Tho' warl's care we share o't, HIGHLAND MARY. TUNE "Katharine Ogie." YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfaulds her robes, An' there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, As underneath their fragrant shade Auld Rob Morris. Wi' mony a vow an' lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender; An', pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursel's asunder; But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay Oh pale, pale, now, those rosy lips, 47 AULD ROB MORRIS. TUNE-"Jock, the laird's brother." ["The first two lines are taken from an old ballad-the rest is wholly original."-Currie.] THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' gude fellows an' wale o' auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen an' kine, An' ae bonnie lassie, his darling an' mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; But, oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird, dead. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; Oh had she but been of a lower degree, I then might ha'e hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! Oh, how past descriving had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express! I HA'E A WIFE O' MY AIN. I HA'E a wife o' my ain I'll partake wi' naebody; I'll gie cuckold to naebody. Dainty Davie. I ha'e a penny to spend, I am naebody's lord I'll be slave to naebody; I'll tak' dunts frae naebody. I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for naebody; DAINTY DAVIE. TUNE-"Dainty Davie." Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock knowe, 49 The crystal waters round us fa', When purple morning starts the hare, Then thro' the dews I will repair, When day, expiring in the west, DUNCAN GRAY. TUNE-"Duncan Gray." DUNCAN GRAY cam' here to woo, On blithe Yule night when we were fu', Maggy coost her head fu' high, |