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My daddie says, gin I'U forsake him,
He'll gie me good hunder marks ten : But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen ?
Yestreen at the valentine's dealing,
My heart to my mou gied a sten; For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written Tam Glen.
The last Halloween I was waukin,
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; His likeness cam up the house staukin,
Aud the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry ;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, 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 ;
And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my love I ken brawlie,
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,
My tucher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin,
Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o'yon rotten wood,
Ye're like to the bark o'yon rotten tree, Ve'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
There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
Then guidwife count, &c.
Then guidwife count, doc,
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 birples 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!
He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,
I never can please him, do a' that I can ; He's peevish, and jealous of a'the young fellows,
Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man !
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
THE BONNIE WEE THING.
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, was thou mine; I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.
Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonnie face of thine ;
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,
In ae constellation shine;
Bonnie wee, c.
O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM!
on 0, 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,
An gar me look like bluntie, Tam!
An 0, for ane, c.
A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear,
Was left me by my auntie, Tam ;
An 0, for ane, &c.
They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho' I mysel hae plenty, Tam;
An 0, for ane, &c.
BESS AND HER SPINNING WHEEL.
leeze me on my spinning wheel,
On ilka hand the burnies trot,
On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
The lintwhites in the hazel braes,
Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy,
In simmer when the hay was mawn,
And corn waved green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the lee,
And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blythe Bessy in the milking shiel,
Says I'll be wed, come what will ; Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild,
Ogude advisement comes nae ill.
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.
I dinna care a single flie ;
He has nae luve to spare for me :