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PR E F A C E .

"VTOW that the Editor gives this third Volume of The Scots

Mufical Mufeuro to the Publick, he hopes it will not be found

unworthy of the Volumes already Published. As this is not

one of thofe many Publications which are hourly ufhered into the

World merely to catch the eye of Fafhion in her frenzy of a day,

the Editor has little to hope or fear from the herd of readers. —Confcioufnefs of the well . known merit of our Scotifh Mnfic, and

the national fondnefs of a Scotch .man for the productions of his

own country, are at once the Editor's motive and apology for this

Undertaking; and where any of the Pieces in the Collection may

perhaps be found wanting at the Critical Bar of the Fivft, he ap _

-peals to the honeft prejudices of the I.ait.

Materials for the- 4. and in all probability the laft Volume are

in great forwardnefs .

Ed in1. February 2^ 1790

Entered in Stationers Hall.

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Index to Volume Third.Note, the Songs marker! B,RX. 8Cc. are originals bv

different hands, bat all of them Scots «eatlemen, who have

favoured the Editor and the Publick at lyrqe with their

compositions: thefe marked Z, are old verier, with correc-

tions or additions

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Firft line of each Song. AurhorsA Page

Ah, why thus abandor.'d to mourning and woe _____ 270u An O my Eppie ________ . _ 290

And ye fhall walk in filk attire _ _ _ _ _ .. _ _ 249As over Gladfmuir's blood ftain'd field Hamilton The Mufic)

by M? Gibbon _ _ \~ 2l°

Aa late by a Sodger I chanced to pals _ _ _ _ _ 277As on an eminence I ftood a mufinc -___—._"_ 282As o'er the Highland hills I hied _ _ W, C. _ _ _ _ _ 308Awa whigs awa _ _ _ _ _ _ . _ ._ _272

BBeneath a green fhade 1 fand a fajr maid _ . Ha_nay . _ _ 250By the ftream fo cool and clear __ ______250By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth _ _ Hainfiv _ _ _ 262

cCa' the yowes to the knows __ _ _ _ _ _ - _ _ 273Carl an the king come _____ .._____ 248Ceafe, ceafe my dear friend to explore _ - T. B . _ __ _ 2.54

Come^gies a fang Montgomery cried . _ The Rev? M T. Skinner _ _ 298

Dear Myra the captive ribband's mine __ __ ____ 266Deil tak the wars that hurried Willy frae me _ _ _ _ _ 270

FPate gave the word, the arrow fped _ -The Mufic byM.J.Riddel in Ayr 280Pirft when Maggy was my care ________ 258

• GGill Morice was an earle's fon _____ ____ 212

Gin living worth could win my heart _ _ _ _ _ 252Go fetch to me a pint o' wine ___ __ _ - _ _ 2*0

HHark! yonder eagle lonely wails '_ _ Df Fordyce _ 237

Hark the loud tempeft fhakes earth to it's center _ _ T. B. _ _ 226Hty the bony, hey the bony _______ - 222Hid from himfelf no* bv the dawn _ .. Ramfay _ _ .... - 260

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1 hae laid a herring in faut ______ ___- 253

I loe nae a laddie but ane _ _ _ - — . - 276

I Winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lea_____ 283

I eaed a waefu' gate yeftreen _ _ Burns, the Mufic by Robert)

Riddel EfqV of Glenriddel _ ]" M*

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld _____ .-- 25"

In may when th>.> daifies appear on the green _ 28K

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[n the garb of old Gaul with the- fire of old Hoir.c- _ SirHarry Erfkine

the Mufic by Colonel Reid _ _ 2<8

It fell about the Martinroafs time __._:'_.__-_ '3lO

ft was in and about the Martinmafs time _ _ 230

JJamie come try me - _ _ _ _ . _ - _ _ _ _ ZOOJohn Anderfon my jo, John _ This tune was a piece of facred _^

Mufic in the Roman Catholic times of our Country. —John _ L_269Anderfon is faid by tradition to have been town Piper in Kelfoj

L1-ang hae we parted been _____ _ _ ___ 227Let ithers brag weel o' their gear _ _ ____ __ 276

MMy Sandy gied to r.'e a ring ____ _ _ - _ _ 213My Harry was a gallant gay _ __ _ -'•_ _ _ _21BMy wife's a wanton wee thing _______ _. 226My love He's but a lafsie yet _________ 234My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here _ ..

' _ 268My love was born in Aberdeen ________ 281My heart is a breaking, dear Titty _ _ Burns _____ 306

oO wilt thou go wi' me, fweet Tibbie Dunbar _ _ 216

O this is no my ain houfe _________ 22JO mount and gcf__ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ 242O dear Peggy love's beguiling _ _ Ramfay ____.- 245O dear minnie what fhall Ido_ _____ ___ 245O were I on Parnafsus hill ___ ____ _-_ 264O merry hae I been teethin a heckle ____ ____ 279O wha my babie clouts will buy _ _______ 286O cam ye here the fight to fhun _ __ ___ __ 290O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut _ Burns _ the Mufic by M.' A _»

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O were I able to rehearfe _ _ _ The Rev? MF Skinner _ _ . 302Of a' the airts the wind can blaw _ The Mufic by Marfhal _ - 244On a bank of flowers in a fummer day _ Burns _ _ _ _ _ 232

PPeggy now the king's come _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 2 18

Se do mholla mholla mholla __ _______ 274Simmer's a pleafant tim,e _ ________ 222Sir John Cope trode the north right far ... _ _ _ . _ _ 242Stately ftept he-eaft th.e_wa' __„ _____ _ 289Sun gallop down the weftlin fkies _ Ramfay _ _ _ .263Sweet nurfling of the tears of morning _ The late M r

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The fmi ling plains profufely gay _ _ _ ___ _ _21'The morn was fair faft was the' air _______ 220The Taylor fell thro' the bed thimble an a' _ _ _ _ _ _ 221There came- a young man to my -ckvddie's door _ _ 228

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*/ he d..y returns, my bofom burns _ The Mufic bv Rob. Riddel)of Glenridde'l EfqF . _ ]

" ^Tie meal was dear fhort fyne _______ __ 2381 he lazy mift hangs from the brow of the hill _ 241The springtime returns and clothes the green plains - 246There's a youth in this city it were a pity _ Mufic by K. Gow _ _ 266'! here was a jolly beggar _ Said to be one of our Scotifh King _> __,

James's, conipofed on a frolic of his ownjThq fay that Jockey'll fpeed weel o't _ MF AlexF Rofs Author »

of the Fortunate Shepherdefsj " ^^The Tacrine woods were yellow fcen The Mufic by MF A.Mafterton 285The gloomy night is gath'ring faft _ _ Burns _____ 293There liv'd a wife in our gate end _______ 306The Campbell- are comin Said to be compofed on the imprifon-^

-ment of Mary Queen of Scots _ _ '309

in Lo<~hleven Cafde _ _ )'I he pawk.it auld carl came over the lea James 5r* King of Scots - 234["ho xrai.n's minds like winter winds _ _ _ _ 300I he ling'ring ftar, with lefs'ning raj-, . Burns, _ the Mufic by»

Mils Joknfion of Hilto.i _} ~ 288Tune your fiddles tune the-m fweetly _ Skinner, _ the Mufic--,

by Marthal}- 2°BTwas at the hour of dark midnight _ The late Sir G. Elliot _ _ 2l4

'Twas paft ane o' clock in a cold frofty morning _ 236Tw.i bonie lads were Sandy and Jockev _ _ _ • _ _ 292

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niin.Carril and Ryno _ - Ofsian, the Mufic by Ofwald _ _ 265

wWh_s me that e'er I made your bed _ _ _ _ _ _ 246Were I afsur'd you- conftant prove _ Ramfay _____ 257Whare hae ye been fae braw, lad,________ 302When I upon thy bofom lean _ _ MF J. Lapraik _ 214

When I have a fixpence under wyr thumb _ _ _ _ _ 2R4When Srft I came to be a man _ Skinner- _..___ 294When Frennet caftle's iyy'd wall _______ 296Where are ye gaun toy bonie lafs _____ _ 298'When weft-winds did blow with a foft, gentle breeze -Lapraik _ _ 217

When rofy morn comes in wi' flowers _ _ _ 229When the fheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame_Ladv AnnLindfay_256

When merry hearts were gay _________ 261

Ye gallants bright I red you right _ _ _ _'_ _ _~_ 224Young Philander woo'd me lang _ ______ __ 230Young Jockie was the blytheft lad - _ - - - _ _ . _ 297

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Dance wi' life and be not faucy Shy nor me_lan_cho_ly.

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Look about and fee their Graces,How they finile delighted!

Nbw's the fcafon to be merry,Hang the thoughts of Charon's ferry,

Time enough to turn camftaryWhen we're old and doited.

Nbw's the feafon &c.

Butler put about the claret

Thro' us all divide and fhare it,

GordonCaftle well can fpare it

It has claret plenty.Wine's the true inspiring liquorDraffy drink may pleafe the Vicar,

When he grafps the foaming bickerVicars are not dainty.

Wine's the true etc.

We'll extol our noble mafterSprung from many a brave ancestorLord preferve him from difafter,

So we pray in duty.Frofper too our pretty DutchefsSafe from all diftrefsful touches,Keep her out of Pluto's clutches,Long in health and beauty.

Profper too our &c.

Angels guard their gallant boy,Make him long his fathers joy,

Sturdy like the Heir of Troy,Stout and brifk and healthy:

Pallas grant him every blefsingWit ana fLze and ftrength encreafir.g,

Plutus, what's in thy pofsefsing.Make him rich ana wealthy.

Pallas grant &c.

Youth folace him with thy pleafure

In refin'd and worthy ineafure,

Merit gain him choiceft treafure

From the Royal Donor.Famous may he be in ftory,

Full of days and full of glory,

To the grave when old ana hoaryMay he go with honour.Famous may &c.

Gordons join our hearty praifea

Honeft tho' in homely phrafesLove our chearful fpirits raifes

Lofty as the lark is; *

Echoes waft our wifhes dailyThro' the grove and thro' the allej-,

Sound o'er every hill and valle}"

Blefsings on our Marquis.Echo<<> waft Jtc.

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Such feen as oft in battle warmShe glow<l through many a martial age;

Or mild to breathe the civil charm

In pious plans and counfel fage:

For, o'er the mingling glories of her face

A manly greatnefs heighten'd female grace.

Loud as the trumpet rolls its found,

Her voice the Pow'r celeftial rais'd;

While her victorious fons around

In Client joy and wonder gaz d

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The facred mufes heard th' immortal lay,

And thus to earth the notes of fame convey.

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'Tis done! my fons! tis nobly done!

Victorious over tyrant pow'r;

How quick the race of fame wu tun!

The work of ages in one hour:

Slow creeps th' opprefsive weight of flavifh reigns,

One elorious moment rofe, and burft your chains

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But late, forlornsdejected, pale,

A prey to each infulting foe;

I fought th)B grove and gloomy vale,

To vent in folitude my woe:Now to my hand the balance fair reftord;

Once more 1 wield on high th' imperial fword.

What arm has this deliverance wrought?'Tis he! the gallant youth appears;

warm in fields, and cool in thought!

Beyond the flow advance of years!

Hafte, let me, refcu'd now from future harms,Strain clofe the filial virtue in my arms.

Early I nnrs'd this royal youth,Ah! ill detain'd on foreign Chores;

1 fill'd his mind with love of truth,

With, fortitude and wifdom's ftores:

For when a noble action is decreed,Heav'n forms the Hero for the deftind deed.

Nor could the foft feducing charmsOf mild Hefperia's blooming foil,

Ee'r Quench his noble thirft of arms,Of generous deeds and honeft toil:

Fird with the warmth a countrys love imparts,

He fled their weaknefs, but admire) their arts.

With him I plough'd the ftormy main;

My breath infpir'd the aufpicious gale;

Referv'd for Oladfmuirs glorious plain, .

Through dangers wing'd his daring fail:

Where, firm'd with inborn worth he durft oppofeHis fingle valour to an hoft of foes.

He came! he fpoke! and all around,As fwift as heav'n's quick darted flame.Shepherds tiTrn'd warriors at the found,And every bofom beat for fame:

They caught heroic ardour from his eyes,

And at his fide the willing heroes rife.

Roufe England! roufe, fame's nobleft fori, .

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In all thy ancient fplendor fhine;

If I the glorious work begun,O let the crowning palm Be thine:

I bring a Prince, for fuch is heav'n's decree,Who overcomes but to forgive and free.

