She's bough-hough'd, she's hein shinn'd,
Ae limpin' leg, a hand-breed shorter ·
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,

To balance fair in ilka quarter:
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o' that upon her shouther.
Sic a wife, &c.

Auld baudron by the ingle sits,

And wi' her loof her face a-washin'; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,

She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; Her walie nieves, like midden-creels, Her face wad fyle the Logan-water.

Sic a wife, &c

A PECK O' MAUT.

O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allen cam to see,
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wad na find in Christendie.

CHORUS.

We are na fou, we're na that fou,
But just a drappie in our e'e;
The cock may craw, the day may daw,
And ay we'll taste the barley bree

Here are we met, three merry boys,

Three merry boys, I trow, are we;

And monie a night we've merry been,
And monie mae we hope to be'

We are, &c.

It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin' in the lift sac hie;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee'
We are, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold, coward loun is he!
Wha last beside the chair shall fa',
He is the king amang us three

We are, &c.

THE LAWIN.

GANE is the day and mirk's the night,
But we'll ne'er stray for foute o' light;
For ale and brandy's stars and moon,
And bluid-red wine's the rising sun.

CHORUS.

Then, guidwife, count the lawin, the lawin, the

lawin;

Then, guidwife, count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.

There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,

And semple folk maun fecht and fen’·

But here we're a' in ae accord,

For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.

Then, guidwife, &c.

My coggie is a haly pool,

That heals the wounds o' care and dool

And pleasure is a wanton trout,

An' ye drink it a' ye'll find him out.

Then, guidwife, &c.

HONEST POVERTY.

Is there for honest poverty,

That hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward slave we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,

Our toil's obscure, and a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ?

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that;

For a' that, and a' that,

Their tinsel show and a' that: The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, and stares, and a' that Tho' hundreds worship at his word,

He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,

His ribbon, star, and a' that,
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might;
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that!

For a' that, and a' that,

Their dignities and a' that,

The pith o' sense and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a' that,

That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, and a' that

For a' that, and a' that,

Its coming yet, for a' that,

That man to man, the warld o'er

Shall brothers be for a' that.

THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR,

BETWEEN THE DUKE OF ARGYLE AND THE EARL

OF MAR.

"O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-muir,
And did the battle see, man?"
I saw the battle sair and tough,
And reeking red ran many a sheugh;
My heart, for fear, gaed sough for sough,
To hear the thuds, and see the cluds,
O' clans frae woods in tartan duds,

Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man.

The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades,
To meet them were na slaw, man;
They rush'd, and push'd, and bluid outgush'd,
And monie a bouk did fa' man;

The great Argyle led on his files,

I wat they glanced twenty miles;

They hack'd and hash'd, while broadswords clash' And thro' they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd, Till fey men died awa, man.

But had you seen the Phillibegs,
And skyrin tartan trews, man,

When in the teeth they dar'd our whigs,

And covenant true blues, man;

In lines extended lang and large,
When bayonets oppos'd the targe,