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MY HOGGIE.

MY HOGGIE.

WHAT will I do gin my hoggie1 die,
My joy, my pride, my hoggie?
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And oh, but I was vogie.

The lee-lang night we watched the fauld,
Me and my faithfu' doggie,

We heard nought but the roaring linn,
Amang the braes sae scroggie.2

But the howlet cried frae the castle wa',

The blutter frae the boggie,

The tod replied upon the hill

I trembled for my hoggie.

vain

mire-snipe

When day did daw and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggie,

fox

An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke, strange dog-wall And maist has killed my hoggie.

1" Hoggie, a young sheep after it is smeared, and before it is first shorn."-STENHOUSE.

2 Full of stunted bushes.

SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.

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SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.

TUNE-Aye Waukin 0.

This is an old song, upon which Burns appears to have made only a few alterations.

SIMMER'S a pleasant time,
Flowers of every colour;

The water rins o'er the heugh,
And I long for my true lover.
Aye waukin 0,

Waukin still and wearie:

Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie.

When I sleep I dream,

When I wauk I'm eerie :

Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the lave are sleeping;

I think on my bonny lad,

And bleer my e'en wi' greetin'.

fall

timorous

rest

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FIRST WHEN MAGGY WAS MY CARE.

FIRST WHEN MAGGY WAS MY CARE.

TUNE-Whistle o'er the Lave o't.

FIRST when Maggy was my care,
Heaven I thought was in her air;
Now we're married. spier nae mair
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Bonny Meg was Nature's child;
Wiser men than me's beguiled

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we 'gree,
I care na by how few may see
Whistle o'er the lave o't.
Wha I wish were maggots' meat,
Dished up in her winding-sheet,

I could write

but Meg maun see't

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

AWA', WHIGS, AWA'!

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JAMIE, COME TRY ME.

JAMIE, come try me;

Jamie, come try me;
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

If thou should ask my love,
Could I deny thee?
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

If thou should kiss me, love,
Wha could espy thee?

If thou would be my love,
Jamie, come try me.

AWA', WHIGS, AWA'!

TUNE-Awa', Whigs, awa'.

The second and last stanzas only are by Burns; the rest is from an old Jacobite song.

CHORUS.

AWA', Whigs, awa'!

Awa', Whigs, awa'!

Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,

Ye'll do nae good at a'.

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WHARE HAE YE BEEN?

Our thrissles flourished fresh and fair,
And bonny bloomed our roses;
But Whigs came like a frost in June,
And withered a' our posies.

Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust

--

dust

Deil blin' them wi' the stour o't;
And write their names in his black beuk,
Wha gae the Whigs the power o't.

Our sad decay in Church and State
Surpasses my descriving;
The Whigs came o'er us for a curse,
And we hae done wi' thriving.

Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap,
But we may see him wauken;
Gude help the day when royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin!

hare

WHERE HAE YE BEEN?

TUNE-Killiecrankie.

"The chorus of this song is old; the rest of it was written by Burns." - STENHOUSE.

WHARE hae ye been sae braw, lad?

Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O? pranked