and late adieu! 
"Come fee,falfe man; how low r fhe lies 
"Who dy'd for love of you' 

The lark fung loud,the morning fmil'd 

With beams of rofy red; 

Pale William quak'd in every limb, 

And raving left his bed. 

He hy'd him to the fatal place 

Where Margrets body lay, (turf 

And ftretch'd him on the green grafs - 

That wrappd her breathlefs clay. 

And thrice he call'd on Margrets nam< 
And thrice he wept full fore, 
Then laid his cheek to her cold grave 
And word fpoke never more . 
Such be the fate of vows unpaid. 
And pledge of sacred love!" 
Tho' they may tempt the yielding mat'! 
They're register d above! 


What ails the lafses at me. 


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(y outfight and infight and credit, And frae ony eelift I'm 

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weel enough boarded and bedded, What ails a' the lafses at me 


My bnghts of good itore are no fcanty, O, if 1 kend how but to gain th in. 

My hyrta are well ftocked wi' kye, How fond of the knack wad I be. 

Of meat ? my girnels is plenty, Or what an addrefs could obtain them. 

An twa* or three eaiments forby. ft fooukl be twice welcome to me. 

An horfa to ride out when they're weary If kifidag an clapping wad pleafe them, 

An cock with the beft they can fee, Ths* tr&<lt= I fhould drive till I die; 

An' then be ca'd dswvy and dear), But, however \ ftudy to t-afe them, 

L ffirly what ai?s them at me. They've ftili an exception at me. 

Behind backs, afore fouk Ive wood them 
An* a' the gates o't that I ken, 
An 1 when, they leugh o* me I trowel them, 
An' thought I had won, but what then; 
When T fpeak of matters they grumble, 
Nor are condescending and free, 
But at my propofais ay ftumble, 
I wonder what ails them at me. 

There's wratacks,an cripples,an cranfhaks, 

An a' the wandoghts that 1 ken, 

No fooner they fpeak to the wenches, 

B'.:t they are ta'en far enough ben; 

But when I fpeak to them .that's irately I 

I find them ay ta'en with the gee, 

An' get the denial right flatly; 

What, think ye, can ail them at me. 

I've try'd them buifh highland <t lowland, I have yet but ae offer to mak them, 
Where I a good bargain cou'd fee, If they wad but hearken to me, 

But nane o' them fend I wad fall in, And that is, I'm willing to tak them, 
Or fay they wad buckle wi' me. If they their content uad but gee; 

With jookc an wi' fcraps I Ve addrefs'dthem.Let her tha+'s content write a billet, 
Been with them baith modeft and free. An get it tranfmilted to me, 
But whatever way I carefs'd them, I hereby engage to fulfil it, 

There's fomething ftill ails them at me. Tho' cripple, tho blind ihe fu'J bl 

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morning blinks cheerfu u-pon the green lee, But ah on the pillow o* 


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•^ forrow ay leanin Nae morning, nae e'enin brings pleafure to me O 

As the aik on the mountain refifts the hlaft rain, 
Sae did he the brunt o' the battle fuftain, 
Till treachry arrefted his courage fae darin, 
And laid him pale, lifelefs upon the drear plain. 
Cauld winter the flower divefts o its cleidin', 
In fimmer again it blooms bonny to fee; 
But naething, alas/ csn hale my heart bleidin. 
Drear winter remaining for ever wi' me. 



Written for this Work by Robert Burns. 

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vV^. There was a wife wonnd m Cockpen.Scroggcn . She brew'dgude ale for 

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gentlemen fing auld Cowl lay you down by me Scroggam my dearie, Ruffum 





The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever, They laid the twa i' the bed thegither, 

Scroggam; Scroggam, (tither 

The priest o the parish fell in anither, That the heat o' the tane might cool the 

Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me, Sing auld Cowl, lay youJown by me, 

Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum. Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum. g 

O TeH me my bonny 8Cc 


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O tell me my bonny >ioung lafsie.Otell me how for to woo,D 

-< kj ten me my Qonny >oung laieie.w icu me noi 

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tell me my bonny fweet lafs^e,0 tell me the way for to woo. 






fay maun I roofe your red cheeks like the morning; lips like the 

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roie when its moiftencl wi' dew; And fay maun I roofe your eens pauky 






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fcorning, O tell me dear lafsie the way for to 



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far ha'e I wanderd dear lafsie, 
To fee thee fail'd the fait fea, 

I've 'travel'd o'er muirlan an mountain, 
An houfelefs Jain cauld on the lea; 

1 never ha'e try'd yet, to mak love to ony, 

Never loe'd on}', till ance I loe'd you, 
An now we re alane in the greenwood fae bonny, 
Now, tell me dear lafsie the way for to woo. 

What care I, for your wandering, laddie, 

Or yet for your failing the fea, 
It was na for nought ye left Peggy, 

My tocher it brought ye to me; 
An' fay, hae ye goud for to bufk me ay gaudy, 

Ribbons an pearlin s an* breaftknots enow, 
A houfe that is canty, wi' plenifhin plenty, 

Without them, ye never need come for to woo. 

I hae nae goud to bufk ye ay gaudy, 

Nor yet, buy ribbons enow, 
I brag not o' houfe or o* plenty, 

But, I ha'e a heart that is true; 
I came na for tocher, I ne'er heard of ony, 

Never lo ed Peggy, nor e er brak my vow; 
I've wander'd, poor fool, for a face faufe as bonny; 

I little thought this was the way for to woo. 

Ha'e na ye roof d my checks like the morning, 

An roofd my cherry red mow, 
Ye ve come o'er the Sea, Muir, and Mountain, 

What mair Johnny need ye to woo; 
An far ha'e ye wander'd 1 ken, my dear laddie, 

Now ye hae found me, ye've nae caufe to rue, 
Wi' health we'll ha'e plenty y I'll never gang gaudy, 

I ne'er wifh'd for mair than a heart that is true. 

She hid her fair face in his bofora, 

The fear fill'd ilk lover's ee, 
An fabbdby the fide o' the burnie, 

While the mavis fang fweet on the tree; 
He clafp'd her, he prefs'd her an cad her his honey, 

Look'd in her face wi' a heart leel an* true, 
As aften fhe figh'd an faid, my dear Johnny, 

Nae bod.- need tell ye the way for to woo. 


O Mary tarn awa 

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dinna dinna fhaw that breaft that never can be mine. Can 










na for ilka look o thine it only feeds defpair 

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Then Mary, turn awa' 

That bonny face o thine; 

O dinna, dinna fhaw that breaft 

That never can be mine! 

W? loves fevereft pangs 

My heart is laidc-n fair, f^grow 

An oer my breaft the grafs maun 

V. re I am free frae care! 

Same Tune 

A^HAT ails this heart of mine? 

What ails this watry ee? 

What gars me ay turn cald as death, 

Whan 1 tak' leave o' thee? 

When thou art far awa' 

Thou'lt dearer grow to me, 

But change o' fouk an change o* place, 

Mpy gnr thy fancy jee. 

Then I'll fit down and moan, 

Juft by yon fpreadin' tree, 

An' gin a leaf fa' in my lap, 

I'll ca't a word frae thee. 

Syne I'll gang to the bower, 

Which thou wi' rofes tied, 

'Twas there by mony a blufhing bud 

I ftrove my love to hide. 

I'll doat on ilka fpot 

Whar 1 ha'e been m thee 

I'll ca' to mind fome fond love tale 

By ev'ry burn an tree. 

'Tis hope that cheers the mind, 

Tho' lovers abfent be; 

An when I think I fee thee ftill, 

1 think I'm ftill wi' thee. 

O furde ale comes 8Cc. 
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ane by ane gude ale keeps my heart aboon. 

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Gude ale hauds me bare and busy. 
Gars me moop wi* the servant hi/.zie, 
Stand i' the stool when T hae done, 
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. 
O gude ale comes and gude ale goes, 
Gude ale gars me sell my hose, 
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon, 
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. 


Robin shure iri hairst. 

Chorus Written for this Work by Robert Burns. 





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heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. 



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fl gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plai d 


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at his dad -.dies yet, Wha met me but Ro_ bin. 

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Was na Robin bauld, 

Tho' 1 was a cotter, 
Play'd me sic a trick 

And me the Elder-* dochter? 
Robin shure &c. 

Robin promised me 
A' my winter vittle; 

Fient haet he had but three 
Goos feathers and whittle. 
Robin shure &c. 


