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Tibbie, I ha'e seen the day.
I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
But sorrow tak' him that's sae mean,
That looks sae proud and high.
Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart,
But if he ha'e the name o' gear,
But, Tibbie, lass, tak' my advice,
There lives a lass in yonder park,
Ye need na look sae high.
LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE. TUNE-"The auld man wad be married."
["These words are mine."-Burns in his Reliques.]
Louis, what reck I by thee,
Let her crown my love her law,
THE HIGHLAND LASSIE.
TUNE "The deuks dang o'er my daddie."
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Oh, were yon hills an' valleys mine,
I bear my Highland lassie, O.
But fickle fortune frowns on me,
Altho' thro' foreign climes I
range, I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honour's glow, My faithful Highland lassie, O.
For her I'll dare the billows' roar,
She has my heart, she has my hand,
Farewell the glen sae bushy, O!
TO THEE, LOV'D NITH.
To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes,
THERE were three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high; And they ha'e sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head;
And they ha'e sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
*This is partly composed on the plan of an old song known by the