So fhall fierce wars and tumults ceafe, *

While plenty crowns the fmiling plain;

And induftry, fair child of peace,

Shall in each crowded city reign:

So fhall thefe happy realms for ever proveThe fweets of Union, Liberty, and Love.

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wide, It was na for his great riches, Nor yet his mickle pride;

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ay gay, That liv'd on Carron fide.. But it was for a la_c(y gay, That liv'd on Carron fide

IS I^Where will T get a bonny boy,

That will win hofe and fhoon,

That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha',

And bid his lady cum

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Ye maun rin this errant, Willie,

And ye may rin wi pride;

When other boys gae on their feet,

On horfeback ye fall ride.

Oh n"! hh no! my mafter dear!

1 dare na for my life; >

I'll nae gae to the bauld baron's

For to tryft furth hia-wife.

My bird Willie, my boy Willie,

My dear Willie, he faid,

How can ye ftrive againft the ftream,

For I fall be obey'd.

But, oh my mafter dear, he cryd,

la green wood ye're your lain;

GP o'er fie thoughts, I wou'd ye red,

For fear ye fhou'd be ta'en.

Haite.hafte, I fay, gae to the ha',

Rid her come here wi'fpeed;

If ye refufc mv high command,

I'll târ thy bod)- bleed.

Gae bid her tak this gay mantel,

'Tis a'goud but the hem;

Bid her cum to the good green wood,

And bring nane but her lain:

And there it is, a filkenfark;

Her ain hand fewd the fleeve;

And bid her cum to Gill Morice;

Speer nae bauld baron's leave.

I will gae your black errand,

Tho' it be to thy coft;

Sen ye by me will nae be warn'd,

In it ye fall find froft.

The baron he's a man of might,

He ne'er could 'bide a taunt,

As ye will fee before it's night,

How fma'ye'll hae to vaunt.

Now, fen I maun your errand rin,

Sae fair againft my will,

I'fe make a vow, and keep it true,

It fal be done for ill.

And when he came to broken brigg,

He bent his bow and fwam;

And when he came to grafs growing,

Set down his feet and ran. &c.&c.&c.

I love my Love in fecret.Uid

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My Sandy brak apiece o' gowd,

While down his cheeks the faut tears row'd

He took a hauf and gied it to me.

And I'll keep it till the hour I die

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•*- Are drefs'd in all the pride of May,

The birds on evry fpray above,

To rapture wake the vocal grove

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But ah Miranda without thee.

Nor fpring nor fummer fmiles on me,

All lonely in the fecret fhade,

I mourn thy abfence,charmingmaid.

O foft as love! as honour fair,

Serenely fweet as vernal air.

Come to my arms for you alone,

Can all my abfence paft atone.

O come! ana" to my bleeding heart,

The fov'reign balm of love impart;

Thy prefence lafting joy fhall bring,

And give the year eternal fpring.

^14When I upon thy bofom lean.

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I .troy our love, $ut on_ly gie us change o' blifs.

Hae I a wifh? its a' for thee;

I ken thy wifh is me to pleafe;

Our moments pafs fae fmooth away

That numbers on us look and gaze,

Wee I p'eas'd they fee our nappy days,

Ynr envy 8 fel finds aught to blame;v -;d ay when weary cares arife, '

Th\ bofom ftill fhall be my hame.

I'll lay me there, and take my reft,

And if that aught difturb my dear,

I'll bid her laugh her cares away,

And beg her not to drap a tear:

Hae I a joy. its a' her ain;

United ftill her heart and mine;

They're like the woodbine round the tree,j

That's twin'd till death fhall them difjoini

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ip=P W £smO difmal night! fhe faid, and wept,

night prefaging forrow,

O difroal night! {he faid, and wept,

Bat more I dre*d to-morrow.For now the bloody inur drjws nigh.

Each hoft to Pref;~n bending;

At morn Chall fons their fathers f!sy,

With deadly hate contending.

Even in the vifions of the night,

1 faw fell death wide fweeping;

And all the matrons of the land,

And all the virgins, weeping.

And now fhe heard the mafsy gates

Harfh on their hinges turning;

And now through all the cattle heard

The woeful voice of mourning.

Aghaft,fhe ftarted from her bed,The fatal tidings dreading;

O fpeak, fhe cry'd, my fathers flain!

I fee, I fee- him bleeding!

A pale corps on the fullen fhore,

At morn, fair maid, 1 left him;

Ev?n at the threfh-hold of Lis gate,

Th3 foe of life bereft him

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BoJd.in the battle'e front, he fell,

With many a wounc deformed ;

A braver Knight, nor better man,

This fair Ifle ne'er adorned.Miiaid

While thus he fpoke,the grief-ftruck

A deadly fwoon invaded;

Loft was the luftre of her eyes,

And all her beauty faded.

Sad was the fight, and fad the news,

And fad was our complaining;

But oh! for thee, my native land,

What woes are ftill remaining!

But why complain, the heroV fouU'Is high in heaven fhining:

May providence defend our ifle

From all our foes defigning.

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217Jenny, was fair and nnkind.

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mind. And Jenny, dear Jenny, was fair and un _ kind.-

EE 1^Ye Powers, wht) refide in the regions above,

Deprive me of life, or infpire her with love.

Make Jennys fair bofom to feel for my pain, v

That I may fweet peace and contentment regain.

Then in a retreat with my dear I would dwell;

Contentment fhould guard us in fome humble cell;

Remote, we'll live happy, tho' fimple our fare;

Our health all our wealth, and to love all our care.

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When a' the lave gae to their bed,— I wander dowie up the glen;-*- I fet me down and greet my fill,

And ay I wifh him back again.Highland Harry back again. O for him &c.

BO were forne villains hangit high,

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My Highlan Harry back again.

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No effeminate cuftoms our Cnews unbrace,No luxurious tables enervate our race;

Our loud founding pipe bears the true martial ftrain,

So do we the oldScottifh valour retain.

Such our love &c.

We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale,

Are fwift as the roe which the hound doth affail,

As the full moon in autumn our fhields do appear,

Minerva would dread to encounter our fpear.

;Such our love &c.

As a ftorm in the ocean when Boreas blows,So are we enrag'd when we rufh on our foes;We fons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks,Dafh the force of our foes with our thundering ftrokea.

Such our love &c.

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,In their troops fondly boafted till we did advance;But when our claymores they faw us produce,Their courage did fail and they fued for a truce

.

Such our love &c.

In our realm may the fury of faction long ceafe,

May our councils be wife, and our commerce increafe;

And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find,

That our friends ftill prove true and bur beauties prove kind.Cho? Then we'll defend our liberty, our country and our laws,

And teach our late pofterity to fight in Freedoms caufe,

That they like our Anceftors bold, for honour and applaufe.

May defy the French, with all their art, to alter our laws .

*2i)Leader haaghs-and Yarrow.

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How {weet her face, where ev'ry grace

In heavenly beauty's planted;

Her fmilmg een, and comely mein,

That nae perfection wanted;

I'll never f'et, nor ban my fate,

Hut blefs my bonny marrow:

'f h'.i dear fmile my doubts beguile,

My mind fhall ken nae forrow. .

Vet tho' fhe's fair, and has full fhare

Of ev^ry cha>-ia ir.chanting,

Each good turna ill, and fc,r->n >wU kill

Poor me, if love be wanting.'

O bonny lafsi have but the grace

7b think ere je gae further,

Ytrir joys maun flit, if you commit

The crying fin of murder.

My wand'ring ghaift will ne'er get reft,

And day and night affright ye;

But if ye're kind, wi' joyful mind .

I'll ftudy to delight ye;

Our years around with love thus crownd ii

From all things joy fhall borrow:

Thus none fhall be more bleft than we,

On Leader-haughs and Yarrow.

O fweeteft Sue.' 'tis only you

Can make life worth my wifhes,

If equal love your mind can move

To grant this beft of bliffes

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Thou art my fun, and thy leaft frown

Would blaft me in the bloffom;

But if thou fhine, and make me thine,

I'll flourifh in thy bofom.

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Tav.lor fell thro' the bed thiin _ ble an' a'; The

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ip=fcg=i1%J Tay-lor fell thro' the bed, thim.ble an* a.

The fleepy bit lafsie fhe dreaded nae ill,

The fleepy bit lafsie fhe dreaded nae ill;

The" weather was cauld and the lafsie lay ftill,

She thought that a Taylor could do her nae* ill.

Gie me the groat again, cany joung man,

Oie me the groat again, cany young man;

The day it is fhort and the night it is lang,

The deareft filler that ever I wan.

There's fomebody weary wi' lying her lane.

There's fomebody weary wi' lying her lane,

There's fome that are dowie, I trow wad be fain

To fee the bit Taylor come fkippin again.|

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Waukin ftill and weary: Sleep I can get nane,For thinking on my Dearie.

pipiMpplpWhen I fieep I dream,Wher. I wauk I'm irie;

Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my Dearie.

Ay waukin &c.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the lave are fleepin:

I think on my bony lad

And I bleer my een wi'greetin.

Ay waukin &c.

The Breaft knots.

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bridal in this town.And till't the lafs.es a' were boun', With

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mm i* imankie facings on their gown, And fome of them had breaft_ knots.

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1 1 J j i j^ fHey the bonny, how the bonny, O the bon_ny breaft — knots,

Tight and bonny were they a' When they got on their breaft knots-r

¥ mAnd there was mony a lufty lad.

As ever handled grape and gaud,I wat their manhood well they fhaw'd

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At ruffling of the breaft-knot.Hey the bonny &c.

At nine o' clock they did conveen,Some* clad in blue, fome clad in green,Wi'glancing buckles in their fheen,AncTflowers upon their waift-coat.

Hey the bonny &c.The bride by this time was right fain,

When that fhe faw fae light a tram,She pray'd the day- might keep frae rain,For fpoiling of their breaft knots.

Hey the bonny &c.Forth came the wives a' wi' a phrafe,

And wifh'd the laffie happy days,And muckte thought they of her claiths,And Specially theT>reaft-knots.

Hey the bonny &c.Forth fpake the mither, fan the faw,

The bride and maidens, a' fae bra',

Wi' cackling clouts, black be their fa'.

They have made a bonny caft o't.

Hey the bonny &c..

Next down their breakfeft it was fet.

Some barley Hppies of milk meat,ft leiped them it was fae het,As foon as they did tafte o't.

Hey the bonny &cTill lome frae them the fpoons they threw

And fwore that they had burnt their mouAnd fome into their cutty blew,I wat their will thfy mtft not.

He) the bon.iy &c.

^m iWhen ilka ane had o lawd their plate,

The piper lad he looked blate

Altho' they faid that he (hould eat,

T trow he loft the beft o't.

Hey the bonny &c.Syne forth they got a'wi'a loup,

Oer creels and deals and a' did coup.

The piper faid, wi' them d — 1 fcoup, 4He'd make a hungry feaft o't.

' Hey the bonny &c.Syne off they got a' wi'a fling,

Each lafs unto her lad did cling,

Anda'cryd for a different fpring.

The bride fhe fought the breaft-kno t

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Hey the bonny &c.Fan they ty'd up their marriage band,

At the bridegroom's they neift did land,

Forth came auld Madge wi'her fplit maAnd bread and cheefe a hift o't. (wn

Hey the bonny &c

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She took a quarter and a third

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On the bride's head fhe gae a gird.

Till farIs flewathort the yird,And parted round the reft o't.

Hey the bonny &c.The

4bride then by the hand they took

Twice, thrjee they led her roundfcrook,Some faid goodwife well mat ye brook

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And fome great count they caft not

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Hey the bonny fee

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, All ran to_ kilns and barns in ranks

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Some fat on deals,& fome on planks.The piper lad ftood on' his fhanks,And dirled up the breaft knot.

Hey the bonny &c.

•:>24Beware o' bonie Ann

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heart fhe will tre _ pan. Her een fae bright, like ftars by^P^fc

f.-f iq-L/Clciifhf^MjL^^night, Her fkin is like the fwan; Sae jitnpÎj- lac'd her

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Youth, grace and love attendant move,

And pleafure leads the van:

In a' their charms and conquering arms,

They wait on bonie Ann.

The captive bands may chain the hands,

But loove enflaves the man:

Ye gallants braw, I red you a,

Beware o* bonie Ann.

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This is no roiDe ain honfe.

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Then farewell to my father's houfe,

I gang where love invites me;

The ftricFteft duty this allows,

When love with honour meets me.

When Hymen moulds me into ane,

My Robie's nearer than my kin,

And to refufe him were a fin>

Sae lang's he kindly treats me.

When I am in mine ain houfe,

True love (kail be at hand ay,

To make me ftill a prudent fpoufe,

And let my man command ay;

Avoiding ilka caufe of ftrife,;

The common peft of married life.

