Now Tam maun face the Minister,
And the maun mount the Pillar;
And that's the Way that they maun gae,
For poor Folk has na Siller.

Now ha'd ye'r Tongue, my Daughter young,
Reply'd the kindly Mither,
Get Jobny's Hand in haly Band,
Syne wap ye'r Wealth together.
I'm o' the Mind, if he be kind,
Ye'll do your Part difcreetly;
And prove a Wife, will gar his Life
And Barrel run right sweetly.

SONG CCCXXVII. What ye wha
I met reftreen, &c.

Ο

Fall the Birds, whofe tuneful Throats
Do welcome in the verdant Spring,
I far prefer the Stirling's Notes,

And think the does moft fweetly fing,
Nor Thrush, nor Linnet, nor the Bird
Brought from the far Canary Coaft,
Nor can the Nightingale afford
Such Melody as the can boast.
When Phoebus fouthward darts his Fires,
And on our Plains he looks afkance,
The Nightingale with him retires,
My Stirling makes my Blood to dance,
In fpite of Hyem's nipping Froft,

Whether the Day be dark or clear,
Shall I not to her Health entoast,

Who makes it Summer all the Year?

Then by thyself, my lovely Bird,

I'll ftroke thy Back, and kifs thy Breaft;
And if you'll take my honeft Word,
As facred as before the Prieft,
I'll bring thee where I will devise
Such various Ways to pleasure thee,
The Velvet-fog thou will defpife,
When on the Downy-bills with me,

SONG CCCXXVIII. Il never

leave thee.

NE Day I heard Mary fay,
How fhall I leave thee?

Stay, dearest Adonis, stay,
Why wilt thou grieve me?
Alas! my fond Heart will break,
If thou fhould leave me.
I'll live and die for thy Sake;
Yet never leave thee.

Say, lovely Adonis, fay,

Has Mary deceiv'd thee?
Did e'er her young Heart betray
New Love, that has griev'd thee
My conftant Mind ne'er shall stray,
Thou may believe me,

I'll love thee, Lad, Night and Day,
And never leave thee.

Adonis, my charming Youth,
What can relieve thee?
Can Mary thy Anguish footh?
This Breaft fhall receive thee.
My Paffion can ne'er decay,
Never deceive thee:

Delight fhall drive Pain away,
Pleafüre revive thee.

But leave thee, leave thee, Lad,
How fhall I leave thee?
O! that Thought makes me fad,
I'll never feave thee.

Where would my Adonis fly?
Why does he grieve me?
Alas! my poor Heart will die,
If I fhould leave thee.

SONG CCCXXIX. Lefly's Marth.

MA

Arch, march,
Why the D do

ye na march?

Stand to your Arms, my Lads,
Fight in good Order.

Front about ye Musketeers all,
Till ye come to the English Border.
Stand till't, and fight like Men,
True Gofpel to maintain.

The Parliament's blyth to fee us a coming,
When to the Kirk we come,

We'll purge it ilka Room,

Frae Popish Relicks and a' fic Innovations,
That a' the Warld may fee,
There's nane i'the right but we,
Of the auld Scottish Nation.

Jenny fhall wear the Hood,
Focky the Sark of God;
And the Kift of Whistles,
That make fic a cleiro,
Our Pipers braw

Shall hae them a',

Whate'er come on it.

Bufk up your Plaids, my Lads,
Cock up your Bonnets.

March, march, &c.

SONG CCCXXX. I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.

He.

A

a

My nearest Relations, and neighbours
ing Swains.

Dear Nelly, frae thefe I'd ftart eafily free,
Were Minutes not Ages, while absent from thee.
She. Then tell me the Reason thou does not obey
The Pleadings of Love, but thus hurries away?
Alake! thou Deceiver, o'er plainly I fee,
A Lover fae roying will never mind me.

He. The Reafon unhappy, is owing to Fate
That gave me a Being without an Estate,
Which lays a Neceffity now upon me,
To purchase a Fortune for Pleasure to thee.

1

She. Small Fortune may serve where Love has
the Sway,

Then Jobry be counsell'd na langer to ftray,
For while thou proves conftant in Kindness to me,
Contented I'll ay find a Treasure in thee.

He. O ceafe, my dear Charmer, else foon I'
betray

Á Weakness unmanly, and quickly give Way
To Fondness, which may prove a Ruin to thee,
A Pain to us baith, and Dishonour to me.

Bear witness, ye Streams; and witness, ye
Flow'16,

Bear witnefs, ye watchful invifible Pow'rs,
If ever my Heart be unfaithful to thee,
May naithing propitious e'er smile upon me.
SONG CCCXXXI. Busk

ye, &.
)Usx ye, busk je, my bony Bride;
Busk ye, busk ye, my bony Marrow ;

Busk ye, busk ye, my bong Bride,

Busk and go to the Braes of Yarrow; There will we fport and gather Dew,

Dancing while Lav'rocks fing the Morning; There learn frae Turtles to prove true; O Bell ne'er vex me with thy Scorning. To weftlin Breezes Flora yields,

And when the Beams are kindly warming, Blythness appears o'er all the Fields,

And Nature looks mair fresh and charming, Learn frae the Burns that trace the Mead, Tho' on their Banks the Rofes bloffom, Yet haftylie they flow to Tweed,

And pour their Sweetness in his Bosom.

Hafte ye, hafte ye, my bony Bell,

Hafte to my Arms, and there I'll guard thee,

With free Confent my Fears repel,

I'll with my Love and Care reward thee. Thus fang I faftly to my Fair,

Who rais'd my Hopes with kind relenting.

Queen of Smiles, I afk nae mair,
Since now my bony Bell's confenting.

SONG CCCXXXII. Corn Riggs.

Y Patie is a Lover gay,

Με

His Mind is never muddy,

His Breaft is fweeter than new Hay,
His Face is fair and ruddy.

His Shape is handfome, middle Size;
He's ftately in his wawking;
The Shining of his Een furprize;
'Tis Heaven to hear him tawking.
Laft Night I met him him on a Bawk,
Where yellow Corn was growing,
There mony a kindly Word he fpak,
That fet my Heart a glowing.
He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine,
And loo'd me beft of ohy ;
That gars me like to fing finfyne,
O Corn Riggs are bony.

Let Maidens of a filly Mind

Refuse what maift they're wanting,
Since we for yielding are defign'd,
We chaftly fhould be granting:
Then I'll comply, and marry Pate,
And fyne my Cockernony
He's free to touzle air or late,

Where Corn Riggs are bony.

SONG CCCXXXIII. Ĉromlet's Lilt.

Ince all thy Vows, falfe Maid,

Since

Are blown to Air,

And my poor Heart betray'd

To fad Despair,

Into fome Wilderness

My Grief I will exprefs,

And thy Hard-heartedness,

O cruel Fair