Wha wadna be in lore 8Cc. 

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*^ spier'd what was't the>- ca'd her right scorn -fully sh 



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answer d him be_gone, you hallanshaker; Jog on your gate, you 

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blad r der- skate My name is Mag-gy Law_der 

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Maggy, quoth he, and by my bags, 

I'm fidging fain to see you; 
,Sit down by me, my bonny bird, 

In troth I winna steer thee : 
For I'm a piper to my trade, 

My name is Rob the Ranter; 
The lasses loup as they were daft 

When I blaw up my chanter. 

Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your bags, 

Or is your drone in order? 
If you be Rob, I've heard of you, 

Live you upo' the border? 
The lasses a*, baith far and near, 

Have heard of Rob the Ranter; 
I'll shak my foot wi' right good will, 

Qif you'll blaw up your chanter. 

Then to his bags he flew with speed, 

About the drone he twisted, 
Meg up, and wailop'd o'er the green, 

For brawly coud she frisk it. 
Weeldone.quoth he; Play up,quoth she: 

Weel bob'd.quoth Rob the Ranter; 
*Tis worth my while to play indeed, 

When I hae sic a dancer. 

Weel hae you playd your part auothMcg, 

Your cheeks are like the crimson; 
Theres nane in Scotland plays sae weel, 

Since we lost Habby Simpson. 
I ve livd in Fife, baith maid and wife. 

These ten years and a quarter; 
Gin you should come to lEnster fair. 

Spier ye for Maggy Lawder. 



A Cogie of ale, and a pickle ait meal. 

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drappy of whisky was our fore fathers dose to swiel down their brose& 

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gether they do unco weel,,To mak a chield cheery and brisk a} 




As I view our Scots lads* in their kilts and cockades, 
A' blooming and fresh as a rose, man; 
1 think wi* myself O. the meal and the ale, 
And the fruits of our Scottish kail brose, man. 
Then hey for the cogie &c. 

When our brave highland blades, wi* their claymores and plaids, 
In the field, drive, like sheep, a' our foes, man; 
Their courage and pow'r, spring frae this, to be sure, 
They're the noble effects of the brose, man. 
Then hey for the cogie fee. 

But your spindle shank'd sparks, wha but ill set their sarks, 
And your pale visag'd milksops, and beaus, man, 
I think when I see them, 'twere kindness to gi'e them, 
A cogie of ale and of brose, man. 
Then hey for the cogie &c. 


The Dumfries Volunteers. 
Written for this Work by Robert Burns 



Does haughty Gaul in-Vafion threat, Then let the louns be- 

with Spirit. 



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ware, Sir, Theres wooden walls u-pon our feas.And \blunteers on fhore,Sir. 

mit a foreign foe, On Britifh ground to ral_ ly 

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O'let us not, like fnarling curs, 

In wrangling be divided, 
Till, flap, come in an unco loun, 

And wi' a rung decide it: 
Be Britain ftill to Britain true, 

Amang ourfels united: 
^or 'never but by Britifh. hands 

Maun Britifh wrangs be righted. 
For never but &c. 

The kettle o' the Kirk and State, 
Perhaps a clout may fail int; 

But deil a foreign tinkler loun 
Shall ever ca a nail inf. 

Our fathers blude the kettle bought: 

And vvha wad dare to fpoil it, 
By Heavens, the faciile^ious dog 
Shall fuel be to boil iti 
By Heavens, &c. 

The wretch that would a Tj rant own, 

And the wretch, his true fwern brother, 
Who would fet the Mob above the throne, 

May they be darnn'd together. 
Who will not ling, God fave the king; 

Shall hang as highs the fteeploj 
But while we fmg.God fave the king, 

We'll ne'er forget the People. 
But while we fing fee. 


He's dear dear to me SCc. 

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As I was walking by yon river fide my heart it was 

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fair and O but I was weary I thought upon the days that are paft and 

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gane for he's dear dear to tne tho he's far far frae me 



I ve been in the lowlands where they fhear the fheep, 
An' up in the highlands where they pu the heather, 
I ken a bonny ladie that lo'es me weel, 
But he's far far awa' that I lo'e far better. 

But I'll write a letter, an fend it to him, 
An' tell him he's dearer to me then ony, 
An that I've ay been fbrry, fen he gaed awa', 
Tho' he's far far away, yet he's dear dear to me. 

If winter war' paft, an the fimmer come in, 
When dailies an' rofes fpring fae frefh an bonny, 
Then I will change my filks for a plaiddin coat, 
An' awa to the lad that is dear dear to me. 

The blue bell* of Scotland. 


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O where and O-where does your highland laddie dwell; O 


A little Lively 



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where and V where does jour highland laddie dwell; He dwells in merry 



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love my laddie well He dwells in merry Scotland where the blue bells 

fweetly fmell and all in my heart I love my laddie well 


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O what lafsie what -does your highland laddie wear, 
O what lafsie what does your highland laddie wear, 
A fcarlet coat and bonnet blue with bonny yellow hair, 
And none in the world can with ny love compare. 

O where and O where is your highland laddie gone, . 

O where and O where is your highland laddie gone, 

Hes gone to fight for George Our King, and left me all alone. 

For noble and brave's my loyal highlandman. 

O what lafsie what if your highland lad be flain, 

O what lafsie what if your highland lad be flain, 

O no! true love will be his guard and bring him fafe again, 

for I never could live without my highlandman. 

O when and O when will your highland lad come hame, 
O when and O when will your highland lad come hame, 
When e er the war is over he'll return to me with fame^ 

And I'll plait a wreath of flow'rs for my lovely highlandman. 

O what will you claim for your conftancy to him, 
O what will you claim for your conftancy to him, 
I'll claim a Prieft to marry us, a Clerk to fay Amen, 
And ne'er part again from my bonny highlandman. 


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-i*^ "driv_in lads an mad: Ah waes my heart had 

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*^ cooft his glammir o'er poor Colin luck_itfs lad. 

Cruel Jenny, lack a daifey! 
Lang had gart him greet an grane, 
Colins pate was hafflins cra/y, 
Jenny laugh'd at C<>lins pain, 
.Slawly up his duds he gathers, 
Slawly, flawly trudges out 

What is this? cries Colin glow'rin, 
Glaiked -like, a' round about, 
Jenny,, this is paft endurin, 
Death maun a?.fe poor Colin Clout. 
A' the night I tofs an tummle, 
Never can 1 clofe zi\ e'e 

An frae the fauld he drives his weddersAn a' the day I grane an grummle, 
Happier far than Colin Clout. Jenny, this is a' for thee. 

Now the fun.raisd frae his nappie, 
Set the Orient in a low, 
Drinkin,ilka glancin drappie, 
1' the field, an a the knowe . 
Many a birdie, fweetly fingin, 
Flaffer'd brifkly round about; 
An mony a dainty flow'rie fpringin, 
A' were blythe but Colin Clout. 

Ye'll hae nane but farmer Patie, 
Caufe the fallows rich I trow, ' 
Ablins, tho' he fhou'd na cheat ye, 
Jenny, ye'll hae caufe to rue. 
Auld, an gley'd,an crooked -backed, 
Siller bought at fie a price, 
Abl Jenny, gin ye lout to tak it, 
Fo'k will fay ye're no o'er nice. &c.&c 

%. Tig nae very lang finfyne, That I had a lad o' my ain, B 

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*^ now he s awa to anither, And left me a my lane. The lafs he is 









cour -'ting has filler an* I hae nane at a*; Its nought but the 



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the tocher That's ta'en my lad - die a wa 


But I'm blyth, that my hearts my ain, 

And I'll keep it a* my life, 
Lntil that I meet wi' a lad 

Wha has fenfe to wale a good wife. 
For though I fay't my fell, 

That fhoud nae fayt, tis true, 
The lad that gets me for a wife, 

He'Jl ne'er hae occafion to rue. 

T gang ay fou clean and fou tofh, 

As a' the neighbours can tell; 
Though I've feldom a gown on my back 

But fie as I fpin my fell. 
And when T am clad in my coutfey, 

I ihink myfell as braw 
As Sufie, wi' a* her pearling 

That s tane my laddie awa. 

Bui I wifh they were buckled together, 
And may they live happy for life; 

Iho' Willie does flight me, and s left me, 
The chield he deferves a good wife. 

But.Ol I'm blyth that I've mifs'd him, 
As blyth as I weel can be; 

For ane thct's fao keen o* the filler 
Will never agree wi'me. 