That makes ane wearied of his wife,

And breaks the kindly band ay.

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£ iShe fell'd her coat and fhe drank it,

.F t i I ».» || She fell'd her coat and fhe drank it,

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married, She'll do it again or fhe die. She winna be guided for me.I || She mind't na when I forbade her,

-| H She mind't na when I forbade her,

4- I took a rung and I claw'd her,

And a braw gude bairn was fhe.

Laddie lie near me

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Nights tho' protracted, tho' piercing the weather,

Yet fummer was endlefs, when we were together; i

Now fince thy, abfence I feel moft feverely

Joy is extinguifh'd and being is dreary.

Dreary, dreary painful and dreary-

All the long winter night Laddie be near me.

Sie?e the fweet moments while yet they invite thee,

Pleafiires here flighted, hereafter may flight thee,

Diftance and time may no longer endear thee,

Come, my dear youth while thy prefence can chear me.Chear me, chear me heaven knows it would chear meAll the long winter night Laddie be near me

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What is my fault my foul's darling acquaint tne,

Let jealous fury no longer torment thee

,

Judge for thy felf how, I love and revere thee,

Heaven and thy heart from fulpicion will clear me.

Clear me, clear me juftice muft clear moAll the long winter night Laddie lie near me .

Old Words.

IANQ- hae we patted been,J Lafsie my dearie;

Now we are met again*

Lafsie lie near me.Cho. Near me, near me,

Lafsie lie near meLang haft thou lien thy lane,

Lafsie lit near me.

A that I hae endurd,Lafsie, nry dearie.

Here in thy arms is cur'd,

Lafsie lie near me.

Cho. Near me, fee.

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But I was bakin when he came, There lay a duck-dub before the door,

When he came, when he came; Before the door, before the door,

I took him in and gae him a fcone, There lay a duck-dub before the door,

To thow his frozen mou'. And there fell he I trow.

And wow but, &c. And wow but, &c.

1 fet him in afide the bink, Out came the goodman, and high he fhouted,

I gae him bread, and ale to drink, Out came the goodwife,and low fhe louted,-

And neer a blyth ftyme wad he blink,And a' the town-neighbours were gather'd-

Until his wame was fou. And there lay he I trow. £about it,

And wow but, &c. And wow but, &c.

Gae, get ye gone,ye cauldrife wooer, Then out came I, and fneercl and fmilU,

Ye four-looking, cauldrife wooer, Ye came to woo, but ye're a' beguil'd,

I ftraightway fhowd him th the door, Ye'ave fa'en i' the dirt, and ye re a' befyldSaying, come nae mair to woo. We'll hae nae mair of you.And wow but, fee. And wow but, &c.

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When purple morning ftarts the hare

To fteal upon her early fare;

Then thro' the dews he maun repair,

The Gardener wi' his paidle.

Whe%day, expiring in the weft,

The curtain draws of Xature's reft;

He flies to her arms he lo es the beft,

The Gardener wi' his paidle.

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weft countrie Fell in love with Barbara Al_lan.

m*W #He fent his man down thro the town.To the place where ihe was dwelling;

O hafte and come to niy maiter denr,

Gin ye be Barbara Allan

.

O hooiy, hooly rofe (he up,

To the. place where he was lying,

And when fhe drew the curtin by,

Young man, I think youre dying.

O its I'm fick, and very very fick,

And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan.

O the better for ire ye's never be,

Tho'your hearts blood were a fpilling

, O dinna ye mind,your.g man, fa:d £he.

When ye the cuos was iillin

That ye made the healths gae round and

And flighted Barbara Allan, ("round.

He turh'd his face unto the wa',

And death was witn hiro dealing-,

Adieu, adieu, my cVfcL friends a\

And be kind to Barbara Allan.

And flowly, flowiy raife fhe up.

And flowly, flowiy left him;

And fighing, faid, the cou'd not ftay,

Since death of life h:id reft hirr.

.

She had nae gane a mile but twa.

When fhe heard the deid-bell knelling,

Ari ev'ry -Jow that the deid-bell ge;d.

It cry'd, wot to Barbara Allan.

O -rother, rrctier, mak my bed,

C r.ake :t GJt and narrow;

Since roy love e'ed for me *-o-day,

I'll J-e for him to-morrow.

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t^m-^"morning when T view my glafs,Then I perceive my beauty going,When tii-

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fqrricftrg^g^î-<*^ wrinkles fei/e the face,Then we mar Did a_cicu to wooing. .V

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beauty ine? fc much adrr.ir'd; I find it fading faft. arid firing; Mr-* ( B»

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checks which coral like appear'd.Grow pale the broken blood dernying-< cmm i

Ahl vie may fee ourfelves to be

Like fuirirer fru.t that is unfhaken;

When ripe, ! he) focn fall down and die,

And by corruption quickly taken.

(Te then your "ime,j'e virg;ns fair,

Employ yo-jr day before tis evil;

Fifteen is a feafon rare,

But fine an twenty is the devil,

juft when ripe, confent unto 't,

Hug ."a? mair your lanely pillow;

Women £rr like other fruit,

They loft their reli{h when too mellow.

If opportunity be lof%

You'll find it hard to be regained;

Which now i may tell to my coft,

Tho' but myfel nane can be blamed.

If then your fortune you refpec"^,

Take the ocoafion when it offers;

Nor a true lovers fuit neglect,

Left you be feoff cl for being fcofilrs.

I, by his fond expreffions, thought fig;

Tha'^ in his !cve hed neer prove chrr^-

Sut now, alas! 'tis tu.n'd to nought,

And,paft zry hope, he's gane a ranging.

Dear maide-s, then, take my advice,

And let x-o. coycefs prove your ruin;

For if ye be o'er foolifh nice,

Your fuiters will give over wooing.

Then maiders auld you r:.md will be,

Atid in that fretful rank be number'd,

As lang as lift; and when \e die,

With ieadir.g apes be ever cumber'd

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A punishment, a 'id hated band, »

With which we car.not be '-onten* r '

Then be hot wife behind the hanJ

That the miftake may be prevented

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Mi POn a ••bank of flowers in a fum_mer day, For

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wood, Who for her favour oft had fud; He gn/d,he wiGidj her

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fear'd, he blufh'd, And trembled where he ftood

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Her clofed eyes like weapons fheathd

Were feal'd in loft repofe;

Her lips, ftill as fhe fragrant breathe!.

It richer dy'd the rofe.

The fpringing lilies fweetly preft.

Wild, wanton kifs'd her rival breaft;

He gaz'd. he wifh'd.he fear'd, he blufh'd.

His bofom ill at reft.

rHtr robes light waving in the breeze,

Her tender limbs embrace;

Her lovely form, her native eafe,

\ll harmony and grace:

Tumultuous tides his pulfes ro: 1

A faltering, ardent kifs he ftolcs

Hs gaz'd, he wifh'd,he fear'd, he blufh'd,

And figh'd his very foul.

As flies the partridge from the brake

On fear-infpired wings,

So Nelly ftarting, half-awake,

Away affrighted fprings:

But Willy follow'd, _as he fhould.

He overtook her in the wood;

He vowd, he prayd,he found the maid

Forgiving all and good

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«3^The day returns, my bofom barns,

Tune, Seventh of Novcm'o .r.

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iay we twa did meet, Tho' winter wild in tempeft toil'd, Ne'er

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fae fwret. Then a' the pride that loads the

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tide, And crofses o'er the ful_try line; Than kingly robes, tha~

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While day and night can bring delight,

Or nature aught of pleafure give;

While joys above, my mind can move,

For thee and thee alone 1 live!

When that grim foe of life below

Comes in between to make us part;

The iron hand that breaks our band,

It breaks myblif9_it breaks mv heart! '

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My love fhe's bat a Lafsie jet.

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let her ftand a jear or twa, She'll no be half fae faucj jet. I

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gets her needs na faj he's wood. But he majfaj he's bought he'r O.

3* *Come draw a drap o' the beft o't jet, We're a' drj wi' drinking o't,

Come draw a drap o' the beft o't jet: We're a' drj wi' drinking o't:

Gae feek for pleafure whare je will, The minifter kifst the fuller's wife.

But here T never mifst it jet. He could na preach for thinkin o't

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The Gaberlnnzie- man.

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he gan to clap And cadgi_ly cadgi_Iy ranted and fang.

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j i a » i as1 WO vow! quo' he, were I as free.

As firft when Ifawthis country,

How blyth and merry wad I be!

And I wad never think lang.

He grew canty, and fhe grew fain;

But little did her auld minny ken

What thir flee twa together were fay ng,

When wooing they were fae thrang.

And O! quo' he, ann ye were as black

As e'er the crown of my dadys hat,

'Tis I wad lay thee by my back,

And awa wi' me thou fhou'd gang.

And O! quo' fhe, ann I were as white,

As e'er the fnaw lay on the dike,

I'd clead me braw and lady-like,

And awa' wi' thee I would gang.

Between the twa was made a plot;

They raife a wee jjefore the cock,

And wilily they fhot the lock,

And faft to the bent are they gane

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LTp in the morn the auld wife raife,

And .at her leifure pat on her claife;

Syne to the fervants bed fhe gaes.

To fpeer for the filly poor man.

She gaed to the bed where the beggar

The ltrae was cauld, he was away,

She clapt her hands, cry'd, Walladay!

For fome of our gear will be gane.

Some ran to coffers, and fome to kifts.

But nought'was ftown that cou'd be mift,

She dancd her lane.crytl praife be bleft!

I have lodg'd a leal poor man.

Since naethings awa', as we can learn,

The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn,

Qae butt the houfe,lafs,and wauken myAnd bid her come quickly ben. (bairn.

The fervant gade where the daughter lay,

The fheets was cauld, fhe was sway,

And faft to her goodwife did fay,

She's aff wi' the gaberlun/ie-man.

O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,

And hafte ye find thefe traytors again;

For fhe'a be burnt, and he's be flain,

The wearifu' gaberlun/ie-man.

Some rade upo'horfe, fome ran a foot.

The wife was wood and out o her wit;.. vShe cou'd na gang, nor yet cou<d flie fit,

But ay fhe curs'd and.ay fhe baiind.

Mean, time far hind out o'er the lee

Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane could fee,

The twa with kindly fport and glee,

Cut frae a new cheefe a whang:

The priving was good, it pleas 'd thembaith

To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith.

Quo'fhe.To leave thee I will be kith,

My winfome gaberlun/ie-man.

O kend my minny T were wi' j-ou

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Ill-fardly wad fhe crook her moa',

Sick a poor man fhe'd never trow,

After the gaberlun/ie-man.

My dear, quo' he, ye'reyet o'er young,

And ha' nae learn'd the beggars tongue,

To follow me frae town to town,

And carry the gaberlun/ie on.

Wi' cauk and keel I'll win jour bread,

And fpindlesflc whorles for them wha need,

Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,

To carry the gaberlun/ie on.

I'U bow my leg, and crook my knee,

And draw a black clout o'er iny eye,

A cripple or blind they will ca' me, ,

While we fhal! be mem- and fing.

236Canld froftj morning.

Sae gently I ftaw to my lovely Maid 8 chamber,

And rapp'd at her window, low down on my knee;

Begging that fhe would awauk from fweet flumber,

Awauk from fweet flumber and pity me

.

For, that a ftranger to a' pleafure, peace and reft,

Love into madnefs had fired my tortur'd breaft,

And that I fhould be of a' men the maift unbleft,

Unlefs fhe would pity my fad miferie!

My true-love arofe and whifpered to me,

(The moon looked in, and ervy'd my love's charms;)

"An innocent maiden, ah, would you undo me.

I made no reply, but leapt into her arms:

Bright Phebus peep'd over the hills and found me there;

As he has done, now,'feven lang years and mair:

A faithfuller, conftanter, kinder, more loving Pair,

, His fweet-chearing beam nor enlightens nor warms

.

The black Eagle.237

Hark! yonder Eagle lone-ly wails: His faithful bofomXxQ-Ot Hark! yonder Eagle lone_ly wails; His faithful bofom

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m grtef af -Sails: Laft night I heard him in my dream, When

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death and woe were all the theme. Like that poor bird I make mj

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Twaa mighty love that tam'd his breaft,

'Tis tender grief that breaks his reft.

He droops his wings, he hangs his head,

Since fhe he fondly lov'd was dead.

With Delia's breath my joy expir'd,

Twas Delias fmiles my fancy fir'd;

Like that poor Bird, I pine, and prove

Nought can fupply the place of love.

Dark as his feathers was the fate

That robb'd him of his darling Mate,

Dimm'd is the luftre of his eye,

That wont to ga/e the fun-bright fk\

.

