AS I CAME IN BY OUR GATE END.

As I came in by our gate end,

As day was waxin' weary,

O wha cam tripping down the street
But bonnie Peg, my dearie!

Her air sae sweet, and shape complete,
Wi' nae proportion wanting,
The queen of love did never move
Wi' motion mair enchanting.

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
A-down yon winding river;

And, oh! that hour and broomy bower,
Can I forget it ever?

WEE WILLIE GRAY.

WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;

Peel a willie wand to be him boots and jacket;

The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet, The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet.

Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,

Twice a lily-flower will be him sark and cravat;
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet,

Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet.

AE DAY A BRAW WOOER.*

Tune-" The Lothian Lassie."

AE day a braw wooer came down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me ;

But I said there was naething I hated like men,
The deuce gae wi' him to believe me, believe me,
The deuce gae wi' him to believe me.

A well stocket mailen, himsel o't the laird,
And bridal affhand was the proffer;

I never loot on that I kenn'd or I car'd,

But I thought I might get a waur offer, waur offer,
But thought I might get a waur offer.

He spak o' the darts o' my bonny black een,
And O for my love he was deein' ;

I said he might die when he liked for Jean,
The Gude forgie me for liein', for liein',
The Gude forgie me for liein'.

But what do you think? in a fortnight or less,
The deil's in his taste to gae near her,

He's down to the castle to black cousin Bess,

Think how the jade I could endure her, endure her,
Think how the jade I could endure her?

And a' the niest week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryst o' Dulgarlock;

And wha but my braw fickle wooer was there,

Wha glower'd as if he'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
Wha glower'd as if he'd seen a warlock.

This is the set of the song which Burns sent to the 'Museum;' but he afterwards made some verbal emendations on it, and sent it to Thomson's work.-M.

Out ower my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neighbours should think I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,

And vow'd that I was a dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd that I was a dear lassie.

I speir'd for my cousin, fu' couthie and sweet,
And if she'd recover'd her hearin';

And how my auld shoon fitted her shachel'd feet;
Gude save us how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
Gude save us how he fell a swearin.

He begg'd me for gudesake, that I'd be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;

And just to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I will wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I will wed him to-morrow.

GUDE E'EN TO YOU, KIMMER.*

Tune-"We're a' noddin."

GUDE e'en to you, kimmer,

And how do ye do?

Hiccup, quo' kimmer,

The better that I'm fou.

We're a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin,

We're a' noddin at our house at hame.

We're a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin,

We're a' noddin at our house at hame.

* This is an old song, which Burns trimmed up for the 'Museum,' where it was first published.-M.

Kate sits i' the neuk
Suppin' hen-broo;

Deil tak Kate

An she be na noddin too!
We're a' noddin, &c.

How's a' wi' you, kimmer,
And how do ye fare?
A pint o' the best o't,
And twa pints mair.

We're a' noddin, &c.

How's a' wi' you, kimmer, And how do ye thrive? How mony bairns hae ye? Quo' kimmer, I hae five. We're a' noddin, &c.

Are they a' Johnny's?
Eh! atweel na ;

Twa o' them were gotten

When Johnny was awa.
We're a' noddin, &c.

Cats like milk

And dogs like broo :

Lads like lasses weel,

And lasses lads too

We're a' noddin, &c.

SCROGGAM.*

THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen,
Scroggam;

She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen;
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

The guidwife's dochter fell in a fever,
Scroggam;

The priest o' the parish fell in anither,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

They laid the twa i' the bed thegither,

Scroggam;

That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither, Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,

Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.

CHORUS.

Robin shure in hairst,

I shure wi' him;
Fient a heuk had I,

Yet I stack by him.

I GAED up to Dunse

To warp a wab o' plaiden;

At his daddie's yett

Wha met me but Robin.

This is ascribed to Burns in the Museum,' v. 5.