The Cure for all Care. Although he has left me for greed o' the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win; 211 THE CURE FOR ALL CARE. TUNE-"Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern let's fly." The peer I don't envy,-I give him his bow: Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse: There centum per centum, the cit with his purse; But see you The Crown, how it waves in the air! There a big-bellied bottle still eases my care. The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make,— "Life's cares they are comforts"*- -a maxim laid down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; An', faith, I agree with th' old prig to a hair; ADDED IN A MASON'S LODGE. Then fill up a bumper, an' make it o'erflow, AMANG THE TREES. TUNE-"The King of France, he rade a race." AMANG the trees where humming bees Yo ungs Night Thoughts. It is na, Jean, thy bonnie Face. 'Twas pibroch, sang, strathspey, or reels, Their capon craws had queer ha, ha's! That dang them tapsalteerie, O. 213 IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONNIE FACE. TUNE-"The maid's complaint." Ir is na, Jean, thy bonnie face Nor shape that I admire, To praise, to love, I find; Nae mair ungen'rous wish I ha'e, At least to see thee blest. Content am I, if Heaven shall give But happiness to thee; And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, BONNIE PEGGY ALISON. TUNE-"Braes o' Balquhidder." CHORUS. I'LL kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee owre again: An' I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonnie Peggy Alison! Ilk care an' fear, when thou art near, When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, I clasp my countless treasure, O; I seek nae mair o' heaven to share Than sic a moment's pleasure, O! Sae far awa'. An' by thy een sae bonnie blue, I swear I'm thine for ever, O!— An' on thy lips I seal my vow, An' break it shall I never, O! SAE FAR AWA'. TUNE-"Dalkeith Maiden Bridge." OH, sad and heavy should I part, How true is love to pure desert, 215 |