But as the truth is, I'm hearty, 

I hate to be fcrimpit or {cant; 
The wie thing I hae, I'll mak ufe o't, 

And nae ane about me fhall want. 
For I'm a good guide o the warld, 

T ken when to ha'd and to gie; 
For whinging and cringing for filler 

Will never agree Wi* me. 

Contentment is better -than riches, 

An' he wha has that has enough; 
The maffer is feldoin fae happy 

As Robin that drives the plough. 
But if a young lad woud caft up, 

To mak me his partner for life; 
If the chield has the fenfe to be happy. 

He'll fa' on his feet for a wife. 


O once J lov'd. 




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love her ftill an whilft that vir _ tue warms my 






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As bonnie lafses 1 hae feen, 
And monv foil as braw, 

But for a modeft gracefu mem 
The like 1 never faw. 

A bonny lafs I will confefs, 

Is pleafant to the e'e, 
But without fome better qualities 

She's no a lafs for me. 

She drefses ay fae clean and neat, 

Both decent and genteel; 
And then there's fomething in her gait 

Gars ony drefs look weel. 

A gaudy drefs and gentle air 
May flightly touch the heart, 

But its innocence and modefty 
That polifhes the dart. 

But Nellys looks are blythe and fweet.'Tis this in Nelly plea/i;.' me, 
And what is beft of a*, 'Tis this enchants my foul; 

Her reputation is c07rp!eat, For abfolutllyin my brealt 

And fair without a flaw; She reigns without ^ontroul. 


When I think on my lad./ 









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yont the Tea. 

Without an eftate, That made him look blate: And 




. yet a brave lad is he gin fafe he come hame, In fpite of ,mv 

Love fpeers na advice 

Of parents o'er wife, 
That have but ae bairn like me, 

That looks upon cafh, 

As naething but trafh, 
That fhackles what fhould be free. 

And tho' my dear lad 

No ae penny had, " 
Since qualities better has he; 

A* beit I'm an Heirefs, 

I think it but fair is, 
To love him fince he loves me. 

Tnen, my- dear Jamie, 

To thy. kind Jeanie, 
Hafte,hafte thee in o'er the fea, 

To her wha can find 

Nae eafe in he:- mind, 
Without a blyth fight of thee. 

Tho' my daddy forbad, 

And my minny foibad, 
Forbidden I will not be; 

for fince thou alone 

My favour haft won, 
Narn elfe fhall e er get it for me, 

Yet them I'll not grieve, 
Or without their leave, 

Gie my hand as a wife to thee: 
Be content with a heart, 
That can never defer t, 

Till they ceafe to oppoft- or be. 
My parents mry prove 
Yet friend to our love, 

When our firm refolves th<y fee; 
Then I with pkafure 
Will yield up my treafurc, 

And a that love orders to thte. 


y^'J'j -s ■# Return hameward my heart again an bide where thou was wont to 

Return homeward 




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To what effect fhould thou be thrall? 

Be happy in thine ain free will, 
My heart, be never beftial, 

But ken wha does thee good or ill, 

At hame with me then tarry ftill, 
And fee wha can beft play their paws. 

And let the filly fling her fill, 
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Tho' fhe be fair I will not fc-nzie, 

Shea of a kind with mony mae; 
For whv they are a fellon menzie 

That feemeth good and are not fae. 
My heart, take neither fturt nor wae 

For Meg, for Marjory, or Maufe, 
But be thou blyth,and let her gae, 

For fint a 'crum of thee fhe faws. 

Remember, how that Medea 

Wild for a fight of Jafon ; ied, 

Remember how that young Creffid.i 
Left Troilus for DiomedeJ 

Remember Helen as we read, 
Brought Troy from blifs unto bare wal 

Then let her gae *here fhe may fpe 
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Becaufe fhe faid I took it ill, 

For her depart my heart was fair, 

But was beguifd; gae where fhe will, 
Befhrew the heart that firft takes care.] 
But be thou merry late and air, 

This is the final end and claufe, • 
And let her feed and foully fair 

For fint a crum of thee fhe. faws. 

Ne'er dunt again within my breaft, 
Ne'er let her flights thy courage fpill, 

Nor gie a fob altho' fhe fneeft, 
' She's faireft paid that get's her will |j 
She's geek as #if I mean'd her ill, j 

When fhe glaicks paughty in 'her bra-v8j 
Now let her fnirt and fyke her filial 

For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

My Ladys gown there's gairs upon't 



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lies liis game, Colin's Jenny be at hame 





My Lady's white, my Lady's red Sae sweetly move her genly limbs, 

And kith and kin o' Cassillis'blude, Like music-notes o' Lovers hymns: 

But her tenpund lands o tocher gude The diamond-dew in her cen sae blue. 

Were a' the charms his Lordship^ lo'ed. Where laughing love sae wanton -swims. 
My Lady's gown &c. My Ladv's gown &c. 

Out oer yon moor, out o'er yon moss, My Ladvs dink, my Lady's drest, 

Whine gor-cocks thro' the heather pass, The flower and fancy o' the west; 

There wons auld Colin's bonie lass, But the Lassie that man loes best, 

A lily in a wilderness. O that's the Lass to mak him blest. 
My Lady's gown &c. My .Lady's gowT\&c. 

May Morning. 


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J*-' (bed To ii_lumine the dew drops that Yef_per had fhed. 
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Dinna think bonie Lafsie I'm gaun to leave yon:. 



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O dinna think bonie Lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, Dinna think 

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bonie Lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, Dinna think bo_nie lafsie I'm 

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_gain an fee you. Far's the gate ye hae to gang, darks the 

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night an eerb, fars the gate ye hae to gang, dark's the night an' 

eerie, fars the gate ye hae to gang, darks the night an eerie, O 

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ftay this ae night wi' jour love, an' dinna gang an leave ire. 




Brifk.Its but a night an' ha'f a day that I'll leave my dearie. 
But a night an' ha'f a day that I'll leave my dearie, 
But a night an' ha'f a day that I'll leave my dearie. 
When e'er the fun gaes weft the loch, I'll come again an' fee thee; 

Slow. Dinna gang my bonie lad, dinna gang an leave me, 
Dinna gang my bonie lad, dinna gang an leave me. 
When the lave are .found afleep lam dull an* eerie. 
An a' the lee lang night I'm fad, wi* thinkin' on my dearie. 

Brifk.O Dinna think bonie lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, 
Dinna think bonie lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, 
, Dinna think bonie lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, 

When e'er the fun gaes out o' fight I'll come again an fee you, 

Slow. Waves are rifing o'er the fea, winds bla loud an* fear me, 
Waves are rifing o'er the lea, winds bla loud an* fear me. 
While the waves an winds do roar, I am wae an dreary, 
An gin ye loe me as ye fay, ye winna gae an leave me. 

Brifk. O Never mair bonie lafsie will I gang an* leave thee, 
Never mair bonie lafsie will I gang an' leave thee, 
Never mair bonie lafsie will I gang an' leave thee, 
E'en let the warld gae as it will, I'll ftay at haroe an cheer thee; 

Slow. Frae his hand he cooft the ftick, I winna gang an leave thee, 
Threw his plaid into the neuk, never can I grieve thee. 
Drew his boots an flang them by, cryd my lafs be cheerte, 
I'll kifs the tear frae aff thy cheek, an* never leave my dearie. 

O gin I were fairly shot o' her. 



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air_ly shot o her if she were dead I wa 

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pray'd for a wright to her O gin I were iair_ ly shot o her. 

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Nane o her relations or frien s cou'd stay wi'her 
The neighbours and bairns are fain to fly frae her, 
An' 1 my ain sell is forc't to gie way till her 
O gin 1 were fairly tec- 

She ganes aye sae braw, she's sae uuckle pride in her 
There's no a goodwife in the haill country side like her 
Wi* dress an' wi* drink the d 1 wadna bide wi' her 
O gin 1 were fairly fee. 

If the time wou'd but come that to the kirk gate wi'her 
An into the jerd I'd mak my Sell quit o' her 
I'd then be as bhth as first when 1 met «f her 
O gin I were fairly fee. 

Hey my kitten my kitten. 


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pet as this is nei _ther far nor nearie. Now we gae up up 



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up An here we gang down down downy, Here we gae 

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backwards and forward And here • round round a roundv. 



