Luve for luve is the bargain for me, Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me; And the world before me to win my bread, NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME. The Maxwells, after the fall of the house of Douglas, were the most powerful family in the south of Scotland; but the name is now no longer numbered with our nobility. THE noble Maxwells and their powers And they'll gae bigg Terreagle's towers, And they declare Terreagle's fair, AS I WAS A-WANDERING. This is an old Highland air, and the title means, my love did deceive me. There is much feeling expressed in this song. Tune-Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh. As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin', game; Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover, Which bled a'the wounds o' my doloure again. c Grief. Weel since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' I him; may be distress'd, but I winna complain; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. I couldna get sleeping till dawind for greetin',e The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain: Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken, For, oh love forsaken's a tormenting pain. Although he has left me for greed o' the siller,. I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him, I may be distress'd, but I winna complain; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. YE JACOBITES BY NAME. This song was founded upon some old verses, in which it was intimated that the extinction of the house of Stewart was sought for by other weapons than the sword. Tune-Ye Jacobites by Name. YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear; Your fautes I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maun blame- What is right and what is wrang, by the law, by the law? What is right and what is wrang by the law? d Break of day. ⚫ Crying. What is right and what is wrang? What makes heroic strife, fam'd afar, fam'd afar? What makes heroic strife fam'd afar? What makes heroic strife? To whet th' assassin's knife, Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state; Then let your schemes alone in the state; Then let your schemes alone, Adore the rising sun, And leave a man undone LADY MARY ANN. Tune-Craigtown's growing. O, LADY Mary Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', The youngest he was The flower amang them a; O father! O father! We'll sew a green ribbon Round about his hat, And that will let them ken He's to marry yet Lady Mary Ann Was a flower i' the dew, And bonnie was its hue! Young Charlie Cochran Was the sprout of an aik; Bonnie and bloomin' And straught was its make: The sun took delight To shine for its sake, And it will be the brag The simmer is gane When the leaves they were green, And the days are awa That we hae seen; But far better days I trust will come again, For my bonnie laddie's young, THE CARLE OF KELLYBURN BRAES. Tune-Kellyburn Braes. THERE lived a carle on Kellyburn braes (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme), And he had a wife was the plague o' his days; And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. Ae day as the carle gaed up the lang glen (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme), He met wi' the devil; says, 'How do yow fen?' And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. 'I've got a bad wife, sir; that's a' my complaint (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme), For, saving your presence, to her ye're a saint; And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.' 'It's neither your stot nor your staig I shall crave (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme) But gie me your wife, man, for her I inust have, And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.' 'O welcome, most kindly,' the blythe carle said (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie with thyme), 'But if ye can match her ye're waur nor ye're ca'd, And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.' The devil has got the auld wife on his back (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme), And, like a poor pedlar, he's carried his pack; And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. The ground-work of this piece is old, but it underwent many alterations by Burns; the eleventh and twelfth verses are wholly his; and as for the other parts, Mrs. Burns told Mr. Cromek, 'that he gae this ane a terrible brushing.' |