DAMON AND SYLVIA.

YON wand'ring rill, that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir.

There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay :
To love they thought nae crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.

MY LADY'S GOWN THERE'S GAIRS UPON 'T.

My lady's gown there's gairs upon't,
And gowden flowers sae rare upon't;
But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks muckle mair upon't.

My lord a-hunting he is gane,

But hounds or hawks wi' him are nane,
By Colin's cottage lies his game,
If Colin's Jenny be at hame.

My lady's white, my lady's red,

And kith and kin o' Cassillis' blude,
But her ten-pund lands o' tocher guid
Were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.

Out o'er yon muir, out o'er yon moss,
Where gor-cocks thro' the heather pass,
There wons auld Colin's bonnie lass,
A lily in a wilderness.

Sae sweetly move her genty limbs,
Like music notes o' lover's hymns:
The diamond dew in her een sae blue,
Where laughing love sae wanton swims.

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My lady's dink, my lady's drest,
The flower and fancy o' the west;
But the lassie that a man lo'es best,
O that's the lass to make him blest.

O AYE MY WIFE SHE DANG ME.

O AYE my wife she dang me,
An' aft my wife did bang me;
If ye gie a woman a' her will,
Guid faith! she'll soon o'ergang ye.

On peace and rest my mind was bent,
And fool I was I married;

But never honest man's intent
As cursedly miscarried.

Some sa'r o' comfort still at last,

When a' thir days are done, man, My pains o' hell on earth are past, I'm sure o' bliss aboon, man.

THE BANKS OF NITH.

To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi' careless thought I rang'd,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchang'd.

I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes,
Tho' mem'ry there my bosom tear;
For there he rov'd that brake my heart,
Yet to that heart, ah, still how dear!

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BONNIE PEG.

As I came in by our gate end,
When day was waxin' weary,
O wha came tripping down the street,
But bonnie Peg, my dearie !

Her air sae sweet, and shape complete,
Wi' nae proportion wanting,
The Queen of Love did never move
Wi' motion mair enchanting.

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
Adown yon winding river;

And, oh that hour and broomy bower,
Can I forget it ever?

O LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.

O LAY thy loof in mine, lass,

In mine, lass, in mine, lass,
And swear in thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

A slave to Love's unbounded sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,

Unless thou be my ain.

There's mony a lass has broke my rest,
That for a blink I hae lo'ed best;
But thou art Queen within my breast,
For ever to remain.

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O WHY THE DEUCE.

O WHY the deuce should I repine,
And be an ill foreboder?

I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine-
I'll go and be a sodger.

But now it's gane and something mair,
I'll go and be a sodger.

POLLY STEWART.

O LOVELY Polly Stewart,

O charming Polly Stewart,

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's half so fair as thou art.

The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's,
And art can ne'er renew it;
But worth and truth eternal youth
Will gie to Polly Stewart.

May he, whase arms shall fauld thy charms,
Possess a leal and true heart;

To him be given to ken the heaven

He grasps in Polly Stewart.

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ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.

ROBIN shure in hairst,

I shure wi' him;
Fient a heuk had I,

Yet I stack by him.

I gaed up to Dunse,

To warp a wab o' plaiden ;
At his daddie's yett,

Wha met me but Robin?

Was na Robin bauld,

Tho' I was a cotter,

Play'd me sick a trick

And me the eller's dochter?

Robin promis'd me

A' my winter vittle;

Fient haet he had but three

Goose feathers and a whittle.

THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE.

THE bairns gat out wi' an unco shout,
The deuk's dang o'er my daddie O!
The fient ma care, quo' the feirie auld wife,
He was but a paidlin body O!

He paidles out, and he paidles in,

An' he paidles late and early 0;

This seven lang years I hae lien by his side,
An' he is but a fusionless carlie O.

O haud your tongue, my feirie auld wife,
O haud your tongue now, Nansie, O:

I've seen the day, and sae hae ye,

Ye wadna been sae donsie, O;

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