My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, Yestreen at the valentine's dealing, The last Halloween I was waukin, My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry ; Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL. O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty; My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree; It's a' for the liney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller, He can na hae luve to spare for me. Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timnier o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frac me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. THEN GUIDWIFE COUNT THE Gane is the day and mirk's the night, Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, My coggie is a haly pool, That heals the wounds of care and dool; WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI AN AULD MAN. What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man! Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang ; He's doyl't and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen, Oh, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! Vol. II. I He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart-break him, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan, THE BONNIE WEE THING. Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Wishfully I look and languish Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, To adore thee is my duty, Goddess of this soul o' mine! O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM! Tune-" The Moudiewort," An O, for ane and twenty, Tam! An hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang, An I saw ane and twenty, Tam. They snool me sair, and haud me down, But three short years will soon wheel roun', A gleib o' lan', a elaut o' gear, At kith or kin I need na spier, c. They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, BESS AND HER SPINNING WHEEL. O leeze me on my spinning wheel, O leeze on my rock and reel; Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien, On ilka hand the burnies trot, The sun blinks kindly in the biel', On lofty aiks the cushats wail, The lintwhites in the hazel braes, Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy, O wha would leave this humble state, Amid their cumbrous dinsome joys; COUNTRY LASSIE. In simmer when the hay was mawn, Says I'll be wed, come o't what will; Its ye hae wooers mony ane, And, lassie, ye're but young ye ken; Then wait a wee, and cannie wale A routhie butt, a routhie ben: There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen, It's plenty beets the luver's fire. For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, I dinna care a single flie; He loes sae weel his craps and kye He has nae luve to spare for me: |