But, take my word, 'tis then o'er late A maiden auld her hooks may bait "An unco prize forsooth ye are ; "But Jenny, look at aunty Kate, Wha is a maiden auld, I's warrant she repented late When wooers' hearts grew cauld. "That's better than to sit at hame Wi' saut tears i' my ee; An ape I think's an harmless thing To sic a thing as ye. Good men are chang'd frae wooers sair, And naething do but slight; A wife becomes a drudge o' care, And never's in the right. "There's bonny Tibby o' the glen, And Annie o' the hill, Their beauty crazed baith their men, But now they watch their lordies' frowns, 'Tis tyranny that wedlock crowns, O JENNY DEAR, THE WORD IS GANE. AIR-Cauld and Raw. O Jenny dear, the word is gane, That ye are unco saucy, And that ye think this race o' men Deserves na sic a lassie. Troth! gin ye wait till men are made I fear ye'll wait till it be said— The men agree to gie ye choice,— He plays his pranks, he curls his hair, A dawted monkey does nae mair Than ape the tricks o' fashion. Now Sandy he affects the bear, And growls at a' that's pleasing; That air provokes his teasing: Then Colin, too, although polite, Now Jockey he has wit at will, He sings, he plays, he dances, He's aye sae blithe, he's certain still To hit the young ane's fancies; His words they flow wi' gracefu' ease, They speak a heart maist tender; Yet underneath these words that please There lurks a sad offender. Not a' the wealth o' rich Peru Could keep poor James frae fretting; The gentlest gales that ever blew What can I do, gin apes below To lead should be my station, Although ilk ape should prove some beau O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART. O there is not a sharper dart Can pierce the mourner's suffering heart, I almost as a sister lov'd thee, And thought that nothing could have mov'd thee! But, like the dewdrops on a spray That shrinks before the morning ray,— Like the frail sunshine on the stream, Thy friendship faded as a dream. When sickness and when sorrow tried me, I AM OF A TEMPER FIXED AS A DECREE. I am of a temper fixed as a decree, Resolv'd with myself to live happy and free; My life thus moves on amid freedom and ease, When money comes in, pleas'd I live till 'tis gone, With mirth to my labour the hours sweetly pass, I'LL HAE A NEW COATIE. AIR-We'll a' to Newcastle by Wylam way. I'll hae a new coatie when Willie comes hame, |