A well-stocked mailen-himsel for the laird-
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
I never loot on that I kenned it, or cared,

But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers;
But thought I might hae waur offers.

farm

noticed, knew

But what wad ye think?-in a fortnight or less,
NAE PRAISE TO his taste to gae near her!
He up the Gateslack to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, thejad! I could bear her, could bear her;
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

But a' the neist week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there!
I glowred as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock!
I glowred as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther Igae him a blink,
Lest neibors might say I was saucy,
My wooer he capered as he'd been in drink,
And vowed I was his dear lassie, dear lassie ;
And vowed I was his dear lassie.

I speered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin',

worse

would

no, go

next

went, fair who stared

o'er, shoulder, gave neighbours

And how my auld shoon fitted her shachl't feet,
BUT HECH! how he fell a swearin', a swearin';
BUT HECH! how he fell a swearin'.

He begged for ONYSAKE I'd be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

loving if

shoes, distorted

I think maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow;
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.

must

I see a form, I see a face,

Ye weel may wi' the fairest place:
It wants, to me, the witching grace,
The kind love that's in her ee.

She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,

And lang has had my heart in thrall;

And aye it charms my very saul,

The kind love that's in her ee,

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink, by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lovers' een,
When kind love is in the ee.

It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clerks;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her ee.

NOW SPRING HAS CLAD.

Now Spring has clad the grove in green,
And strewed the lea wi' flowers:

The furrowed waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers;

While ilka thing in nature join
Their sorrows to forego,

long

soul

so sly

quick, eyes

every

O why thus all alone are mine

The weary steps of wo!

The little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,

Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,

Was mine; till love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom,

And now beneath the withering blast
My youth and joy consume.

The wakened laverock warbling springs,
And climbs the early sky,

Winnowing blithe her dewy wings
In morning's rosy eye.

no

lark

U

As little recked I sorrow's power,
Until the flowery snare

O' witching love, in luckless hour,
Made me the thrall o' care.

O had my fate been Greenland snows,
Or Afric's burning zone,

Wi' man and nature leagued my foes,

So Peggy ne'er I'd known!

The wretch whase doom is, "hope nae mair," whose, no more

What tongue his woes can tell!

Within whase bosom, save despair,

Nae kinder spirits dwell.

O BONNIE WAS YON ROSY BRIER.

O BONNIE was yon rosy brier,

That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man;
And bonnie she, and ah! how dear!

It shaded frae the e'enin' sun.

Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,

How pure amang the leaves sae green;
But purer was the lover's vow

They witnessed in their shade yestreen.

All in its rude and prickly bower,

That crimson rose, how sweet and fair;
But love is far a sweeter flower
Amid life's thorny path o' care.

so, from

last night

The pathless wild and wimpling burn,
Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine;

winding

And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn,
Its joys and griefs alike resign.

HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER.

TUNE-Balinamona ora.

AWA wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,
The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms:
O gie me the lass that has acres o' charms,
O gie me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms.

CHORUS.

Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher, then hey for a lass

wi' a tocher;

Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher-the nice yellow

guineas for me.

away

give

well-stocked

dower

Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:

But the rapturous charm o' the bonnie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonnie white yowes.

knolls

each, ewes

And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest,
The brightest o' beauty may cloy, when possest;
But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie imprest,
The langer ye hae them, the mair they're carest.

longer, have, [more

JESSY.

CHORUS.

HERE'S a health to ane I loe dear!

one, love

Here's a health to ane I loe dear!

Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,

And soft as their parting tear-Jessy!

Although thou maun never be mine,
Although even hope is denied:

must

'Tis sweeter for thee despairing,

Than aught in the world beside-Jessy!

I mourn through the gay, gaudy day,
As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms;
But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber,
For then I am lock't in thy arms-Jessy!

FAIREST MAID ON DEVON BANKS.
TUNE-Rothemurchie.

CHORUS.

FAIREST maid on Devon Banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,

And smile as thou were wont to do?

Full well thou know'st I love thee dear,
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear?
Oh, did not love exclaim: "Forbear,
Nor use a faithful lover so !"

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, oh, let me share!
And by thy beautous self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know.

CALEDONIA.

TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's Delight.

THERE was once a day-but old Time then was young-
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung

(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine ?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,

To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heavenly relations there fixèd her reign,

And pledged her their godheads to warrant it good.

A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,

The pride of her kindred the heroine grew: Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore,

"Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue !" With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,

To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn;

But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,

Her darling amusement the hounds and the horn.
Long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand:
Repeated, successive, for many long years,

They darkened the air, and they plundered the land;
Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
They'd conquered and ruined a world beside;
She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly-
The daring invaders they fled or they died.

The fell harpy-raven took wing from the North,
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;
The wild Scandinavian boar issued forth

To wanton in carnage, and wallow in gore:
O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevailed,
No arts could appease them, no arms could repol;
But brave Caledonia in vain they assailed,

As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell.