Had the better be the Brae, Good Sir, for your Courtefie, Ae Pair my gaen ye haff a Year, But what if dancing on the Green, Syne a thir Fauts will no be feen, Kind Sir, for your Courtefie, Pace upo' your Spinning-wheel, My Spinning-wheel is auld and ftiff, But like it never wale a Man. SONG CCLXXXI. John Anderfon Wince Time that Truth does prove B "Hat means this Niçenefs now of late, Such Distance may confit with States I'll give you all the Love that's paft, EL SONG CCLXXXII. Come kifs, &c. PEGGY YJockie blyth MThere For thou has jogg'd me out of Tune, For a thy fair pretending. My Mither fees a Change on me, For my Complexion dashes; Јосків. My Peggy what I've faid I'll do, PIGGY. Then Jockie fince thy Love's fo true, Sae long's I live I ne'er thall rue And there's my Hand I's ne'er complain, ✪ And a feg for a their Clay SONG CCLXXXII The young Since ye're out of your Mither's Sight, Let's take a Wauk up to the Hill. mis valid 20 O Katy, wiltu gang wi' me, And leave the dinfome Town a while The Bloffom's fprouting frae the Tree, And a' the Simmer's gawn to fmilet 10:"T The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark, Isilyw In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park, Will nourish Health, and glad ye'r Mind,; W Soon as the clear Goodman of DayИOC Bends his Morning Draught of Dew, w.y? We'll gae to fome Burn-fide, and play, We'll pou the Daifies on the Green, The lucken Gowans frae the Bog;olden Between Hands now and then we'll lean, H And sport upo' rhe velvet Fog. There's up into a pleasant Glen, A wee piece frae my Father's Tower, DGA A canny, foft and flow'ry Den, Which circling Birks have form'd a Bower Whene'er the Sun grows high and warm, We'll to the cauler Shade remove, There will I lock thee in mine Arm, And love and kifs, and kifs and love, SO NAGCCLXXXIV. KATY? M Answer Y Mither's ay glowran o'er me, To look to my Love, Or elfe fhe'll be like to devour me. And wyte ye'r poor Kate, Whene'er ye keek in your toom Coffer. To twin wi' his Gear ; And fae we had need to be tenty.... Tutor my Parents wi Caution, Be wylie in ilka Motion Brag well o' ye'r Land, And there's my deal Hand, 350 Win them, I'll be at your Devotions jers SONG CCLXXXV. A worthy, &c Worthy London 'Prentice A Came to his Love by Night; And went to Bed again. Both have Eyes, and both have Lips; Then, &c. Both have Thighs, and both have Hips. When your Hands put out the Candle, And you at laft begin to handle, What you should be done unto. Who can but in Confcience fay, Fie, fie, for Shame away, away, Till you have a fresh Supply. Then, &c. SONG CCLXXXVII. When I was, &c. Hen I was in the low Country, WH When I was in the low Country; My Mother fhe kill'd a good fat Hog, The Fat run out, and the Maggots crept in And every Day my Mother would cry, I no fooner at Night was got into Bed, At laft I rambled abroad, and then |