To him is now for ever loft

The heartfelt blifs he once could bouft

,

Thy forrows, haplefs bird, dafplay

An image of my foul's difmay

.

438Jamie come try me.

Bipi fe229 "V* Jamie come try me, Jamie come txy me, If tuou **ould

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HH m t Ui.u^^win my last Jamie come try me. If thou fhould afk ten love,

If thou fhould kifs me, love,

Wha could efpy thee?

If thou wad be my love,

Jamie come try me.

Jamie come &c.

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Maeie's Tocher

£^,V^-J! ^'he meal was dear fhort f\ ne.The maut & a' the gither, Anc

fyne came ben the lafs, Wi' fwats drawn frae the butt, He

Continued.219

My doughter y e fhall hae„I'll gi' you her by the hand:

But I'll part »i' my wife by my fay,

Cr I part wi' my land

.

Your tocher it fall be good,

There's nane fall hae its maik,

The lafs bound in her fnood,And Crummie wha kens her ftake:

With an auld bead n o' claiths,

Was left me by my mither,

They re jet black o'er wi' flacs,

Ye may cuddle in them the gither..

Ye fpeak right well, guidman,But ye maun mend your hand,

And think o' modefty,

Gin ye'll'not <juat your land:

We are but young, ye ken,

. And now we're gawn the gither;

A houfe is but and ben,

And Crummie will want her fother.

The bairns are coming on,

And they'll cry, O their mither;

We have nouther pat nor pan,

But four bare legs the gither.

Your tochers be good enoughFcr that you need nae fear,

Twa good ftilts to the pleugh,

And ye your fell maun fteer:

Ye fhall hae twa good pocksThat anes were o' the tweel,

The t' ane to had the grots,

The ither tr> had the meal;

With an auld kift made of wands,

And that fall be ycur coffer,

Wi' aiken woody bands,

And that may had your tocher

.

Confider well, guidman,

We hae but borrowed gear.

The horfe that 1 ride on

Is Sandy Wilfon's mare:

The faddle's nane of my ain,

And thae's but borrow d boots.

And when that I gae hame',

I maun tak to my kocts:

The cloak is Geord Watt's,

That gars me look fae croufe;

Come fill us a cogue of fv/ats.

We'll make nae mair tooin ruf.

I 'ike you weel, young lad,

For telling me fae plain,

I married when litt'e I had

O'gear that was my ain:

But fin that things are fae,

The bride fhe maun come furth,

Tho a' the gear fhe' 11 hae.

It'll be but little worth.

A bargain it maun be,

Fy cry on Giles the niftier:

Content am I, quo' fhe,

Eengar the hiffie come hither.

The bride fhe gadc till her bed.

The bridegroom he came till her;

The fidler crap in at the fit.

And they cuddl'd it a' the gftl

^toMy bony Mary.

ECmm±=+âs£mtfmrtic3«- "S * Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a

^£=^ za S P« =T^r^f mmfil _ ver taf_fie; That [ ma)' drink be _ fore I go A

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mfer_vice to my bo _ nie lafsie. The boat rocks at the Pier o'

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esThe trumpets found, the banners fly,

The glittering fpears are ranked ready,

The fhouta o' war are heard a far.

The battle clofes deep and bloody:

Its not the roar o' fea or fhore,

Wad make me langer wifh to tarry;

Nor fhouts o' war that's heard afar,

It's leaving thee, my bony Mary!

The lazy mi ft.241

*0-4 v^|( The la/y mift hangs from the brow of the hill,ConcealingyMMI r.1 1a r xr ¥ xt

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courfe of the dark winding rill; How languid the fcenes, late fo

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fpriphtly, appear. As Autumn to Winter refigns the pale year. The

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&£ssm idi£ £forefts are lc-aflefs, the meadows are broun. And all the gay

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How long I have liv'd -but how much liv'd in vain;

How little of life's fcanty fpan may remain:

What alpects, old Time, in his progrefs, has worn;

What ties, cruel Fate, in my bofom has torn.

How foolifh, or worfe, till our fumrnit is gain'd!

And downward, how weaken'd how darken'd, how pain'dl

Life is not worth having with all it can give,

For femetiung bejond it poor man fure muft live.

242The Captain's Lady

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2<JC) -\ * O mount and go, Mount and make you ready, O/): L / *—r s E e Q r—-

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And the cannons rattle, Thou (hall fit in fiate, And fee thy love in^^¥

battle. When the drums do beat, And the cannons rattle. Thou fhalt

IE q -l_q a : !

When the vanquifli'd foe

Sues for peace and quiet,

T& the {hades we'll goAnd in love enjoy it.

Cho* O Mount &c.

Johnie Cope.

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Continued.243

Jh-r r r I r #!## 1#-»-# §sETn^TThe cam naur, Until he landed at Dunbar Right early in a morning.

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fer r jo j'Jicrtnôhnie Cope are ye waukine yet, Or ar

a fj-r f-, i . fl g sfc *=wHey Johnie Cope are ye wauking jet, Or are ye fleeping I wcula v\it;G

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hafte ye get up for the drums do beat O fye Cope rife in the morning.

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He wrote a challenge from Dunbar,Come fight me Charlie an ye daur;

!f it be not by the chance of warI'll give you a merry morning.

Hey Johnie Cope ftc.

On the morrow when he did rife.

He look'd between him and the fkic s

;

He faw them wi' their naked thighs,

Which fear'd him in the morningHey Johnie Cope ftc.

When Charlie look'd the letter upon O then he flew into Dunbar,He drew his fword the fcabbard from- Crying for a man of war; (tar,

"So Heaven reftore to me my own, He thought to have pafs'd for a'ruftir

'I'll meet you, Cope, in the morning.' And gotten aw.-i in the morning.

Hey Johnie Cope ftc. Hey Johnie Cope fee.

Cope fw6re with many a bloody word Sir Johnie into Berwick radc,

That he would fight them dun and (word, Juft as the devil had been his guH' ,

But he fled frae his neft like an ill fear'd Gien him the warld he would naftd, .

And Johnie he took wing inJ-morning(bird,To foughten the boj-s in the morning # .

Hey Johnie Cope ftc

.


It was upon an afternoon, Says the Berwickere unto Sir John,Sir Johnie march'd to Prefton town O what's become of all your men.He fays, my lads come lean you down, [n faith fays he, I dinna ken,And we'll fight the boys in the morning. I left them a' this morning.

Hey Johnie Cope fee . Hey Johnie Cope ftc.

But when he faw the Highland lads Says Lord Mark Car ye are na blate

,

Wi' tartan trewB and white cockauds, To bring us the new's o'jrmrain defeat

Wi'fwords & guns ft rungs ft gauds, I think you defervt the back o' the gate;O Johnie. he took wing in the morning. Get put o' my fight this morning.

Hey Johnie Cope ftc

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244I Love my Jean.

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^ fee her in the dewy flowers, I fee her Tweet and fair; I

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A' hear her in the- tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's

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^ not a bony flower, that fprintjs By fountain, fhaw, or green, Theres

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Tane, O dear mother, what fliali T do.2i

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lui k be - tide you. Laf_ ses, when their fancy 8 carried,m 4lEz

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Think of nought but to be married, Run hing to

Old Words.

O dear ninny, what fhall I do ?

O dear ininny, what fhall I do.'

O dear tninny, what fhall I do.'

Daft thing, doylt thing, do as I do.

If I be biack, I canna be lo ed;

If 1 be fair, I canna be gude;

If I be lordly, the lads will look by me:

O dear minry, what fhall T do?

Chn . O dear rrnnnv #ic.

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O Alloa Houfe! how much art thou chang'dl

How filent t how dull to me is each grovel

Alone I here wander where once we both rangd,

Alas, where to plcafe me my Sandy once ftrovel

Hen- Sandy I heard the tales that you told;

Here Iiftmd too fond, whenever you fing;

Am I grown ltf's fair, then, that you aie turn'd cold,

Or foolifh, believd a falfe, flattering tongue.

So fpoke the fair maid; when forrow s keen pain,

And fharr.e.her laft falt'ring accents juppreft;

For fate at that moment brought bark her diar fwain.

Who heard, and, with rapture, his Nellv addreft.

My Nelly my fair, I come, O my love,

No pow'r fhall thee tear again from nv\ arm?,

And, Nelly, no more thy fond fhepkerd k prove,

Who knows thy fair worth, and adores aU' thv charms.

She heard; and new joy ilot thro' her foft fj-ame;

And will you, my love! be true, fhe rcply'd!

And live I to meet my fond fhepherd the fame!

Or dream I that Sand)- will make ^.e his bride!

O Nelly! I live to find thee ftill kind;

Still true to thy fwain, and lovely, as true:

Then ad'eui to all forrow; what foul is fo blind.

As not to live happ\ roj e\er with ôu.

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Taae, Carle, au* the king come

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-^ Thou may dance, and I fhall fing, Peggy, fine e the kings come. Na«^^ ^^ 1

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filk, And be a lad) of that Ilk. Now Peggy, finre the kings come.

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Old 'fer'ds.

Chorus

^"lARI. an the king come,^—y

Carl an the king come;

Thou fhalt dance and I will fing,

C?rl an the king come.

I trow we fwapped for the warfe.

We gae the boct and better horfe;

And that we'll tell them at the crofs,

Carl an the king come.

Cho? Carl an &c.

An fomebodic were, come again, Coggie an the king come,

Tl<n forrcbo-du- maun crofs the main, Coggie an the king come,

And even,- man fhall hae his ain, I'fe be fou and thou'fe be toom.

Tarl an the king come. Coggie an the king come.

Gbjt* Carl an Sic. Cho? Coggie an &c.

T*he Siller Crown.[49

240 J^ *„j .— r~n ,.,.ii_ :„ Rtf -. •; i~.l All.. I... ...And ye fall walk in filk at _ tire, AraJ TiIIt t-ae to

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fpart, Gin Tell con fent to be his bride, Nor

i-^gown, Wi' a poor bro_ ken heart, Or w-hat's to me a

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fil'_ er crown, Gin frae my love I part

'1 he mind whafe ever)- with is pure His gentle manners wan my, heait,

Far dearer is to me,,He, grateful' took the gift;

A, id e'er I'm forc'd to break my faith.Cou'd I but think, to feek it backI'll lav me down and die: It wou'd be war than theft.

For I hae pledged my virgin troth For langeft life, can ne'er repayBrave Donalds fate to faare, The love he bears to me.

And he has gi'en to me his heart -And e'er I'm forced to br**k my troth

»l a its Hirtui-a rare. I'll lay me down and die.

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241

S. Kilda Song.

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bree/es lan_guifh, Sooth_ing ftill my ten_der an_guifh,

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Hoping ftill to find my lover, IE have wander'd far ar.d

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fell

^-HUÎH^near, O where fhall I the youth difcovcr.

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Sleeps he in your breezy fhade,

Ye rocks with mofs and ivy waving,

On fome bank where wild waves laving,

Murmur through the twifted willow;

On that bank.O were I laid,

How foft fhould be my lover's pillow!

The Mill Mill O.

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Be_neath a green fhade T fand a fair maid. Was

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ay j jJmr ^ûi^û oca

1rove A -round her wi' good will O: Her bofoni Ipreft; but

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r crier crf-flity J J §^^P«<~ fkpt, clofe to her I crept. And kifs'd & kifs'd Kr my fill O. "

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OLlig'd by co-nir.ano in Flanders to land,T' employ nry courage and fkilL.O,

Frau her quietly I ftaw, uoift fails and ana,For the wind blew fair on the billow .

Twa \ears brought me hame, where loud-fraifing fameTald me with a voice right fhrilkJO, •r

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My lafs, like a fool, had mounted the ftool,

Nor kend whahad done her the ill..O.

Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her arms,I ferrying fpeir'd how file fell.JO,

Wi' the tear in her eye, quoth fha, Let me die,Sweet Sir, gin I can telL.O.

But love gave command, I took her by the hand,And bade a her fears expel..O,

And nae mair look wan, for I was the manWha had done her the deed myfel-.O.

My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs,Beneath the Shilling hill..O,

If I did offence, I'fe make ye amendsBefore I leave Peggy's mill .O.

O the mill, mill..O, and the kill, ki!1..0.

And the coggin of th< wheel .'.O:

The fuck and the f^\e. a' that ye maun leave,

And round with a fodVer ret I . O

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243

The Waefti Heart.

Gin living worth coud win my heart, You woud na

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Yet ohl gin heavn in mercy foon

Wou'd grant the boon I crave,

And tak' this life now naething worth

Sin Jamie's in his grave.