Chicky, cockow, my lily cock; 
See, fee, fie a downy; 
Gallop a trot, trot, trot, 
And hey for Dublin towny. 
This pig went to the market; 
Squeek moufe, moufe, moufy; 
Shoe, fhoe, fhoe the wild colt, 
And hear thy own dol doufy. 

Where was a jewel and petty, 
Where was a fugar and fpicy; 
Hufh a baba in a cradle', 
And we'll go abroad in a tricy, 
Did a papa torment -it? 
Did-e vex his own babyPdid-e? 
Hufh a baba in a bofie; 
Take ous own lucky: did_e? 

Good-morrow, a pudding is broke', 
Slavers- a thread o' crjftal, 
Now the fweet pofset comes up; 
Who faid my child was pifs all? 
Come water my chickens, come clock 
Leave off or hell crawl you.he'll crawl y ou ; 
Come.gie me your hand.ane 1*11 beat him; 
Wha was it vexed my baby? 

Where was a laugh and a craw; 
Where was a gig ling honej? 
Goody, good child fhall be fed 
But naughty child fhall get nony 
Get ye gone.raw-head and bloody bones 
Here is a child that wont fear ye. 
Come pifsy, pifsy, my jewel, 
And ik, ik ay, my deary. 

Sweetest May. 
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As thy constant slave regard it; for its faith and truth reward it. 

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Proof o' shot to Birth or Money, 

Not the wealthy, but the bonie; 

Not high-born, but noble-minded, 

In Love's silken band can bind it. , . ■ 

Argyll is my name. 


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Argyll is my name, and you may think it *trange,To live at a 



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/ court, and never to change all falsehood and flattery I do dis_dain In 
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countrj s weel an' I'll feast uucn bannocks o Barley-meal. 





Adieu to the courtie of London town, 
Porto my ain country I will gang down; 
At fh« sight of Kirkcald) a nee again, 
I'll c;<~k up my bonnet, and march amain. 
O the crmckle de'il tak a' your noise and strife, 
I'm fully resolv'd for a country life, 
Where a' trr bra' lasses, wha kens me well, 
Wi!l feed me wri' bannocks o' barley-meal. 

I'll quickly lay down my sword and my gun, 
And I'll put my plaid and my bonnet on, 
Wi' my plaiding stockings and leather- heel'd shoon; 
They'll mak me appear a fine sprightly loon. 
And when L am drest thus frae tap to tae, 
Hame to my Maggie I think for to gae, 
Wi' my claymore hinging down to my heel, 
To whang at the bannocks o barley meal. 

I'll buy a fine present to bring to my dear, 
A pair of fine garters for Maggie to wear, 
And some pretty things else, I do declare, 
When she gangs wi' me to Paisley fair. 
And whan we are married «ve*ll keep a cow. 
My Maggie sail milk her, and I will plow: 
We'll live a' the winter on beef and lang-kail, 
And whang at tLf> bannocks o' barley- meal. 

If my Maggie shoud chance to bring me a son, 
He's fight for his King, as his daddy has done; 
I'll send him to Flanders some breeding to learn, 
Syne hame into Scotland and keep a farm. 
And thus we'll-Iivfc and industrious be, 
And wha'll be fae great as my Maggie and me; 
We'll soon grow as fat as a Norway seal, 
Wi* feeding on bannocks o' barley-meal. &c. fee. &c. 


An' I'll awa to bonny Tweed -fide. 


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fool to let my blood cool an fyne to lead apes be _ low 


Few words bonny lad 
Will eithly perfuade» 

Tho' blufhing I daftly fay no 
Gae on with jour ftrain 
And doubt not to ; gain* 

For I 'hate to lead apes below. 
Untyd to a man, 
Do whate'er we can, 

V\e r.evei can thrive or dow. 
Then 1 will do well, 
Do better what will, 
And let them lead apes below. 

1 Our time is precious, 
And gods are gracious 

That beauties upon us beftow 
'Tis not to be thought 
We got them for nought 

Or to be fet up for a fhow. 
Tis carried by votes, 
Come' kilt up your coats 

And let us to Edinburgh go, 
Where fhe that's bonny 
May catch a Johny, 

And never lead apes below. 

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bonny blossom Aye the bh the blinks in her ee 




Frae wintei « scourc, the simmer torment Reds her cheek, and sweets her fcafuie 

iic&rjrmtsta that point the ai v Glancin c-en like diamonds blight 

Frae grief o mind that aft doet- foment Handsomeshape, the choice c? nature 

Making life a dreary care Wonder o* the dav and night 

O hhe's bon»y&c. O she's bomry&c. 

For shes as the new blawn rose If, but this bud and bonny bio.- som 

I hat f, nourishd with the simmer's sun I could say 'twereonh- mint 

Her smiles is like the sweet re-pose [H plant it deep within my bosoui 

Man seeks when his last sand is run An' round my heart I'd it entwine 

O she's bonr.y K£c. O she's bonny &c 



In yon garden 8Cc. 

In yon garden tine an gay, Picking lilies a' 

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gathring flowrs of il_ka hue, I wift na then what love coud do. 

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Where love is planted there it grows, 
It buds and blows like any rofe 
It has a fweet and pleafant fmell, 
No flow r on earth can it excel. 

I put my hand into the bufh. 
And thought the fweeteft rofe to find, 
But prick'd my finger to the bone, 
And left the fweeteft rofe behind. 

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She calfd upon her fervant man, 

Her fervant that on her did wait, 

"Gae open the yetts, both braid and wide, 

"And let the poor pedlar in in in, 

"And let the poor pedlar in. 
He fet the yetts, both braid and wide, 
And let the poor pedlar in; 
And then fhe took him by the coat neuks, 
And fhe led him from room to room room room, 

And fhe led him &c. 
Till he came to my lady's room, 
My lady's room where fhe lay; 
"1 wad gie a my pack he faid, 
"For the night of a gay lad} - , lady; 
"For the night &c. 
Wilt thou gie me my pack again, 
"My pack, and my pack pinn, 
"An thou gie me my pack he faid, 
"I'll gie thee both broach and ring, ring ring, 

"I'll gie thee both &c. 
"I'll no gie thee thy pack again, 
"Thy pack nor thy pack pinn; 
' I'll no gie thee thy pack' fhe laid. 
Tho' thou wad greet tilt thine eyes gae' blin' gae blin'. 
Tho' thou wad &c. 
Out then fpak the noble lord, 
Out of his bow'r within, 
"O who is this into my houfe 
'That makes fuch a noife and dinn dinn dinn. 

That makes &c. 
As I came through your garden Sir, 
I pulld fome of your flowers; 
A box of fpice was in my pack, 
'And 1 borrowed a morter of yours of yours. 

And I borrowed &c. 
Gi e the poor pedlar his pack again, 
His pack and his pack pinn, 
Keep nathing frae a poor pedlar, 
"Who has a' his living to win to win. 

"Who has &c. 
She took the pack by the twa neuks, 
And (he flang it out o'er the wa', 
"Upo' my footh, quo the poor pedlar, 
"My pack it has gotten a fa' fa' fa*. 

"My pack &c. 
He took the pack upon his back, 
Went fing'ng "out o'er the lee, 
O I ha'e gotten my pack again, 
'And the kifs of a gay lady lady, 
"And the kifs kc. 



You ask me charming fair. 

4- You ask me charming fair Why thus 1 pensive go, l*rom 







proceeds* nay care What nourishes mv woe. Why 

whence proceeds* my care What nourishes try 




seek st the cause to find of ills that I en -dure 

find of ills that 1 en -dure Ahl 

vainly kind un ^less re_solvd to cure. 






It needs no magic art, 

To know whence my alarms, 
Examine your own heart. 

Go read them in your charms. 
Wheneer the youthful quoir, 

Along the vale advance. 
To raise, at your desire, 

The lay, or form the dance. 

Beneficent to each, 

You some kind grace afford, 
Gentle in deed or speech, 

A smile or friendl w< rd 
Whilst on nrv love you put 

No value; On the same, 
\n it my fire was but 

.Some paltr> vijlage, flatne 

At this my colour flies, 

My breast with sorrow heaves. 
The pain T would disguise, 

Nor roan nor maid deceives. 
My love stands all display d, 

Too strong for art to hide, 
How soon the hearts betray'd 

With such a clue to guide! 

How cruel is my fate. 

Affronts I could have born, 
found comfort in your hate, 

Or triumph'd in ) our scorn. 
But whilst 1 thus adoie, 

I'm dnv*n to wild deppair; 
Indifference is more- 

Than raging love can bear. 

O ken ye what Meg o the mill has gotten 
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Meg o the mill loes dearlr, A dram o' gude ftrunt in a mornin 





early and thats what Meg o' the mill loes dear- ly. 


O km )e how Meg o the mill was married, 
And ktn ye how Meg d the mill was married; N 
The Prieft he was oxter'd, the Clerk he was carried, 
And thats hew Meg o* the mill was married 
O ken ye how Meg o' the mill was bedded, 
An ktn ye how Meg o the mill was bedded; 
The groom gai fae fu ho fell awald beftde it, 
And thats how Meg d the mill was bedded. 


How fweet is the fcene. 


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funbeam that glents o'er the Ice To wan-dc-r and leave her, dear 



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*^ lafsie, I canna, frae love an beauty I never can flee 

canna, trae love an Tr.te pei 


O lang ha'e T lod, her an* loe, her fu dearly, 
An' aft ha'e I prced o' her bonny fweet mow. 
An' aft ha'e I read in her e'e blinkin clearly, 
A language that bade me be conftant an true! 
Then others may doat on their fond war ly treafure, 
For pelf, filly pelf, they may brave the rude fea; 
To tovr my factt lafsie be mine the dear pleafure 
Wi' her let ine live __a"nd wi' her let me die. 

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*^ conftant lover breathing mony a heartfelt figh . 



I ha'e feen the floweret fpringin 
Gaily on the funny lea; 
I hae heard the mavis fingnV 
Sweetly on the hawthorn tree : 
But my Jeanie. peerlefs deariei 
She's the flower attracts mine ee; 
Whan (he tunes her voice fbi ckceric, 
She's the mavis dear to me! 



How fweet this lone vale 

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feeling yon Nightingales notes which in me_lo_dy melt ob 



-livion of woe oer my mind gently ftealing a paufe from keen 




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tngulfh a moment is felt. The- moons yel_low light o'er the 
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{r fweets of the vale are all fhad _ ow'd with gloom 






Jockey's ta'en the parting kifs. 

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V'yfr Jockey's ta'en the par _ ting kifs O er the mountains 

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fnaw Drif _ ting o'er the fro _ /en plain. 







When the fnades of evening creep 

Oer the day's fair, glad force e'e, 
Sound and fafely may he fleep, 

Sweetly blythe his waukening be. 
He will think on her he loves, 

Fondly he'll repeat her name; 
For whare'er he diftant roves 

Jockey's heart js ftill at hame. 


What's that to you. 


My Jean}' and I have toild the live- lang fummer 

A little Lively 

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day Till we were al- _ moft fpoil'd At mak _ 


Her' frockings were of Kt-rfy green, Conceal thy beauties if thou ran, 

A* tight as ony filk: Hide that fweet face of thine, 

O firk a leg was never feen, That I may only be the man 

Her fkin was white as milk; Enjoys thefe looks divine. 

Her hair was black as ane could wifh, O do not proftitute, roy dear, 

And fweet fweet was her mou; Wonders to common view, 

Oh! Jcany daintily can kifs, And I, with faithful heart, fhall fwear 

But what's that to you? For ever to be true. 

The rofe and lily baith combine 

To make my jeany fair, 
There is no bennifon like mine, 

I have amaift nae care; 
Only I fear my Jeany s face 

May caufe mae men to rue, 
And that may gar me fay, Alas. 

But what's that to you? 

King Solomon had wives enew, 

And mony a concubine; 
But I enjoy a blifs mair true; 

His joys were fhort of mine: 
And Jeany's happier than they, 

She feldom wants her due; 
All debts of love to her 111 pay, 

And what's that to you? 

Chorus . 

Little wat ye wha's coming. 


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wha's coming little wat ye wha's coming Jock and Tam and 

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Lauch — lans com— ing A_ lif_ ter and a's comi 


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Borland and his mens coming, 
The Camerons and M? Leans coming, 
The Gordons and M?Gregors coming 
A' the Dunywaftles' coming 

Little wat ye, &c. 

M?Gilvrey of Drumglafs is coming. 

Wiltons coming, Nithsdales coming, 
Carnwatho coming, Kenmure's coming, 
DervMnt water and Fofters coming 
Withrington and Nairn's coming 

Little- wat ye, &c. 
Blyth Covrhill and a's coming. 

The Laird of M?Intofh is c< liing, 
M. Crabie and M? Donald's coming, 
The M? Kenzies and M?Pherfons coming. 
A' the wild M? Craws' coming, 

Little wat ye, &c. 

Donald Gun and as coming. 



They gloom, they glowr, they look fae 
At ilka frroke they'll fell a Whig; 
They'll fright the fuds of the Pockpuc 
For mony a buttock bares coming. 
Little wat ye,&c. 

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O leave novels 8Cc. 
By Bums. 

/ 3 "> ** O leave nb...vels, ye Mauchline belles, Ye're faf _ eY 

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at your fpinn'ing wheel; Such witching books, are baited hooks for rakifh 

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rooks like Rob Mofsgiel. Your fine Tom Jones And 

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<*' Qrandifons they make your youthful fancies reel the}' heat your 







brains, and fire your veins and then you're prey for Rob Mofsgiel. 







Beware- a tongue, thats fmoothly hung; 

A heart that warmly feems to feel; 
That feelin heart but acks a part, 

Tis rakifh art in Rob Mofsgiel. 
The frank addrefs, the foft carefs, 

Are worfe than poifoned darts of fteel, 
The frank addrefs, and politefse, 

Are all finefse in Rob Mofsgiel. 

O lay thy loof in mine lafs. 
Chorus Written for this Work by Robert Burns 





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O lay thy loof in ttine lafs, In mine lafs, in mine lafs, And 

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A little lively. 

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*^ fwear on thy white hand lafs, That thou wilt be my am 




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wae; But now, he is my deadly foe, (Jn-lefa thou be my ain. O 

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lay thy loof in mine lafs, In mine lafs, in mine lafs. And fwear on 




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thy white hand lafs that thou wilt be my ain 




There 8 monie a lafs has broke my reft. 
That for a blink I hae lo'ed beft; 
But thou art queen within my breaft 
For ever to remain. 
O lay thy loof &c. 


Saw ye the Thane 8C.c. 

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*^7t/> i * ^ aw -^ e ^ e ^ ane ° Tne ^ e pride, Red anger in Hit 


care he cryd Red anger 

cryd Red anger frights na me. 





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I have stood whar honour badeThq death trod on his heel; Mean 

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is the crest that stoops to fear, nae sic may Duncan feel 



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Hark! hark! or was it but the wind, Restoreagain that blooming rose, 

That through the ha' did sing; Your rude hand pluckt awa; 

Hark! hark! agen.a warlike sound, -Restore again his Mary fair, . I 

The black woods round do ring. Or you shall rue his fa. 
'Tis na for naught, bauld Duncan cryd, 

Sic shouting on the wind. Three strides the gallant Duncan tuk, 

Syne up he started frae his seat. He struck his forward upear: 

A throngof spears behind. Gae tell thy master, beard less, youth, 

We are nae wont to fear. .'M 

Haste, baste, toy valiant hearts, he said, He comes na on a wassail rout, 

Anes mair to -follow me; Of revel, sport, and play; M 

We'll meet 3 on shouters by the burn, Our swords gart Fame proclaim us men, 

1 guess wha they may be. Lang ere this ruefu day. 

But wha is he that speids sae faer, 

Frae the slaw marching thrang? The rose I pluckt o' right is mine, 
Sae frae the mirk cloud shoots a beam. Our hearts together grew. 

The sky's blue face alang. 

Some messenger it is, mayhap, 
Tfcer. not at peace I trow. 

My master, Duncan bade me rin, 
And say these words to ypu. 

Like twa sweet roses on ae stak _ 
Frae hate to love she flew. 

Swift as a winged shaft he sped ; 
Bald Duncan said in jeer, 

Gae tell thy master, beardless youth. 
We are nae wont to fear.&c kc &Q 

Go plaintive sonnds 



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wounds iin part, Tell all I hope tell all I fear each 




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motion in my heart. But she methinks is list _ ning 

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Yes, plaintive sounds, yet, yet delay, Cease plaintive sounds.your task is done 

Howe'er my love repine, That anxious tender air 

Let that gay minute pass away, Proves o'er her heart the conquest won, 

The next perhaps is thine. I see you melting there. 
Yes plaintive sounds, no longer crost, 

Your griefs shall soon be o'er, Return ye smi!c-8 % returxi again, 

Her cheek undimpled now, has lost Return each sprightly grace. 

