Lady Mary Ann was a flower i' the dew,
Sweet was its smell, and bonnie was its hue;
And the langer it blossomed the sweeter it grew:
For the lily in the bud will be bonnier yet.
Young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout of an aik;
Bonnie and bloomin' and straught was its make:
The sun took delight to shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag o' the forest yet.

The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green,
And the days are awa that we hae seen;
But far better days I trust will come again,
For my bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet.

longer

oak

straight

boast

gone

away

KENMURE'S ON AND AWA.

TUNE-O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie.

O KENMURE's on and awa, Willie !
O Kenmure's on and awa!

And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.

Success to Kenmure's band, Willie !
Success to Kenmure's band;

There's no a heart that fears a Whig
That rides by Kenmure's hand.

Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie !
Here's Kenmure's health in wine;

There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude,
Nor yet o' Gordon's line.

O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie !

O Kenmure's lads are men;

Their hearts and swords are metal true

And that their faes shall ken.

They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie !
They'll live or die wi' fame;

But soon, wi' sounding victorie,

May Kenmure's lord come hame.

Here's him that's far awa, Willie !

Here's him that's far awa!

away

foes, know

And here's the flower that I love best

The rose that's like the snaw!

SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION.

TUNE-A Parcel of Rogues in a Nation.

FAREWELL to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory,

snow

Fareweel even to the Scottish name,

Sae famed in martial story.

Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,

To mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

What force or guile could not subdue
Through many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitors' wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;

But English gold has been our bane-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

O would, ere I had seen the day
That treason thus could fell us,
My auld gray head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!

But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll make this declaration;

We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

THE CARLES OF DYSART.

TUNE-Hey, ca' through.

UP wi' the carles o' Dysart,
And the lads o' Buckhaven,

runs

lain

men

And the kimmers o' Largo,
And the lasses o' Leven.

Hey, ca' through, ca' through,
For we hae mickle ado;
Hey, ca' through, ca' through,
For we hae mickle ado.

We hae tales to tell,

And we hae sangs to sing;

We hae pennies to spend,
And we hae pints to bring.

We'll live a' our days,

gossips

much

have

And them that come behin',

Let them do the like,

And spend the gear they win.

wealth

THE SLAVE'S LAMENT.

IT was in Sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
For the lands of Virginia, O;

Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,
And alas I am weary, weary, O!

All on that charming coast is no bitter snow or frost,
Like the lands of Virginia, O;

There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas I am weary, weary, O!

The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,

In the lands of Virginia, O;

And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear, And alas I am weary, weary, O!

COMING THROUGH THE RYE.

TUNE-Coming Through the Rye.

COMING through the rye, poor body,

Coming through the rye,

She draiglet a' her petticoatie,
Coming through the rye.
Jenny's a' wat, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;

She draiglet a' her petticoatie,
Coming through the rye.

Gin a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,

Gin a body kiss a body,

Need the world ken?

YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE PLAIN.

TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen.

YOUNG Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain;
Through a' our lasses he did rove,
And reigned resistless king of love:
But now wi' sighs and starting tears,
He strays amang the woods and briers;
Or in the glens and rocky caves
He sad complaining dowie raves:

I wha sae late did range and rove,
And changed with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
The slighted maids my torment see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair!

mournful

who so

suffer

more

THE CARDIN' O'T.

TUNE-Salt-fish and Dumplings.

I COFT a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a coat to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo;
I loe him best of ony yet.
The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,

The tailor staw the lynin' o't.

For though his locks be lyart gray,
And though his brow be beld aboon;

Yet I hae seen him on a day,

The pride of a' the parishen.

bought, stone, finest

love, any

every

stole, lining

mixed

bald, above

parish

Her hair was like the gowd sae fine,
Her teeth were like the ivorie,
Her cheeks like lillies dipt in wine,

The lass that made the bed to me.

Her bosom was the drifted snaw,

Her limbs like marble fair to see; A finer form nane ever saw

Than hers that made the bed to me.

She made the bed baith lang and braid,
Wi' twa white hands she spread it down,
She bade "Guid-night," and smiling said:
"I hope ye'll sleep baith saft and soun""

Upon the morrow, when I raise,

I thanked her for her courtesie; A blush cam o'er the comely face

Of her that made the bed for me.

I clasped her waist and kissed her syne;
The tear stude twinkling in her ee;
"O dearest maid, gin ye'll be mine,
Ye aye sall mak the bed to me."

gold so

none

both, broad

two

Boft

then stood, eye

if shall

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. TUNE-If thou'lt play me fair play. THE bonniest lad that e'er I saw, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie, Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw, Bonnie Highland laddie.

On his head a bonnet blue,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
His royal heart was firm and true,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Trumpets sound, and cannons roar,
Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie;
And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,
Bonnie Lowland lassie,

Glory, honour, now invite,

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie,
For freedom and my king to fight,
Bonnie Lowland lassie.

The sun a backward course shall take,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Ere aught thy manly courage shake,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Go! for yourself procure renown,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
And for your lawful king his crown,
Bonnie Highland laddie.