And fee his gentle fpirit come

To fhow me on my way,

.-iirprif'd nae doubt, I ftill am here,

Sair wondring at my ftay.

I come, I come, my Jamie dear

And oh! wi' what gude will

I follow, wharfoe'er ye lead.

Ye canna lead to ill.

She fold, and foon a deadlie pale

Her faded cheek pofseft,

Her waefu' heart forgot to beat

Her forrows funk to reft.

Lafs gin ye loe me, tell ine now.

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IV"-' canria come il_ka dav *o woo. I hae a calf will fbon be » cow

I've a houfe on yonder muir, Ive a hen wi' a happity leg,

Lafs gin ye lo'e me tell me now, Lafs gin j e lo e me tak me now.Three fparrows may dance on the Toor, Which ilka day lays me an egg,And I canr.a corns ilka day to woo;I hae a butt and I hae a benn,

Lafs gin ye loe me tak me now;I hae three chickens and a fat hen,

And I canna come ony mair to woo

.

And F canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a kebbock cpon my fhelf,

Lafs gin ye loe me tak me now,

I downa eat it a' u.y felf.

And I winna come ony mair to woo.

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. The Lovers addrefs to Rofe bad. By Lady.

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Beauty's days are bright but few, This hour in prime, the

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Krcma fair flpw'r all hearts now warming, Love will teach thee when rcfigning.

She muft yeild to fates decree, On that breaft thy blufhing pride,

Soon like her, thou fhalt be charming, How thy modeft head declining,

Soon fhe'll fade and pafs like thee. May deck her beauties, yet not hide.

As thou art the faireft blofsom, If fome hand too boldly daring

Th\ bleft lot fhall envy move; There difturbs thy bleft repofe,

Go breath thy fweets on Emma's bofom. Be not of (hy vengeance fparing,

Stat of innocence and love. Sheath thy prickles in my loes.

Ceafe.ceafe my dear friend to explore.

Slow

_cufe and in_terpnet my" heart. Then how much I admire you (hall

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prove. When like^me you are taught to ad _ mire,And imagine how

T^han funfhine more dear to. my fight,

To my life more efsential than air,

To my foul fhe is perfect delight,

To my fenfe all that's pleafing and fair.

The fwains who her beauty beholdWith tranfport applaud ev'ry charm,And fwear that the breaft muft be cold

Which a beam fo witenfe cannot warm.

Ah! fay will ftie (lightly forego,

A conqueft, tho' humble, jet fure;

Will (he leave a poor fhc-pherd to woe,Who for her ev'ry blifs would procure.

Alas! too prefaging my fears,

Too jealous my foul of it's blifs,

Methinks fhe already appears,

To forfee, and elude my addrefs.

Does my boldriefs offend my dear maid,

Is my fondnefs loquacious, and free,

.Are my vifits too frequently paid,

Or my converfe unworthy of thee.

(breaft.Yet when grief was too big for my ,.

And labourd in fighs to complain,

It's ftruggles I oft have fuppreft, '

And filence impos'd on my pain.

And oft while, by tendernt-fs caught

To my charmer's retirement I flew/ir,

I reproach'd the fond abfence ofthoug-

And in blufhing confufion, withdrew.

My fpecch, tho' too little refin'd, • •.

Tho' fimple and aukward my mien,

Vet ftill fhouldft thou deign to be kind,

What a.wonderful change might be feeni

Ahl Srrephon how vain thy defire,

Thy numbers and mufic how vain,

While me'rit and fortune confpire,

The (miles of the rymph, to obtain.

Yet ceafe to upbraid the foft choice,

Tho' it ne'er fhould dctcrininf tor thee,

If thv heart in h<_r Jo) may rejoice,

Unhappy thou never, canft be -

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When the fhcep are in the fauld & the ky at hame,&

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Young Jamie lood me well and he fought nit for his bride,But faving a crown he had naething be fide.

To make that crown a pound my Jamie gade to fea.

And the crown and the pound were baith for me

.

He had nae been awa a week but only twa,

When my mother fhe fell fick and the cow was ftown awa,

My father brake his arm and my Jamie at the fea,

And auld Robin Gray came a courting me.My father coudna work and my mother coudna fpin,

I toil'd day and night but their bread I coudna win,

Auld Rob maintain'd them baith and wi' tears in his ee,

Said Jenny for their fakes O marry me

.

My heart it faid nay I lookd for Jamie back,

But the wind it blew high and the fhip it was a wrack,

The fhip it was a wrack why didna Jenny die,

And why do I live to fay waes me.Auld Robin argued fair tho' my mother didna fpeak,

She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break,

So they gied him my hand tho' roy heart was in the fea,

And auld Robin Gray is gudeinan to me.I hadna been a wife a week out only four.

When fitting fae mournfuly at the door,

I faw my Jamie's wreath for I coudna think it he.

Till he faid I'm come bark foil to marry thee.

fair did we greet and n.irklt did He (:•} ,

We took but ae kifs and »<• tore ourfclvis away,

1 wifh I were dead but I'm no likt to die,

And why do I live to fay waes me.I gar*g i'ke a ghaift and I cart nae to rpin,

I darena think on Jamie for that wad be a fin,

But I'll do my beft a gudewife to be,

For auld Robin Gray is kind to me.

Jenny.

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ROGER.

T m happy now; ah! let my head

Upon thy breaft recline; "

The pleafure ftrikes me near -hand -dead;

Is Jennj then fae kind.

O let me bri/. thee to my heart,

And round my arms entwine:

Dclightfu' thought! we'll never part,

Come, prefs thy mouth to mine.

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How we live, my Meg and.jne,

How we love and how we gree;

I carena by how few may fee,

Whiftle o'er the lave o't.

Wha I wifh were maggots meat,

Difh'd up in her winding -fheet;

I could write - b'lt Meg maun fee't,

Whiftle o'er the lave o't.

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My Cromie is a ufefu' cow,

And fhe is come of a good kyne;

Oft has fhe wet the bairns mou.And I am laith that fhe fhculd tyne;

Get up.goodman, it is fou time.

The fun fhines in the lift fae hie;

Sloth never made a gracious end,

Go tak your auld cloak about ye.

My cloak was anes a good grey cloak,

When it was fitting for my wear;

Rut now its fcantly worth a groat,

For I have worn't this thirty year;

Lets fpend the gear that we have won,

We little ken the day we'll die;

Then I'll be proud, Once I have {worn

To have a new cloak about me.

In days when our King Robert rang,

His trews they coft but half a crown;

He faid they were a groat o'er dear,

And ca'd the taylor'thief and loun

.

He was the king that wore a crown.

And thou the man of lajgh degree,

Tis pride puts a' the countrv down,Sae tak thy auld cloak about je.

Every land has its ain laugh,

Ilk kind of corn it has its hool,

I think the warld is a' run wrang.

When ilka wife her man wad rule;

Do ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hab,As they are girded gallantly.

While I fit hurk^n in the afe.

I'll have a new cloak about me.

Goodman, I wat 'tis thirty years

Since we did ane anither ken;

And we have had between us twa

Of lads and bonny laffes ten;

Now they are women grown and men,

T with and pray well may they be;

And if you prove a good hufband,

E'en tak your auld cloak about ye.

Bell my wife, fhe loves na ftrife.

But fhe wad guide tr.e, if fhe can;

And to maintain an eafy life,

Taft maun yield , tho' I'm gudeman:Nought's to be won at woman's hand,

(Inlefs }e gi'e her a' the plea;

Then I'll leave off where 1 began,

And tak my auld cloak .about me

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Life happy, from ambition, free,

Envy, and vile hypocrify,

Where truth and love with joy agree,

tjnfullied with a crime:

(Jnmov'd with what difturbs the great.

In proping of their pride and ftate:

He lives, and unafraid of fate,

Cortented fpends his time.

Donald and Flora.i>61

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'Loud howls tne northern blaft,

Jfr'Bleak is the dreary wafte;

'Hafte thee O Donald hafte

'Hafte to thy Flora.

'Twice twelve long months are o'er.

'Since in a foreign fhore,

'You promise) to fight no more,But meet me in Mora.

Where now is Donald dear,

(Maids cry with taunting fneer

"Say is he ftill fincere' To his lov'd Flora. _

'Parents upbraid my moan;'Each heart is turti'd to ftone _'Ah Flora, thou'rt now alone

'Frie-ndlefs in Moral

'Come then, oh come awav, < ~

'Donald no longer ft^y _'Where can my rovei ftray

'From his dear Flora. _Ah fure he ne'er couid be'Falfe to his "ows and me'O Heaven 1 _ is not yonder he

'Bounding tn Moral

'Xev(rO v.iet'.-hcd fair!

(Sigh'd the fad mefsengor,)"Never fharl Donald ma:"r

'Meet his lov'd Floral* \ fmall vallr\ in Atholc ,fo named

8'Cold, cold beyond the main,

'Donald thy love lies flain; _'He lent me to foothe thy pain

'Weeping in Mora.

'Well fought our gallant men-'Headed by brave Burgojne,'Our heros were thrice led on

'To Britifh glory.. _'But ah; tho' our foes did flee,

'Sad was the Iofs to thee,

'While ev'ry frefh victory

'Drown'd us in forrow.

''Here take this truffy blade,

(Donald expiring faid,)

"Give it to yon dear maid

"Weeping in Mora.

"Tell her oh Allan tell,

"Donald thus bravely fell,

"And that in his laft farewell

"He thought on his Flora?

Mute ftood the trembling fair,

Speechlefs with wild defpair,

Then ftriking her bofom bare

Sigh'd out poor Floral _Oh Donald i oh welladayi

Was all the fond heart could fjj

At length the found died away

Feebly in Mora,

by the two lovera.

^6'2By the delicious warmnefs of thy tnouth.

Palie Sings

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Patie Sings

But g;n they hing o'er tang uppn the tree,

Their fweetnefs they may tine; and fae vaty ye:

Red cheeked you completly ripe appear,

Ard ' hat tho!*d and woo'd a lang haff-year.

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Peggy finging, falls into Patie's arms.

Then dinna pu me, gently thus I fa'

Into ay Patie's arms, for good and a':

But ftint your wifhes to this kind embrace,

And mint nae farer till we've go| the grace.

Patiefwith his left hand about her waiftA

O charming armfu' hence ye cares away,

I'll kifs my treafure a' the live_lang day;

A' night I'll dream my kifses o'er again,

Till that day come that ye'U be a' my ain.

Sung by both.

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Far a' the lee-lang fiinmer's day,

oudna fing, I coudna fay,

Kc>w much, how dear, I love thee.

T fee thee dancing o'er the green,

Thy waift fae jimp, thy limbs fae clean,

Thy tempting lips, tby roguifh een -

Bv Heaven and Earth I love thee.

By night, by day, a -field, at hame,

The thoughts o' thee my breaft inflame;

And ay I mufe and\fing thy name,

I only live to love thee.

Tho' I were doom'd to wander on,

Beyond the fea, beyond the fun,

Till my laft, weary fand was run;

Till then. and then I love thee.

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The Captive Ribband.A Galic Air.

faithfull love could gain; And would you afk me to refign, The<~ taitniuu love couia gam; Ana would you an

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Go bid the hero who has run And fhare the fate I would import-

Thro' fields of death to gather fame, On thee, wert thou my captive too.

~o bid him lay his laurels down\nd all his well earn'd praife difclaim. It fhall upon my bofom live,

Or clafp me in a clofe embrace;

The Ribband fhail its freedom lofe, And at its fortune if you grieve -

Lofe all the blifs it had with you, Retrieve its doom and take its place.

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fhoon lake the flae, And his clear filler buckles thej- da/*le as a'.

t rr5 3gFor beauty and fortune the laddies been coortin;

Weel-featurd, weel-tocher'd, weel mounted and btaw;

But chieftj" the filler, that gars him gang till her,

The Pennie's the jewel that beautifies a*.

There's Meg wi' the mailin that fain wad a haen him";

And Sufie whafe daddy was laird o' the Ha;

There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maift fetters his fancy-

But th' laddie's dear fel he lo'es deareft of a'.

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Farewell to the ftraths and green vallies below:

Farewell to the forefts and wild hanging woods;

Farewell to the torrents and loud pouring floods.

Mv heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart s in the Highlands a chafing the deer:

Chafing the wild deer, and following the .roe;

My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

John Anderson my Jo.^69

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John Anderfon my jo, John,

We clamb the hill the gither;

And mony a canty day John,

We've had vsi' ane anither:

Now we maun totter down, John,

And hand in hand we'll go;

And deep the gither at the foot,

John Anderfon my Jo.

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Deil talc the Wars

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271

HJflJI m ri flr-tf i rar i rrirt^^S=F=«me, he'll neer re_ turn. A thoufand loons abroad will fight hiin,He fr&e

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ufands ne'er will run; Day & night I did in _ vite him,To ftay fafe from4 =cfc m m mm 3E-e

mdor t-un; 1 usd allurine graces With muckTe kind embraces.Ncwfkrhinenc-<( Tmoi dor gun; T use) alluring graces With muckle kind embraces.Ncw fighing nc

f wafhd and patchc! to make me look provoking,Snares they faid would catch the men;

And on .my head a huge commp.de fat cocking,Which made me fhew as tall again:

For a new gown I paid muckle money,Which v,ith golden flowers did fhine:

My love well might think me gay and bonny,Nae fcots lafs was e'er fo fine.

My petticoat I fpotted,

Fringetoo with thread I knotted,Lacd fhoes and filken hofe garter'd o'er the knee;

But ohi the fatal thought,

To Willy thefe are nought,Wha rid to towns, and rifled wi' dragoons,V'hen he, filly loon, might hae plundcr'd me.

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Our ancient crown's fan in the duft; And we hae done wi' thriving.

Deil blin' them wi' the ftoure o't, Cho? Awa whigs &c.

And write their names in his black beuk

Wha gae the whigs the power o'ti

Ghof Awa whigs &c.

Our fad decay in church and ftate

Surpafses my defcriving:

The whigs cam o'er us for a curfe,

Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap,

But we may fee him wauken:

Gude help the day when roj-al heads

Are hunted like a maukin.

Cho? Awa whigs Ac.

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As I gaed down the water-fide, Ye fall get gowns and ribbons meet,

There I met my fhepherd-lad, Cauf-leather fhoon upon your feet,

He row'd me fweetly in his plaid, And in my arms ye'se lie and fleep,

An he cad me his dearie. And ye fall be my dearie.

t no? Ca' the ewes &c

.

Cho? Ca' the ewes &c

.

Wiij ye gang down the water- fide

And fee the waves fae fweetfy glide

Beneath the ha/els fpreading wide,

The moon it fliines fu' clearly.

Cho? Ca' the ewes &c

.

If ye'll but ftand to what ye've faid,

Ise gang wi' you, my (hepherd-lad.

And ye may rowe me in your plaid.

And I fall be your dearie

.

Cho8 Ca' the ewes &c .

I was bred iip at nae fie fchool,

My fhepherd-lad, to play the fool,

And a' the day to fit in doolr

And nae body to fee me.

Cho? Ca' the ewes &c. .'»

While waters wimple to the fea;

While day blinks m the lift fae hie;

Till clay-cauld death fall blin'my ee.

Ye fall be my dearie.

Cho? Ca' the twes &c.

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Highland Song.

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Sc do mholla mholla mholla fe do mholla rii rium

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Tranflation.

Thy praife I'll ever celebrate.

Truly thou art my Lover either among the

lowly or high, thou art the true fon of the

Gentleman, and alfo the Farmer's fon when the

Harveft comes on

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The Jolly Beggar.

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• »moon fhine-"ne'er fae bright, And we'll gang nae niair a roving

m= n^^He wad neither Iy in barn, nor yet wad he in byre,

But in ahint the ha' door, or elfe afore the fire

.

And we'll gang nae mair, &c.

The beggars bed was made at e'en wi'good clean^âw and hay,

And in ahint the ha' door, and there the beggar lay.

And we'll gang nae mair, &c . ,

Up raife the goodmans dochter, and for to bar the-door.And there fhe faw the beggar ftandin i' the floor.


He took the laffie in his arms, and to the bed he ran,

O hooly, hooly- wi' me, Sir, ye'll waken our goodman.And we'll gang nae mair, &c

The beggar was a cunnin' locn, and ne'er a word he fpake",

Cntil he got his turn done, fyne he began to crack.And we'll gang nae- mair, &c

.

Isrthere ony dogs into this town, Maiden, tell me true;

And what wad ye do wi' them, my hinny and ny dow.And we'll gang nae mair, &c.

They'll rive a my mealpocks, and do me meikle wrang. *O dool for the doing o't, are ye the poor man.

And we'll gang nae mair, &c

.

Then fhe took up the mealpocks and flang them o'er the wa',

The d _ 1 gae wi' the mealpocks, myjnaidenhead and a'.

And we'll gang r.ae mair, &c.

T took ye for fome gentleman, at leaft the Laird of Brodie;O cool for the doing o't! are ye the poor bodie. •

';


He took the laffie in his ar:r.s, and gae her kiflea three,And four- and -twenty hunder mark to pay the nurice-fee.

And we'll gang nae mair.Kc.

He took a horn frae his fide, and blew baith loud and fhrill,

And four- and -twenty belted knights came fkipping o'er the hilT.

And we'll gang nae mair, fee.

And he took out his little knife, loot a? his duddies fa'.

And he was the braweft gentleman that was amang them a'.

And we'll gang nae mair, &c

.

The beggar was a cliver loon, and he lap fhoulder height,O ay for ficken quarters as I gat yeftemight.


?:eI loe na a Laddie but ane.

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f — # #me; He's tvillin' to make me his am, An his ain I am willin' to

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UsMy mither's ay makin a phraze,

'That I'm lucky young to be wed;

But fang 'ere fhe countit my days,

CTree fhe'fras brought to bed:

Sae mither, juft fettle your tongue,

An' dinna be flytin' (ae bauld

;

For we can do the thing when we'reyoung,

That we canna do weel when we're auld

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>ame one.

Let ithers brag weel o' their gear,

Their land, and their lordlie degree;

I carena for ought but my dear,

For he's ilki thing lordlie to me:

His words mair than fugar are fweet!

His fenfe drives ilk fear far awal

I liften poor fool! and I greet

Ye' oh. how fweet are the tears as they fei

Dear lafsie, he cries wi' a jeer,

"Ne'er heed what the auld anes will fay;

"Tho' we've little to brag o'_neer fear,

"What's gowd to a heart that is wae.

't)ur laird has baith honours and wealth;

"Yet fee! how he's dwining wi' care:

"Now we, tho weve naithing but health,

"Are cantie and lei I evermair.

"O Meniei the heart that is true,

"Has lomething mair coftlie than gear;

"Ilk e'en, it has naithing to rue,

"Ilk morn, it has naithing to fear

:

"Ye warId lings! gae, hoard up your ftore,

"And tremble for fear ought ye tyne:

"Guard your treafures wi' lock, bar& door

"While thus in my arms I lock mine!"

He ends wi' a kifs and a fmile _Waes me! can I tak it amifs,

When a lad fae unpractis'd in guile

Smiles faftly, and ends wi' a kifs!

Ye lafses wha loo to torment

Your lemans wi'faufe fcorn and ftrife,

Play your pranks -for Ive gien my confent

And this night I'll tak Jamie for life. ;

I'll male yon be fain to follow me.277

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bony young lafs; My hin_ny, my life, my deareft, quo he, i 11

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hak 'you be fain to foLlow me. Gin I fhould foI_Iow you a

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' *4. V -d-battles I never fhall lang to fee, "I'll never be fain to follow thee.

To follow me, I think ye may be glad,

A part o my fupper, a part o' my bed,

A part o' my bed, wherever it be^

I'll mak you be fain to follow me

.

Corns try my knapfack on your back,

Alang the king's high-gate we'll pack;

Between Saint Johnfton and bony Dundee,

I 11 mak 3'Ou be fain to follow me

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2-8The Bridal o't.

Tune, Lucy Campbel.» lune, luc\- Uunpoel.

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An we had but a bridal o t,

An we had but a bridal o t, ,.

We'd leave the reft unto gude luck

Altho' there ffcould betide ill o't:

Tot bridal days are merry times

And young folks like the coming o't,

A I Scribblers they bang up their rhymes

"d Pipers they the bumming o't.

~"~he lafses like a bridal o't,

The lafses like a bridal Ot,

1 neir braws maun be in rank and file

Altho' that the}- fhould guide ill o't:

The boddom o' the kift is then

Turn'd up unto the immoft o't,

The end that held the keeks fae clean

Is now become the teemeft o t.

The bangfter at the threflung o't.

The bangfter at the threfhing o't,

A.fore it comes is fidgin fain

And ilka jj^yfl a clafhing o't;

He'll fell his jerkin for a groat,

His Under for anither o't,

And e'er he want to clear his fhot,

His fark'll pay the tither o't

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The Pipers and the Fiddlers at,

The Pipers and the Fiddlers O t,

Can fmell a bridal unco far

And like to be the middlers o't:

Fan thick and threefald they convene

Ilk ane envies the tither o't,

And withes nane but him alane

May ever fee anither o't.

Fan they hae done wi* eating o t,

Fan they hae done wi' eating o't,

For dancing they gae to the green,

And aiblihs to the beating o't: .

He dances beft that dances faft,

And loups, at ilka reefing o't,'

And claps his hands frae hough to hough,

And furls about^the fee/ings o't.

Merry hap I been teethin s heckle.

Tur.e, Boddich na' mbrigs, or Lord Breada'bine's Much,.

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^Bitter in dool I lickit my winnine

O' marrying Befs, to gie her a flave:

Bleft be the hour (he cool'd in her 1innen9,

And blythe be the bird that fings on her gravel

Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie,

An come to my arms and kifs me again.

Druken or fober here's to thee, Katie!

And bleft be the day I did it again

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HbOA Mother's: lament for the death of her fon.

Tune, Finlayfton Houfe

Darling's heart:. And with him all the joys are fled Life

The mother linnet in the brake

Bewails her ravifh'd young;

So I, for my loft Darling's fake,

Lament the lire -day long.

Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow,

JJow, fond, T bare my breaft,

O, do thou kindly lay me low

With him I love at reft!

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The White Cockade.

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I'll fell my rock, my reel, my tow,

My gude gray mare and hawkit cow;

To buy myfel a tartan plaid,

To follow the boy wi' the White Cockade.

Cho . O he's a ranting, roving lad

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s>8*Oân gaoil, a gallic fong tranflated by a Lady.

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Awd by her mien and heavenly like motion,

I follow *d the goddefs who ravifh'd my eye;

I would _but Oh, Heavens, could 1 but defcribc her,

Thoufands like me would adore her and die.

Ol on my faithful ftc.

Her complection is Iiate to the delicate fnow;Lilies and rofes coropar'd with her fkin,

* Soon loft t heir hue and fink back in confuilor.,

Enable to b;ar the bright rays of the fun

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O! on my faithful &c.

Saudy o'er the Lee

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I winna marry o_ny man but Sandy ocr the Ice. I

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Nor yet will I the lawyer have, for all his wily crooks:

I wi'.l not have the plowman lad, nor yet will I the miller,

But I will have my Sandy lad, without one penny filler

For he's aye a kifsing kifsing &c.

I will not have the foldier lad for he gangs to the war,

I will not have the failor lad becaufe he fmells of* tar,

I will not have the lord nor laird for all their mickle gear,

But I will have my Sandy lad my Sandy o'er the moor.

For he's aye a kifsing kifsing &c.

.MTodlen Hame.

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Fair fa' the good wife, and fend her good fale,

She gt'es us white bannocks to drink her ale.

Syne if her rippofiy chance to be fma,

We'll tak a good fcour o't, and c.a't awa'.

Todlen hame, todlen hame,

As round as a neep come todlen hame.

My kimtner and I lay down to fleep,

And tw,a pint ftoups at our bed- feet;

And ay when we waken d we drank them dry:

What think you of my wee kimmer and I.

Todlen butt and todlen ben,

Sae round as my love comes todlen hame.

Leer, me on liquor, my todlen dow,

Ye're ay fae good-humour'd when weeting your HMu;

When fober fae four, yd' 11 fight wi' a flee,

That it's a blyth fight to the bairns and me,

Todlen hame, todlen hame.

When round as a neep ye come todlen hame.

The Braes o' Ballochmyle.

Catrme Lee, Nae lav rock fang on hillock green, But nature

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Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,

Again ye'll flourifh frefh and fair;

Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,

Again ye'll charm the vocal air.

But here alas! for me nae mair;

Shall birdie charm, or floweret fmile;

Fareweel the bonnie banks of Ayr, —•"

Fareweel.fareweeli fweet Ballochmyle 1

286 The rantin dog the Daddie o't.

Tune, Eaft nook o' Fife.

IWha will own he did the faut,0 wha will buy the groan- in maut, O

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When I mount the Creepie-chair,

Wha will fit befide me there,

Gie me Rob, I'll feek nae mair,

The rantin dog the Daddie o't.

Wha will crack to me my lane;

Wha will mak me fidgin fain;

Wha will kifs me o'er again.

The rantin dog the Daddie o't". £

The Shepherds Preference.

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tain, For love was his pleafure and love was his pain.

mThe fhepherd thus fuag, while his flocks all around.,

Drew nearer and nearer and figh'd to the found;

Around, as in chains, lay the beafts of the wood,With pity difarm'd, with mufic fubdu'd.

Young Jefsy is fair as the fpring's early flower.

And Mary fings fweet as ihe bird, in her bower.:

But Peggy- is fairer and fweeter than theyWith looks like the morning with finiles like the day.

Tn the flower of her youth in the bloom of eighteen.

Of virtue the goddefs, of beauty the queen.One hour in her prefence, an age far exoells,

Amid courts, where ambition with mifery dwells;

How fair to the fhepherd the new springing flowers,

When may and when morning lead on the gay hours,

But Peggy is brighter and fairer than they,

She's fair as the morning and lovely as may.

How fweet to the fhepherd the wild woodland found,When larks fing above him, and lambs bleat around;

But Peggy far fweeter can (peak and can fing

Than the notes of the warblers that welcome the fpring.

When in beauty fhe moves by the brook of the plain,

You would call her a Venus, new fprung from the main,

When fhe fings and the woods with their echoes reply,

You would think that an angel was warbling on high.

How fprightly the fwainsîn her prefence appearAll the charms fhe improves that embellifh the ear,

She heightens each pleafure, fhe foftens each woe,She is all of celeltial we fancy below.

Ye Powrs that prefide over mortal eftate,

Whofe nod governs' nature, whofe pleafure is fate,

O grant me, O grant me the heaven of her charms,May I live in her prefence and die in her aj'ms.. D

S8gMy Mary dear, departed ihade

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Tune, Capt? CookVdeath &c.

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Jjj.j niy-Z-Pr r\?)n \ mlowly laid? Hear'ft thou the groans that rend his breaft?

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That facrcdhour can I forget, The flowers fprang wanton to be preft,

Can I forget the hallow'd grove The birds fang love on every fpray,

Where, by the winding Ayr, we met Till too, too foon the glowing weft

To live one day of parting love! Proclaimed the fpeed of winged day.

Eternity cannot efface fpaft;

Thofe records dear of tranfports-. Still o'er thefe fcenes my mem'ry wakes

Thy image" at our laft embrace, And fondly broods with mifer-care;

Ah, little thought we 'twas our laft! Time but th' imprefeion ftronger makes,

As ftreams their channels deeper wear:

Ayr gurgling kife'd his pebbled {bore, My Mary, dear departed Shade!

O'erhung with wild-woods thickening Where is thy place of blifsful reft?

The "fragrant birch& hawthorn hoar/green; Seeft thou thy Lover lowly laid ?

Twin'd amorous round the rapturd fcene; Hear'ft thou the groans that rend his.. (breaft!

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Hardyknnte: Or, The Battle of Largs.

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feventy zeirs he now had fene, With fkerfs fevin zeirs of reft.

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He livit quhen Britons breach of faith The King of Norfe in rummer tHe.,

Wroucht Scotland meikle wae; . Puft np with powir and micht

And ay his fword tauld to their fkaith. Landed in fair Scotland the yle :

He was their deidly fae. With mony a hardy knicht.

Hie on a hill his caftle ftude,

With halls and towirs a hicht,

And guidly chambers fair to fe.

Quhair he lodgit mony a knicht,

His dame fae peirlefs anes and fair,

For chaft and bewtie deimt,Nae marrow had in all the land,

Saif El«nor the queen.

Full thirtein fons to him fcho bare,

All men of valour ftout;

In bludy ficht with fword in handNvne loft their lives bet doubt;

The tidings to our gude Scots king

Came, as he fat at dyne,

With noble chiefs in braif aray,

Drinking the blude-reid wyne.

To horfe, to hcrfe, my royal Liege,

Zours faes ftand on the ftrand,

Full twenty thoufand glittering fpears

The King of Norfe commands!'

Bring me my fteed Mage dapple gray,"

Our gude King raife and cry'd,

"A truftier be&ft in all the land

A Scots king nevir feyd

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Four zit remain, lang may they live Go, little page, tell Hardyknirte,To ftand by liege and land: That lives on hill fae hie,

Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, To draw his fword, the dreid of -faes,

And hie was their command. And haft and follow me'.'

Great luve they bare to Fairly fair,

Their filter faft and deir;

Her girdle fhawdher middle gimp,And gowden glift her hair.

Quhat waefou wae her bewtie bred,Waefbu to ztmg and auld,

Waefou I trow to kyth and kin,

As ftory ever tauld l

The little page flew fwift as dart

Flung by his mafters arm:"Cum down, cum down, Lord Hardy -

And rid zour King frae harm'.'^-knute

(-iks,Then reid reid grew his dark-brown che-Sae did his dark-brown brow;

His luiks grew kere, as they were wont,Tn dangers grtat, to do. &c.

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The Battle of Sherra-ropor.

Tune. Cameronian Rant.

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» » PiS?S2 -s^ cam y* bere t*le %^* to &un > Or *lerc' tê flieep wi'ine,nu«i,or

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gj^g I j r ~t~^shear the thuds, and fee the cluds O' Clans frae woods, in

p^pir t \ n r.^ M ntar _ tan duds, Wha glaum'd at king- doms three, man.

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The red -coat lads wi' black cockaudsTo ir.eet them were na flaw, man,

They rulh'd, and pufh'd «fc blude outgufh'd

And mony a oouk did fa' man

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The great Argyle led on his files,

I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles,They houghel the Clans like nine-pin k>les

They hark'd & halh'd while braid fwordscla

And thro'they daCi'd/ihewb&fma{h'd,(fll'd,

Till fey men di'd awa, man.Cfco? la la la, &c.

But had ye feen the philibegs .•

And flcjT-in tattan trews, man,When in the teeth they dar'd our Whigs,And covenantTrueblues, man;

- In lines extended lang and large,

When baigincts o'erpowerd the charge,

And thoufends hauen'd to the charge;

Wi'Highland wrath they frae the (heathDrew blades o' death, till out o' breathThey fled like frighted dows, man!'

n Cho? la la la, &c.O how deil Tarn can that be'true,The chace gaed frae the north, man;

I few myfel.they did purfueThe horfe-men bach to Forth, man

And at Dunblane in my ain fight

They took the brig wi'a their might,And ftraughtto Stirling wing'd their-fli-

,But,curfed lot! the gates were fhut^ght,

And mony a huntit, poor Red-coatFor fear amaift did fwarf, man.

Cho8 la la la, &c.My lifter Kate cam up the gate

Wi'crowdie unto me, man;She fwoor (he few fome rebels run

To Perth and to Dundee, man:Their left-hand General had nae (kill;

The Angus lads had nae gude will.

That day their neebour's blude to fpill;

For fear by foes that they fhould lofe

Their cogs o' brofe,they fcar'd at blov, *

And hameward fcft did flee, marCho? la la la, &c.

They've loft fome gallant gentlemen

Amang the Highland cfens, man;I fear my Lord Panmuir is Qain,

Or in his en'mies hands, man:Now wad ye ling this double fligh*,

Some fell for wrang 8l fome for right

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And mony badi the warld gudenight;

Say pell and mtU,wi'mufkcts knell

How Tories fell and Whigs to h._ll

Flew off in frighted bands, man.Cho? la la la, fee.

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Saudy aiid Jockie.

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The Bonie Banks of Ayr.293

284 he gloomy night is gathring fait, Loud roars the wild,in-

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The Autumn mourns her rip ning corn

By early Winter's ravage torn;

Acrofs her placid, azure fky,

She fees the fcowling tempeft fly:

Chill runs my blood to hear it rave,

I think upon the ftorroy wave,

Where many a danger I muft dare,

Far from the bome banks of Ayr.

Tib not the furging billows roar,

Tis not that fatal, deadly fhore;

Tho Death ih ev ry fhape appear,

The wretched have no more to fear:

But round my heart the ties are bound

That heart tranfpiere'd with many a»o-

Thefe bleed afrefli^thofe ties Ilear,£urd

To leave the bonie banks of Ayr.

Farewell.old Coin's hills and dales.

Her heathy moors and winding vales;

The fcenes where wretched fancy roves.

Purfuing paft, unhappv loves!

Farewell,my friends! farewell,my foes.

My peace with thele, my love with thoft

The burfting tears my heart declare.

Farewell, the bonie banks of Ayr 1

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John o' Badenyond.

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For iove, they fay, gives one an air, and ev'n improves the mind,On Phiilis fair, above the reft, kind fortune fuco my eyes;

Her piercing beauty ftruck my heart, and fhe became my choice:

To Cupid then, with hearty- prayr, I offer'd many a vow,

And dance, and fung, and figh'd and Iwore, as other lovers do:But when at laft I breath'd my flame, I found her cold as ftone;

* f left the girl, and tur.'d my pipe, to John of Badenyond.

When love had thus my heart beguilci,with fbolifh hopes and vain,

To friendfhip's port I fteer'd my courfe, and laugh'd at lovers pain;

A friend I got by lucky chance; 'twas fomething like divine,

An honeft friend's a precious gift, and fuch a gift was mine:And now whatever might betide a happy man was I,

In any ftrait T knew to whom I freely might apply:

A ftrait foon came, my friend I try'd, he laugh'd- and fpurn'd my moanI hy'd me home, and pleas b* myfelf with John of Badenyond.

I thought I fhould be wifer next, and would a patriot turn,

Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes, and cry up Parfon Home,Their noble fpirit I a^miro" and prais'd their manly zeal,

Who had with flaming tongue and pen maintain'd the public weal:But e'er a month, or two was paft, I found myfelf betray'd;

'Twas Self and Party after all, for all the ftir they made;At laft I faw thefe factious knaves infult the very throne,I curs'd them a\ and tun 'd my pipe, to John of Badenyond

.

What next to do I mus'd a while, ftill hoping to fuccee'd,

I pitch'd en books for company-, and gravely try'd to read;I bought and borrow'd every where, and ftudied night and day;

Nor mift what Dean or Doctor wrote, that happened in my way:' vPhilofbphy I now efteein'd the ornament of youth;And carefully thro' many a page, I hunted after truth;A tMufand various fchemes I try'd and yet was pleas'd with none,I threw them by, and tun'd my pipe to John of Badenyond

.

And now ye youngfters every where, who want to make a fhow,Take heed in time, nor vainly hope for happinefs below;What you may fancy pleafure here is but an empty name,For girls, apd friends, and books, and fo,-you'll find them all the fame.Then be advis'd, and warning take from {uch a man as me,I m ne:ther Pope nor Cardinal, nor one of high deree

:

You'll find difpleafure every where; then do as 1 have done*,E'en tune your pipe, and pleafe yourfelf with John of Badenyond.

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OOC "S * When Frennett caftle's ivied wa's Thro' yallow leaves were

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mwHer page, the fwifteft of her train,

Had dumb a lofty tree,

Whale branches to the angry blaft

Were foughing mournfullie :

He turn'd his een towards the path

That near the caftle lay,

Where good lord John and Rothemaywere vrideing down the brae.

Swift darts the eagle from the fky,

When prey beneath is feen;

As quickly he forgot hia hold, .

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A id perch'd upon the green:

O hie thee, hie thee! lacy gay,

Frae this dark wood awa:

Seme vifitors of gallant mein

Are hafting to the ha.

Then round fhe rowed her filken plaid

Her Jfeet fhe did na fpare,

Until ^he left the foreft fkirts

A lang bow-fhot and mair.

O where, O where, my good lord John

tell me where you ride?

Within my caftle-wall this night

1 hope you mean to bide.

Kind nobles, will ye but alight,

In yonder bower to ftay;

Saft eafe fhall teach you to forget .

The hardnefs of the way.Forbear entreaty-, gentle dame,

How can we here remain?

Full well you ken your hufband dear

Was by our father flain.

The thoughts of which with fell revenge

Your angry bofom fwell:

Enraged you've (worn that blood for blooc

Should this black pafGon quell.

O fear not, fear not, good lord John,That I will you betray,

Or fue requittal for a debt

Which nature cannot pay.

, Bear witnefs, a ye powers on high,

Ye lights that 'gin to fhine,

This night fhall prove the facred cord

That knits jour faith and mine.

, The lady flee with honeyed words

.Entic'd thir youths to ftay:

But morning fun nere flume uponLord John nor Rothemay.

Yonng Jockev was the blytheft lad .

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My Jockey- toils upon the plain

Thro' wind and weet.thro' froft and fnaw;

And o'er the lee T Ieuk fu' fain »

When Jockeys owfen hameward ca'.

