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OUR thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair,
And bonnie bloom'd our roses;
But Whigs came like a frost in June,
And wither'd a' our posies.

Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust-
Deil blin' them wi' the stour o't;
And write their name 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.

Awa, Whigs, awa!

Awa, Whigs, awa!

Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae guid at a'.

WHERE HAE YE BEEN.

WHERE hae

Tune "Killicrankie."

ye been sae braw, lad?

Where hae ye been sae brankie, O? O, where hae ye been sae braw, lad? Cam ye by Killicrankie, O?

An ye
Ye wadna been sae cantie, O;
ye had seen what I hae seen,
On the braes o' Killicrankie, 0.

had been where I hae been,

An

I fought at land, I fought at sea;
At hame I fought my auntie, O;
But I met the devil and Dundee,
On the braes o' Killicrankie, O.
The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr,

And Clavers got a clankie, O;
Or I had fed an Athole gled
On the braes o' Killicrankie, O.

O GUDE ALE COMES.*

O GUDE ale comes and gude ale goes
1 Gude ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
I had sax owsen in a pleugh,
They drew a' weel eneugh;
I sell'd them a' just ane by ane,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.

Gude ale hauds me bare and busy,
Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie
Stand i' the stool when I hae done,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
O gude ale comes and gude ale goes,
Gude ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.

* Burns made only a few slight verbal emendations on this old song, to suit it for publication in the Museum.-M.

SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.

Tune-"Aye waukin O."

SIMMER'S a pleasant time,

Flow'rs of ev'ry colour;
The water rins o'er the heugh,
And I long for my true lover.
Aye waukin O,

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 sleepin';

I think on my bonnie lad,

And I bleer my een with greetin'.
Aye waukin O,

Waukin still and wearie :

Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie.

JAMIE, COME TRY ME.

Tune-" Jamie, come try me."

CHORUS.

Jamie, come try me,

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

Jamie, come try me.

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This is ascribed to Burns by Mr Cromek, who found it in the poet's handwriting among the papers of Johnson, the publisher of the Museum. Burns never acknowledged it.-M.

O mount and go,

Mount and make you ready :

O mount and go,

And be the captain's lady.

BEWARE O' BONNIE ANN.*

Tune-" Ye gallants bright."

YE gallants bright, I red ye right,
Beware o' bonnie Ann;

Her comely face, sae fu' o' grace,
Your heart she will trepan.

Her een sae bright, like stars by night,
Her skin is like the swan ;

Sae jimply laced her genty waist,
That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, grace, and love attendant move
And pleasure leads the van;

In a' their charms and conquering arms,
They wait on bonnie Ann.

The captive bands may chain the hands,

But love enslaves the man ;

Ye gallants braw, I red ye a'

Beware o' bonnie Ann.

The heroine of this song was Ann Masterton, daughter of Allan Masterton, one of the poet's steadfast friends, and author of the air of Strathallan's Lament.-M.

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