A well-stocked mailen-himsel for the laird- But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers; farm noticed, knew But what wad ye think?-in a fortnight or less, But a' the neist week as I fretted wi' care, I speered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, worse would no, go next went, fair who stared o'er, shoulder, gave neighbours And how my auld shoon fitted her shachl't feet, He begged for ONYSAKE I'd be his wife, So e'en to preserve the poor body in life, loving if shoes, distorted I think maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow; must I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place: 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, It may escape the courtly sparks, NOW SPRING HAS CLAD. Now Spring has clad the grove in green, The furrowed waving corn is seen While ilka thing in nature join 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, Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot, Was mine; till love has o'er me past, And now beneath the withering blast The wakened laverock warbling springs, Winnowing blithe her dewy wings no lark U As little recked I sorrow's power, O' witching love, in luckless hour, O had my fate been Greenland snows, 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; It shaded frae the e'enin' sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green; They witnessed in their shade yestreen. All in its rude and prickly bower, That crimson rose, how sweet and fair; so, from last night The pathless wild and wimpling burn, winding And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn, HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER. TUNE-Balinamona ora. AWA wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, 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, But the rapturous charm o' the bonnie green knowes, knolls each, ewes And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest, 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, must 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside-Jessy! I mourn through the gay, gaudy day, FAIREST MAID ON DEVON BANKS. CHORUS. FAIREST maid on Devon Banks, And smile as thou were wont to do? Full well thou know'st I love thee dear, Then come, thou fairest of the fair, CALEDONIA. TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's Delight. THERE was once a day-but old Time then was young- (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. They darkened the air, and they plundered the land; The fell harpy-raven took wing from the North, To wanton in carnage, and wallow in gore: As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell. |