The smile it lately wore. T yield up to your charming reign, 

All that enchanting face. 
Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, I take no outward shew amiss, 

Tis now your time to move; Rove where they will, her eyes, 

Essay to soften all her pow'rs, Still let her smiles each shepherd b less. 

And be that softness, love. So she but hear my sighs. 


Braces addrefs to his Army. 

By Burns. 




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^ Scots wha hae wi* Wal-lace bled, "Scots, wham 


With energy 

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Bruce has a {ten led, *'Wel _ come to your go_ ry 


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"Or to vie -Jo _ ry "Nbws the day and nows the hour; 

ir to vie _ to _ ry wows tne oay and nows u 

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"See the front of bat _ tie lour fee ap _ proach proud 

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Ed - ward s pow *r Chains and fla _ ve _ ry. 

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Wha will be a traitor knave? 
Wha can fill a cowards grave? 
Wha fac bafe as be a flave? 

Traitor* coward! turn and flee! 

By oppressions woes and pains! 
"By your fons in fc-rvile chains! 
"We will drain our deareft veins, 
"But they fhall be-fhaU be free! 

"Wha for Scotland's king and law Lay the proud ufurpers low! 

Freedom's fword will ftrongly draw, " Tyrants fall in every foe; 
'Free-man ftand, or free-man fa* Liberty's in every blow! 

"Caledonian! on wi' me! "Forward! let us do, or die!" 

Farewell ye fields 8Cc. 

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^ peace an love Aft have I filent ftoln from hence With my young 




fwain a while to rove. Sweet was our walk, mair fweet our 



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talk, amt;ng the beauties of the fpring, an aft v*ed lean us 

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on a bank to hear the feath . er'd warblers ling. 


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The a/.ure fky the hills around, 

Gave double beauty to the fcene 
The lofty fpires of Banff in view, 

On every fide the waving grain: 
The tales of love my Jamie told, 

Tn fuch a faft an moving ftrain, 
Have fo engag'd my tender heart, 

I'm loth to leave the place again." 

But if the Fates will be fae kind, 

As favour my return once more, 
For to enjoy the peace o' mind, 

In thofe retreats I had before: 
Now, farewell Banff! the nimble fteeds, 

Do bear me hence, I muft away, 
Yet time perhaps may bring me back, 

To part nae mair from fcenes fo g 


() hearrl ye e'er of a silly blind Harper, 

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379 "^ ® heard ve of a silly Harper, Liv'd long in Loch-tiri ben 

A little Lively 


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town, How he did gang to fair England,To steal King Henr\s wanton brown? 


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How he did gang to fair England To steal King Henrys wanton brown. 



But first he gaed to his gude.wife 
'Wj'a* the speed that he cou'd thole: 
This wark quo' he, will never work. 
Without a mare that has a foal. 
This wark, fee 

Quo' she, thou has a gude grey mare, 
That'll rin o'er hills baith low fe hie; 
Gae tak the grey mare in thy hand, 
And leave the foal at hame wi me. 
Gae tak', fee. 

And tak' a halter in thy- hose, 
And o' thy pmpose dinna fa; I, 
But wap it o'er the wantons nose; 
And tie her to the grey mare's tail: 
But wap,&c. 

.Syne ca' her out at yon back yeate, 
O er moss and muir and ilka dale, 
For she'll ne'er let the wanton bite, 

Till she come hame to her ain foal. 
For she'll, fee. 

So he is up to England gane, 
Even as fast as he can hie, 
Till he came to King Henry s yeate; 
And wha was there but King Henry ? 
TiH he, fee. 

Cone it ,quo he, thou siLly blind Harper; 
And of thy harping let me hear. 
Ol by my sooth, quo' the silly U'ndHarf 
I'd rather hae stabling for my mare 
Ol }>•• my , fee. 

The King looks o'er his left shoulder, 
And says unto his stable groom, 
Gae tak the silly poor Harpers mare, 
And tie her side my wanton brown. 
G;ie tak, &c. 



And ay he harped, and 'dy he carpit, Let in thy master and his- mar* 
Till a* the lords gaed through the floor. Rise, quo' &c , 
They thought the music was sae sweet, 

That they forgat the stable door. 
They thought, &c. 

Then up she raise, pat on her clai. 1 -. 
And lookit out through the ! -ck hol< 
Oi by my sooth then quoth the lass, 
Our mare has gotten a brawbijf fol. 
Oi by i|Sy Vtc. 

And ay he harpit.and ay he carpit, 

Till a' the nobles were sound asleep, 

Than quietly he took aff his shcon, 

And saftlv d'^n the stair did creep. Come haud thy peace, then foolish las.s, 

Than quietly &c. 

The moons but glancing in thy ee, 
I'll wad my haill fee 'gainst a groat, 
It's bigger than e'er our foal will be. 
I'll wad <tc 

•Syne to the stable door he hies, 

Wi tread as light as light eou'd be, 

And whan he openU and gaed in, 

There he fand thirty good steeds & three. The neighbours too that heard the noi-e, 

And whan &c. 

He took the halter frae his hose, 
And of his purpose did na fail; 
He slipt it o'er the Wanton's nose, 
And tied it to his grey mare's tail. 
He slipt &c. 

He ca'd her out at ) on back yeate, 
Oer moss and muir&ilka dale, 
And she loot ne'er the wanton bite, 
But held her still gaun at her tail. 
And she &c. 

Cried to the wife to put her in. 
By my sooth, then quoth the wife, 
Shes better than ever he rade on. 
By my &c. 

But on the morn at fair day Ijght, 
When they had ended a' their cfeicar. 
King Henrys wanton brown w;s sliwn 
And eke the poor old Harper's maie 
King Henry's &c. 

Alacel alacel says the silly blind Harp* r 
Alacel alacel that 1 came here, 
Tn Scotland I've tint a braw cowte foal-, 
The grey mare was right swift o' fit, In England they've stawn n \ guid ^r 

And didna fail to find the way, 

For sho was atLochmaben ^eate, 

tu lang three hours ere it was day. 

For she &c. 

In Scotland &c. 


Come had thy tongue, thou sill;. bliri<H: 
And of thy alacing let me be, 
For thou shall get a better mare. 
When she came to the Harper's door, And we-el p ;i ;d shall thy co*»e foal b( 
There she gae mom- a nichc-r and snear, for thou shall get a bftttti mare. 
Rise, quo' the wife, thou f la/y lass, And wec-1 paid shall thy etowte foal b 


My Nannie O. 
By Burns 

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many O; The wintry fun the day has clofd, An I'll away to Nannie 






•< O: The weftJin winds blaws loud an fhrill,The nights baith mirk an' 


Jy rair.v O; I'll got mv plaid an out 1 11 fteal, An oer the hill to Nannie 0,To 



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Nannie O to Nannie O; I'll get my plaid an ou^ I'll fteal, An o'er the hi'ltoNannieC 

Mv Nannie's charming, fv.eet, and young, 

Nae artfu wiles to win ye O; 
May ill befa' the flattering tongue, 

That wad beguile my Nannie O: 
Her face is fair, her heart is true, 

As fpotlefs as fhe's bonnie O; 
The cp'ning gowan wat wi' dew, 

Nae purer is than Nannie O. 

A country lad is my degree, 

And few there be that ken me- O; 

But what care I how few they be, 
I'm welcome ay to Nannie O: 

My riches a's my penny fee, 

And I maun guide it cannie O; 

But warld s gear ne'er troubles me, 
My thoughts are a*, my Nannie O. 

Our auld guidman delights to view, 

His fheep an kye thrive bonnie 0\ k 
But I'm as bh the that hauds his pleugh 

An' has nae care but Nannie O; 
Come well, come woe, I care na by, 

I'll tak' what Heav'n will fsnd me 
Nae ither care in life have I, 

But live, and love my Nannie O 

As I lay on my bed on a ui^ht. 


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As T lay on my bed on a night, 





Rather Slow 


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thought u_pon her beau_ty bright, But the moon by 

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night did give no light Which did per_ _ plex 






sore, Ytt "S _ way to ny love T did go.. 





Then under her window I came, 
I gently callcl her by her name, 

Then up she rose, put on her clothes, 
And whisper d to me slow, 

Saying, go from my window, Love, do. 

My father and my mother are asleep, 
And if thej- chance to hear you speak, 

There will be nocht but great abuse, 
Wi many a bitter blow, 

And its CTo from my window, Love, do. 