An iy. the night comes- round again

When in hia arms he taks me a*;

An ay he vows he'll be my ain

As langs he hasâ breath to draw.

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.0 whare live ye, my hiney.

By yon burn-fide, gin ye maun ken,

In a wee houfe wi' my minnie.

But I fopr up the glen at e'en,

To fee my bony lafaie;

And lang before the grey morn cam,

She was na hauf i'ae faucey.

O « earv fa' the waukrife cock,

And the foumart lay his crawin!

He waukend the auld wife frae her fleej!

A wee blink or the dawin.

An angry wife I wat fhfe. raife,

And o'er the bed fhe brought her;

And wi' a meikle hazel rungShe made her a weel pay'd dochter.

O fare thee weel, my bony lafsi

O fare thee weel, my hinniel

Thou art a gav and a bony lafs,

But thou has a waukrife minnie.

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It gars us a' in ane unite,

And ony fumpr that keeps up fpite,

Jn confidence I abhor him

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Blithe and merry we's be a',

Blithe arid merry, blithe and merry,

Blithe and merry we's be a',

To make a chearfu' quorum.Blithe and merry, we'e be a',

As langs we ha'e a breath to draw,

Ar.d dance, 'till we be like to fa'.

The reel of Tullochgorum

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There needs :ia' be fo great a phrafe

VR dringing cull Italian lays,

I wadna gi'e our ain Strathfpeys

For half a hundred fcore o'em:

They're douff and dowie at the beft,

Douff and dowie, douff and dowie;

They're douff and dowie at the beft,

Wi' a' their variorum;

They're douff -and dowie at the beft,

Their Allegros, and a' the reft,

They cannot pieaie a Sco'tifh **fte,

Compar'd wi" Tullochgorum.

Let w.-rldly minds themftlves oppreft

Wi' fear of want, and double cefs;

And filly faJ^S therafelves d.ftrefs

Wi' kcepirg rp decorum:Shall we fae four ar.d filky fit',

Sour and fulky, four and f.lky;

Shall we fae four and fulky fit.

Like auld Philofophorum ?

Shall we de four and fulky fit,

Wi'neither fenfe, nor mirth, nor wit.

And canna rife to fhake a fit,

At the reel of Tullochgorum.

May choiceft blefsings ftill attend

Each honeft-hearted open friend,

And calm and quiet be his end,

Be a' that's good before him!

May peace and plenty be his lot,

Peace and plenty* peace and plenty;

May peace and plenty be his lot.

And dainties a' great ftore o'em^

M:y fieace and plenty be his lot,

Lnftain'd by any vicious blot;

'And may he never want a groat

That's fond of Tullochgorum.

But for the difcontented fool,

Who wants to be opprefsion's tool.

May envy gnaw his rotten foul,

And blaekeft fiends devore him.

May dool and forrow be his chance,

Dool and forrow, dool and forrow,


And honeft fouls abhor him!


And a the ills that come frae France

Whoe'er he be that winna dance

The reel of Tullochgorum.

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Great love I bear to all the Fair,

Thtir humble flave an a' that;

But lordly, Will, I hold it full,

\ mortd fin to thraw that.

For a' that fee.

Their tricks and Craft hae put me daft,

They ve taen me in an a' that,

But clear your decks and beres, The fexi

I like the jads for a that!

!n rapture fweet this hour we meet, For a' that an a that,

Wi' mutual love an a' that} And twice as meikle's a' that;

But for, how lang the flie may ftang, The bony lafs that T lo'e b*ft,

L*t inclination law that

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Here are we met, three merry boys, It is the moon, I ken her horn,

Three merry boys I trcw are we; That's blinkin in the lift fae hie;'

And mony a night we've merry been, She fhines fae bright to wyle us hame,

And mony mae we hope to be! But by my footh fhe'll wait a wee!

Cho? We are na fou,&c. Cho! We are na fbu,&c.

Wha firft £hall rife to gang awa,

A cuckold, coward loun is he!

Wha firft befide his chair fh&ll fa'.

He is the king amang us three;

Cho* We are na fou,&c.

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=F=C JW~7inI faught at land, I faught at fea,

At hame I faught my Auntie, C;

But I met the Devil and Dundee

On th' Braes o Killicrar.kie, O.

An ye had been &c

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The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr,

An' Clavers gat a clankie, O;Or ! had fed an A thole Gled

On th' braes o Killiecrankie, O.

An ye had been &c

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To mark her upo' hip or heel,

Her crooked horn it did as well,

To ken her by amo' them a'

The ewie fee.

She never threaten'd fcab nor rot,

But keeped ay her ain Jog trot,

Baith to the fauld and to the cot,

Was never fweer to lead nor ca'.

The ewie fee.

Cauld or hunger never darig her,

Wind or rain could never wrang her,

Ance fhe lay'a/wook an' largerOut afieath a wreath o' fnaw.

Th>- ewie fee.

When other ewies lap the dyke,And ate tr.e kail for a' the tyke,

'vy ewie never play'd the like

But tees'd ibout the barnyard wa'.

The ewie fee.

A better nor a thriftier beaft,"

Xae honc-ft man cou'd wee! ha' wift,

For filly thing fhe never mi ft,

To hae ilk year a lamb or twa.The ewie fee.

The firft fhe had I gae to Jock,To be to him a kind of ftock.

And now the laddie has a flock,

Of mair nor thirty head te ca.

The ewie fee.

Tê neeft I gae to Jean; and now,The bairn's Fae bral, has fauld fae fu,

kiiat lads fae thick come ner to woo,They-e fain to fieep on hay or ftrawThe evic <£c.

I 1'jcked ay at even for her,For few the fumart might devour her,Or foire msfhar.ter had come o'er her,

Jf ^he be'ifl'e bade awa\

The ewie fee'.

Yet mond'ay laft for a my keeping,

I canna fpeak it without greeting.

A villain came when I was fleepuig.

And ftaw my ewie, horn and a'.

The ewie fee.

I fought her fair upo' the momAnd down beneath a bufs of thornI got my ewie's crooked horn,

But ah! my ewie was awa'.

The ewie fee.

But arf I had the lawn that did it,

I've fworn and ban'd as well as laid it

Tho' a the warld fhoud forbit' it,

I fhoud gie his neck a thraw.

The ewie fee

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I never met wi' fick a turnAs this, fince ever I was born,My ewie wi' the crooked horn,

Peur filly ewie ftown awa

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The ewie fee.

O had fhe died of crook or cauld,

As ewies die when they are auld,

It wad na been by mony fauld,

Sae fair a heart to nane o's a*.

The ewie fee.

For a' the claith that we hae wo-n,Frae -her and hers fae aften fhorr

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The lofs of her we cou'd ha'e born,Had fair ftrae death tane her awa'.

The ewie fee.

But filly thing to lofe her life,

Aneath a greedy villain's knife,

I'm really fearb1

that our goodwifeSail never win aboon't ava.

The ewie fee.

O all ye bards beneath Kingnorn,Call up your mules lit them mourn,Our ewie wi' the crooked horn,

Is ftown frae' us and fell'd and a'.

The ewie fee

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She charrr'd my foul I wift na how;

And ay the ftound, the deadly wound,

Cam frae ber een fae bonie blue.

But fpare to fpeak, and fpare to fpeed;

She'll aihlins liften to my vow:

Should fhe refufe, I'll lay my dead

To her twa een fae bonie blue.

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How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,

Where bounding hawthorns gayly bloom;

And fweetly fpread thy Hoping dales

Where lambkins wanton through the broom!

Tho wandering, now, muft be my doom,

Far from thy bonie banks and braes,

"May there my lateft hours eonfume,

Amang the friends of early days!

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I'm thinking, wi fie a braw fellow,

in poortith I might mak a fen:

What care I in riches to wallow,

If I mauna marry Tarn Glen.

But, if its or ain'd I maun take him,

O wha win I get but Tarn Glen.

Yeftreen at the Valentines' dealing,

My heart to my mo\: gitd a ften;

There's Lowne the laird o' Dtmeller, For thrice 1 drew ane without failing,

'Gude day to you brute- he comes ben: And thrice i^ was written,Tarn Glen.

He. brags _iand he blaws o hi»- filler,

3ut when will he dance likeTam Glen.The laft Halloween 1 was waukin

My droukit fark- fit-eve, as ye ken;

My Minnie does conftantly deave me, His likenefs cam up the houfe ftau'dn,

Attd bids me beware o' young men; And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen.

They flatter, fhe fays, to deceive me,

But wha can think fae o Tam Glen. Come couniel,dear Tittie, don't tarry;

I'll gie you iry bonie black hen,

My Daddie fays, gin I'll forfake him , Git ye will advife me to Marry

He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten: The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.

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But fhe/s awa' to her goodman,They cad him Tamie Lamie-O,

Sae ben and fetch to me the can,

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That I may get a dramie-O.

Tamie was an honeft man,Himfelf he took a drapie-O,

It was nae weil out o'er his craig,

Till fhe was on his tapie-O.

56 IITlren Tamie too* her aff the iâ-ie.

And put her in the pockie "),

And when the did begin to fpur.

He lent her ay a knoc'<ie^<~

Away he went to the miil-da.î *

And there ga'e her a ducki; '..

And ilka chiel that had a ftick.

Play'd thump upon her backie-O

Quoth fhe, the deil flee o'er your craig, And when he took her hame again,

Ye greedy druken coofie Ol He did ting up the pockie-O,My wee drap drink,! had nae mair,

And I maun die o' drouthie O,. -

She paid him weil, baith back and fide,

And fair fhe creifh'd his backie-O,And made his fkin baith blue and black, Sae foon as fhe look'd o'er the bed.

And gar'd his fhoulders crackie-O. She might behold the pockie- C.

At her bed-fide, as 1 hear fay,

Upon a little k.nagie-0.

And iika day that file up-rofe,

In naithing but her fmockie-O,

Then hes awa' to the malt barn,And he has ta'en a pockie -O,

He put her in, baith head and tail,

And caft her o'er his backie-O.The carling fpurr 'd wi' head and feet,

The carle he was fae ackie-O,To ilka wa' that he came by,

He gard her head play knackie-O.

Goodman, I think you'll murder me,My brains you out will knockie-O,

He gi'd her ay the other hitch,

Lie ftill.you devil's buckie-O.Goodman, I'm like to make my burn,O 2et me out, dear Tamie-O;

He ftt her down upon a ftane.

And bade her pie a damie-O.

Now all ye men, baith far and near.

That have a drunken tutie-O,

Duck you your wives in time ofyear.

And I'll lend you the pockie-O,

The wife did live for nineteen years.

And was fu' frank and cuthie-O,

And ever fince fhe got the duck,

She never had the drouthie -O.

At laft the carling cfaane'd to die.

"And Tamie did her bury-O,And for the publick benefit,

He has gar'd print the curie _ C

And this he did her motto mate;

Here lies an honeft luckie-O,-

Who never left the drinking trade,

Until fhe got a duckie-O.

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On the reftoration of the forfeited Eftatesl78t.Time, As I came in by Auchindo*n.

T7+^ i j.; j.;Aa oer the highland hills I hied,The Camerona in array I

ipied Lochiels proud ftandard waving wide, In all its antient gloiy.

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No more the trumpet calls to arms, Whofe generous bounty richly pours,

Awaking battle's fierce alarms, The ftreams of plenty round your Chore,

But ©very heroe's bofom warms, To Scotia's hills taeir pride rc-itores,

With fones of exultation, Her faded honours railing.

While brave Lochiel at length regains,

Thro'tcils of war his native plains,. Let all the joyous banquet fhare.

And won by glorious wounds, attains, Noreer let Gothic grandour dare.

His high paterr.al ftation.

Let now the voice of joy prevail,

And echo* wide from hill to vale;

Ye warlike Clans arife and hail,

Your laurel I'd Chiefs returning.

O'er evry mountain every ifle,

Let peace in all her lufter fmile,

And difcord ne'er her day defile,

With fulten fhades of mourning.

M? Leod , M? Donald join the ftrain,

Mc Pherfon, Frafcr, and M? Lean,

Thro' all your bounds let gladnefc reign,With undivided heart and hand

Both Prince and patriot praifing, For freedom King and Nation

With {cowling brow to overbear

A Vafsals rights invading

Let Freedoms confeious Sons difdain

To croud his fawning timed train,

Nor even own his haughty reign

Their dignity degrading.

Yc northern Chiefs, whofe rage unbroke,

Has ftill repell'd the tyrants fhock,

Who ne'er have bow'd beneath her yoke

With fervile bafe proft ration,

Let each now train his trufty band

'Gainft foreign Foes alone to ftand

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