Ye'se rue sair, this morning, your boasts and your scorning Defend ye, fause traitor! for loudly ye lie. Awa wi' beguiling! cried the youth, smiling: Aff went the bonnet; the lint-white locks flee; The widow she's youthful, and never ae hair The waur of the wearing, and has a good skair Of every thing lovely; she's witty and fair, And has a rich jointure, my laddie. What could ve wish better, your pleasure to crown, Than a widow, the bonniest toast in the town, The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shaw- With, Naething but-draw in your stool and sit ing Fair stood the loved maid wi' the dark-rolling ee! Is it my wee thing! is it mine ain thing! O Jamie, forgie me; your heart's constant to me; I'll never mair wander, dear laddie, frae thee! THE WHITE COCKADE. My love was born in Aberdeen, O, lecze me on the philabeg, I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, My rippling kame, and spinning wheel, A braidsword and a white cockade. I'll sell my rokely and my tow, May tak the field wi' his white cockade. THE WIDOW. ALLAN RAMSAY. THE widow can bake, and the widow can brew, The widow can shape, and the widow can sew, And mony braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow, my laddie. With courage attack her, baith early and late: To kiss her and clap her ye maunna be blate: Speak well, and do better; for that's the best gate To win a young widow, my laddie. down, Ye'se rue sair, this morning, your boasts and your scorning Defend ye, fause traitor! for loudly ye lie. Awa wi' beguiling! cried the youth, smiling: Aff went the bonnet; the lint-white locks flee; The widow she's youthful, and never ae hair The waur of the wearing, and has a good skair Of every thing lovely; she's witty and fair, And has a rich jointure, my laddie What could ve wish better, your pleasure to crown, Than a widow, the bonniest toast in the town, The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shaw- With, Naething but-draw in your stool and sit ing Fair stood the loved maid wi' the dark-rolling ee! Is it my wee thing! is it mine ain thing! O Jamie, forgie me; your heart's constant to me; I'll never mair wander, dear laddie, frae thee! THE WHITE COCKADE. My love was born in Aberdeen, O, lecze me on the philabeg, I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, My rippling kame, and spinning wheel, A braidsword and a white cockade. I'll sell my rokely and my tow, May tak the field wi' his white cockade. THE WIDOW. ALLAN RAMSAY. THE widow can bake, and the widow can brew, The widow can shape, and the widow can sew, And mony braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow, my laddie. With courage attack her, baith early and late: To kiss her and clap her ye maunna be blate: Speak well, and do better; for that's the best gate To win a young widow, my laddie. Now I have gotten my Willie again. Through the lang muir I have followed my Through the lang muir I have followed him Whatever betide us, nought shall divide us; Here awa, there awa, here awa, hame! MY MOTHER'S AYE GLOWRIN' OWER Come, love, believe me, nothing can grieve me, ME; IN ANSWER TO THE YOUNG LAIRD AND RAMSAY. aune-" My Mother's aye glowrin' ower me." My mother's aye glowrin' ower me, Ilka thing pleases, when Willie's at hame." CAM' YE O'ER FRAE FRANCE. CAM' ye o'er frae France, came ye doun by Lunnon, Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman War' ye at the place ca'd the kittle-housie, Saw ye Geordie's 's grace, ridin' on a goosie. It is quite as remarkable as it is true, that the mode of courtship among people of the middle ranks Geordie he's a man, there's little doubt o't, in Edinburgh has undergone a complete change He's done a' he can, wha can do without it; in the course of no more than the last thirty years. Down there cam' a blade, linkin' like a lordie, It used to be customary for lovers to walk together He wad drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie.f for hours, both during the day and the evening, in the Meadows, or the King's Park, or the fields now occupied by the New Town; practices now only known to artizans and serving-girls. The song appeared in the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. From Herd's Collection, 1776. This plainly alludes to Count Koningsmark and the Queen. |