But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less,
The deil tak his taste to gae near her!

He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could
bear her,

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

But a' the niest week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there!
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neebors might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.

I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin,

And how my auld shoon fitted her shachl't feet-
But, Heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, Heavens! how he fell a swearin.

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

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

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

I think I maun wed him to-morrow.

HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER.

TUNE-" BALINAMONA ORA."

WA 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.

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. Then hey, &c.

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. Then hey, &c.

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ALTHOUGH THOU MAUN NEVER BE

MINE.

TUNE "HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S

AWA, HINEY."

CHORUS.

ERE'S a health to ane I lo'e dear,

Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear;

Thou art as 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;
"Tis sweeter for thee despairing

Than aught in the world beside-Jessy!
Here's a health, &c.

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 lockt in thy arms-Jessy!
Here's a health, &c.

I guess by the dear angel smile,

I guess by the love-rolling e'e;
But why urge the tender confession
'Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree-Jessy!
Here's a health, &c.

THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.

B

CHORUS.

CONNIE lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will
ye go,

Bonnie lassie, will ye go to the Birks of
Aberfeldy?

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays,
Come let us spend the lightsome days
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blithely sing,

Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep roaring fa's,
O'er-hung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,
The Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers,
White o'er the linns the burnie pours,
And rising, weets wi' misty showers
The Birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonnie lassie, &c.

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Let fortune's gifts at random flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me,
Supremely blest wi' love and thee,
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER.

TUNE-" MORAG."

OUD blaw the frosty breezes,

The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,

Since my young Highland Rover
Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May Heaven be his warden;
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon!

The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blithely singing,
And every flower be springing.
Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty warden
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.