O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; An hungry care's an unco care: Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill. O, gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve The gowd and siller canna buy: We may be poor-Robie and I; Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy; What mair hae queens upon a throne? XXXI. FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty That hangs his head, and a' that? Our toils obscure, and a' that, What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word He's but a coof for a' that; For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, A prince can mak a belted knight, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. XXXII. TUNE-Corn rigs are bonnie. It was upon a Lammas night, The time flew by wi' tentless heed, The sky was blue, the wind was still, I ken'd her heart was a' my ain; I lock'd her in my fond embrace; But by the moon and stars so bright, I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear; I hae been joyfu' gathering gear; But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, CHORUS. O corn rigs, an' barley rigs, XXXIII. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, John Anderson my jo, John, XXXIV. LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS. TUNE-Rothiemurchus's Rant. CHORUS. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And when the welcome simmer-shower Lassie wi', &c. When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, Lassie wi', &c. And when the howling wintry blast |