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The rain rins down SCc. 

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The rain rins down thro' Mirry land toune,Sae does it down the 

Then out and cam the Jew's dochter, When bells wer rung, and mass was siM 
Said, will ye com in and dine! And every lady went hame: 

I winnae cum in, I winnae cum in, Than ilk lady had her young son. 
Without my play -feres nine. But Lady Helen had nane. 

She pow'd an apple reid and White . She rowd her mantil her abou,t, 
To intice the young thing irj.- And sair sair gan she weep: 

She pow'd an apple white and reid, And she ran into the Jewis castle, 
And that the sweet bairn did win. When they wer all asleep. 

And she has taine out a little pen-knife, My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hewfc 
And low down by her gair, I pray thee to me speak: 

She has twin'd the _> oung thing o' his life,' O lady rinn to the deep draw-well 
A word he ne'er spake mair. "Gin ye your son wad seek!' 

And out and cam the thick thick bluid, Lady Helen ran to the deep draw well, J 
And out and cam the thin; And knelt upon her knee, 

And out and cam the bonny herts bluid; My bonny Sir Hew, an ye be here, I 
Tnair was nae life left in. I pray thee speak to me. 

She laid him on a dressing borde, 
Andvdrest him like a swine, 

And I'iiighing said,gae now and play 
With your sweet play-feres nine. 

She rcwd him in a cake of lead. 
Bade him lv still and sleep. 

She cast him in a deep draw-well, 
Was fifty fathom deep. 

The lead is wondrous heavy, anther, I 
The well is wondrous deep, 

A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert, * 
A word I downae spenk. 

Gae hame, gae hame, my mother dearJ 
Fetch me my winding-sheet, 

And at the back o' Mirry-land toun^l 
Its there we twa sail meet. 

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Cauld is the e'enin blast. 
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Cauld is the e en _ in blast O' Boras o'er the 


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pool, And daw _ in it is dreary, When birks are bare at Yule O 

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cauld blaws the e'en_in blast When bitter bites the frost. And 



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in the mirk and dreary drift The hills and glens are lost, 



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Ne'er sae murky- blew the night That drifted o'er the hill, But 

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bonie Peg a Ram_sey Gat grist to her mill. 


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() turn away those cruel eyes. 

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^584 "V ^ * urn a - wa >' tfc 086 cru^el eyes, The stars of ny un . 

A 1 it tie Lively 



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_ do _ ing Or death, in such a bright dis _ euise, Ma 



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tempt a se . cond woo - ing. 

Pun is;, their blind _ ly 


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irrpioas pride, Who dare contea:n thy gio -ry; It was ay 








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*^ fall that de_i-fy'd Thy name and seal'd thy »to ry. 

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Yet no new sufferings can prepare 

A higher praise to crown thee; 
Tho' try first death proclaim thee fair, 

My second will dethrone thee. 
Lovers will douht thou canst entice 

No other for thy fuel; 
And if thou burijst one Victim twice, 

Think thee both poor and c.-tnl. 

O Mary yes be clad in silk . 



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O Ma_ry ye's bo clad in silk, And dia _ mondt 









in your hair, Gjn ye'll con _ sent to be my bride Nor 

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)n Ar_ tfiur mair. Qh wha wad wear "a tow 

think on A 







tears t)lind ing their ee, Be _ -fore Pjl break my 



lovvf heart, I'lf lay r»e dovyn and 







For I have pledg'd my virgin troth. 

Brave Arthurs fate to share. 
And he has gi'cn to me his heart 

Wi' a Us virtues rare. 
'I he mind whase every is pure. 

Far dearer is to me. 
And e'er I'm forced to break my faith 

I II lay me dovm and die. 

So trust me when 1 swear to thee, 

By a' that is on high, 
Though ye had a' this warld's gear, 

My heart ye could na buy; 
for langest life can ne'er repay, 

The love he bears to me; 
And e'er I'm forc'd to break my troth 

I'll lay me down and die. 


There wis a borne lass. 
By R. Burns. 

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O86 "S There was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And ihe 


Rather Slow 


loed her bonie lad -die dear: Till wars loud a_lirm« tore her 

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lad -die frae her arms, Wi' mo_nie a sieh and a tear 





0_ver sea, o_ver shore, where the can_nons loud_ly roar; He 

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atill was a strange er to fear: And nocht could him quail, or his 



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bosom assail, But the bo_ nie lass he lo'ed sae dear. 

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No Churchman am I, 

By R. Bums. 






No Churchman am 1 for to rail and to write,N6 statesman nor soldieffl 









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plot or to fight,No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big belly'd 







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bottle's the whole of my care. The Peer I don't envy T give him his bow T 




< scorn n< 



a club 


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scorn not the peasant tho ever so low; But a > 


b of good fel_lows like 






those that are here And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. 





Here passes the Squire on his brother - his horse; 
There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse; 
But see you the Crown how it waves in the air. 
There a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care. 
The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; 
For sweet consolation to church I did fly; 
f found that old Solomon proved it fair, 
That a big belly'd bottle's a cure for all care. 

I once was persuaded a venture to make, 
A letter ir.form'd mo that all was to wreck; 
But the purs; old landlord justwaddled up stairs, 
With a glorious bottie that ended my cares. 

Life's caree they arc comforts &' a maxim laid down 

B\ the Bard, what dye cail him, that wore the black gown; 
And faith I agree with th* old prig to a hair; 
For a big-belly 'd bottle's a heav'n of care. 

A Stanza added in a Mason Lodge: 
Then fill up a bumper and make it o'crflow. 
And honours Masonic prepare for to throw; 
May every true brother of th' Compass and Square 
Have a big belly'd bottle when harass'd with care. 

^ Young's Night Thoughts. 



The Highlanders lament 

A Soldier for gallant atcfcievcuiente renovvn'd, ftt-volv'd in des- 

Very Slow 



_ pair the campaigns of his youth;Then beating his ho c nm & sigh-ing- pro- 





feetf piF^jigin^jp 

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_found,That malire itself might have melted to ruth. Are these he exclaim'd the re_ 

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suits of ay t^]J,Jn *y T ant& obscurity thus to retjrePFor this did compassion re 

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strain me from spoil, When earth was all carnage and heaven was on fire? 



tr ft & ft ft 

The sun's bright effulgence, the fragrance of air 
The vari'd horizon henceforth T abhore, 
Give me death the sole boon of a wretch in dcfpair. 
Which fortune can offer or nature implore. 
To madness impelfd by his griefs as he spoke. 
And darting around him a look of disdain, 
Down headlong he leapt from a heaven towring rock, 
And sleeps where the wretched forbear to complain. 

Supposed to have been written in theyear 1746 

There's news lasses news. 
Written for this Work by Robert Burns. 



A little lively 


boat_fu o lads Come to 

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town to sell. Tht 




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an wants a cradle, An' the cradle wants a cod, An* I'll 






ied Un_til I get a nod. 

no gang to my bed 

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Father, quo she, Mither, quo' she, 

Do what ye can, 
I'll no gang to my bed 

Till I get a man. 
The wean &c. 

1 hae as gude a craft rig 
As made o' yird and stane; 

And waly fa' the ley-Crap 
For I maun till'd again. 
The wean &c. 



Hard is the fate of him who loves. 

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^90a Hard is the fate of him who loves, Yet d 

ares not tell his 



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trembling pain, Hut to the sympathetic groves, But to the lonely 

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listening plain. Oh, when she bless_es next your shade 




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when her foot _ steps next are seen, In flow* ry tracts a 


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-long the mead, In fresh _er ma/.-es o'er the green. 


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Ye gentle spirits of the vale, 
To whom the tears of love are dear, 
From dying lilies waft a gale, 
And sigh say sorrows in her ear. 
O, tell her what she cannot blame, 
Tho* fear my tongue must evej- bind; 
Oh, tell her, that my virtuous flame 
Is as her spotless soul refhVd. 

Not her own guardian angel eyea 
With chaster tenderness his care, 
Not purer her own wishes rise, 
Not holier her own sighs in pray'r. 
But if, at first, her virgin fear 
Should start at love's suspected name,, 
Wrtfrthat of friendship soothe her ear; 
True love- and friendship are the same 

Ye Muses nine, O lend your aid 


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bash .ful maid That s late_ly yield -ed up her heart, A conquest 

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to loves pow'rful dart. And now would fain at-tempt to sing, The 

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■^ of my High -land King, And now would fain at 


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Jamie, the pride of all the green, 
Is just my age, e'en gay fifteen: 
When firft I saw him, 'twas the day, 
That ushers in the sprightly May; 
When first T felt love's pow'rful sting, 
And sigh'd for my dear Highland King. 

