...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy...

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...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha", To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' Tho' this...

...despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy ! " The conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...thee my Fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said...

...beside — Jessy!" The conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the tremblingwstring The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took us wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast...

...my fame up with a shriek, like dames Who dread to soil their slippers. MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...my fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely —...

...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this...

...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bid the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',. To thee my fancy took its wing ; I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this...

...frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard nor saw: Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town,...

...glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor. How blythely wad I byde the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison ! Yestreen, when to the stented string The dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but...