With him for beauty, shape, and air, 
No other .shepherd can compare; 
Good nature, honesty, and truth. 

Adorn the dear, the matchless youth; 
And graces, more than I can sing. 
Bedeck my charming Highland King. 

Would once the dearest boy but say, 
t is you I love; come come away. 

Unto the kirk, my love, let's hy; 

Oh me in rapture, I'd comply! 

And I should then have cause to sing 

The praises of my Highland King. 


Nelly's Dream. 

N/an _ cy fighs for William on the deep 




I.oud fhe hears the tempeft howling, 
High fhe fees the billows roll, 
Lightnings flafh and thunders roaring, 
Spreading terror to each Pole. 
On the lea beach this beholding. 
Tremblingdreads her William, loft, 
Yes, fhe cries, he comes I fee him, 
O how palei'tis Williams Ghoft. 

Sighs and tears, and wild diffraction, 
Rend the maidens tender breaft, 
Williaml why my William fhun me, 
O my heart is fore oppreft. 
Oft you fwore you lovd me dearly, 
How have I your fa\our loft 
Bear me to him, rolling billows 
Let me clafp my Williams Ghoft. 

Nellys mind thus wildly raving, 
Deeply drown'd in fleep the while, 
William in the harbour landing, 
Went to meet his Nelly's finile, 
At her window gently calling, 
Wake my love, 'tis da}' almoft, 
Yes, fhe cry'd I'll come to thee, 
Yes, I'll follow William's Ghoft. 

Clear at length the fun was fhining, 
Sleep forfooK her death-like throne, 
Nelly ftarted from her flumbring, 
Glad her dream and night was gone. 
Fair and fpotlefs as the lily» 
Laden with the morning dew, 
Nelly ran to meet her William, 
With a heart both kind and true. 

O that I had ne'er been Married. 
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Waefu' Want and Hunger fley me, 
Glowrin by the hallan en; 

Sair I fecht them at the door, 

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For first the bairns raise frae their bed, 

And for a piece did ca', 
Then how could I attend vny work, 

Who had to answer a' 
There was nae luck,&c. 

Their hands and faces was to wash, 

And coaties to put on, 
When every dud lay here and there-, 

Which vexed honest John. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

He made the pottage wanting salt, 

The kail sm'g'd in the pot, 
The cutties lay under his feet, 

And cogs they seem'd to rot. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

The hen and birds went to the fields, 
The glaid she whipt up twa, 

The cow wanting her chaff and stra', 
Stood routing thro' the wa\ 
There was nae luck,&c. 

The bairns fought upon the floor. 

And on the fire did fa'; 
Which vex'd the heart o' honest John, 

When Maggy was awa*. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

With bitten fingers and cutted thumbs, 
And scriechs which pierc'd the skies, 

Which drove his patience to an end, 
Wish'd d.eath to close their eyes. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

Then went to please them with a scon, 

And so he burnt it black, 
Ran to the well with twa new cans, 

But none of them came back. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

The hens went to the neighbours house, 
And there they laid their eggs, 

When simple John reprovd them fort, 
They broke poor chuckies legs .- 
There was nae luck, &c. 

He little thought of Maggys toil, 

As she was by the fire, 
But when he got a trial o't, 

He soon began to tire. 
There was nae luck,&c." 

First when he got the task in hand, 
He thought all would go right, 

But O he little wages had, 
On Saturday at night. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

He had no gain from wheel or reel, 

Nbr yarn had he to sell, 
He wish'd for Maggy ha me again, 

Being out of money and meal. 
There was nae luck,&c. 

The deil gade o'er Jock Wabster, 

His loss he could not tell. 
But when he wanted Maggy's help, 

He did nae good himself 
There was nae luck,&c. 

Another want I do not name, 

A night he got no ease, 
But tumbla" grumbl'd in his bed, 

A fighting wi' the flaes. 
There was nae luck, fee. 

Wishing for Maggy's muckle hips, 
Whereon the tines might feast, 

And for to be goodwife again. 
He swore it was nae jest. 
There was nae luck, Ac. 



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* 'Now, Will ie, gif you luve me weel, 

As sae it seems to me, 
Gar build, gar build a bonny ship, 

Oar build it speed ilie. 

And we wilt sail the sea sae green. 

Unto some far countrie, 
Or we*ll sail to some bonie isle 

Stands lanely midst the sea!' 

Was never man in a lady 8 bower 
When she was travelling?' 

He's stepped three steps down the stair, 

Upon the marble stane: 
Sae loud's he heard his young son's greet 

But and his lady's mane! 

"Now come, now come, Willie, she said, 
Talc your young son frae me, 
But lang or ere the ship was built, And hie him to your mother's bower 

Or deck'd, or rigged out, 
Came sick a pain in Annet's back. 
That down she cou'd na lout. 

"Now, Willie, gif ye luve me weel, 

As sae it seems to me, 
O haste, haste, bring me to vay bow'r, 

And my bow'r maidens three'.' 

With speed and privacie. 

He's taen his young son in his arms, 
He's kiss'd him cheek and chin, 

He's hied him to his mother's bower 
By the ae light of the moon. 

And with him came the bold Baron, 
And he spake up wi' pride, 

"Gar seek, gar seek the bower maidens 
Gar busk, gar busk the bride . 

He's taen her in his arms twa, 

And kiss'd her cheek and chin; 
He's brocht her to her ain sweet bow'r, 

But nae bow'r- maid was in. "My maidens, easy with my back, 

And easy with my side. 
"Now, leave my bower, Willie, she said, O set my saddle saft.Willie, 

Now leave me to my lane; I am a tender bride. 


O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet 
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Chorus, Mally's meek &c. 
It were mair meet, that those fine feet 
Were weel lacd up in silken shoon, 
And twere more fit that she should sit, 
Within yon chariot gilt aboon. 

Chorus, Mally's meek &c . 
Her yellow hair, beyond compare. 
Comes trinkling down her swan white neck, 
And her two eyes like stars in skies, 
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck. 


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Life to me is not more dear, These are part of Jessys charms 

Than the hour brings Jessy here, Which the bosom ever warms 

Death 6o much I do not fear 
Ax the parting moment near. 
Summer smiles is not so sweet. 
As the bloom upon your cheek, 
Nor the chrystaldew so clear. 
As your eyes to 'me appear. 

But the charms by which I'm stung, 

Comes, O Jessy, from thy tongue. 

Jessy be no longer coy, 

Let me taste a lovers joy, 

With your hand remove the dart ^ 

And heal the wound thats in my heart. 

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I care na for your witching tongue, 
Which plearts a* an pierces some, 
Until I hear that tongue declare 
Nane but mysel your heart shall shore 
An gin that saft a^' melting ee, 
Doth beam on me an onlv me 
My fate is seal'd, then I am thine 
An let me die when T repine. 


Good night and joy be wi' yon a*. 


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a my friends as yet.Gude night and joy be wi' you a'. 

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A DllCll! a heart -warm, fond adieu 

Dear brothers of the mystic tyel 
Ye favourd,ye enlighten'd Few, 

Companions of my social joy. 
Tho' 1 to foreign lands must hie, 

Pursuing Fortun's slidd'ry ba, 
With melting heart, and brimful eye 

I'll mind you still, tho' far awa*. 


'. May Freedom, Harmony, and Love. 
Unite you in the grand Design, 
Beneath th' Omniscient Y\ e above. 
The glorious Architect Divine. 
That }flu may keep th* unerring line, 
Still rising by the plummets law, 
, Till Order bright completely shine. 
Shall be my pray r when far awa'. 

Oft have 1 met your social Band. And You.farewelll whose merits claim. 

And spent the chearful, festive night; Justly that highest badge to wear! 
Oft.honour'd with supreme command, Heav'n bless your honour'd, noble Nam*, 

Presided o'er the Sons of light: To Masonry and Scotia dear! 

And by that Hieroglyphic bright, A last request permit me here, 

Which none but Craftsmen ever sawl When yearly ye assemble a*, 
Strong Mem'rv on my heart shall write One round, I ask it with a tear. 

Those happy scenes when far awa'l To him, the Baid thats far awa. 

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