THE CAPTAIN'S LADY. TUNE "O MOUNT AND GO." CHORUS. O, MOUNT and go, And be the Captain's Lady. When the drums do beat, And see thy love in battle. When the vanquish'd foe LADY MARY-ANN. TUNE "CRAIGTOWN'S GROWING." O, LADY Mary-Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', The flower amang them a'; O father! O father! We'll send him a year Round about his hat, And that will let them ken He's to marry yet. Lady Mary-Ann Was a flower i' the dew. THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT. 413 Sweet was its smell, And bonnie was its hue! Was the sprout of an aik; And straught was its make: The sun took delight To shine for its sake, And it will be the brag The simmer is gane When the leaves they were green, And the days are awa That we hae seen; But far better days I trust will come again, For my bonnie laddie's young, THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT.' OH! I am come to the low countrie, Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me. It was na sae in the Highland hills, Nae woman in the country wide Sae happy was as me. For then I had a score o' kye, Och-on, och-on, och-rie! Feeding on yon hills so high, And giving milk to me. And there I had three score o' yowes, Och-on, och-on, och-rie! Skipping on yon bonnie knowes, And casting woo' to me. I do not know on what authority Mr. Cunningham assigns this Jacobite song to Burns; for I have heard cid ladies sing it who re member its existence anterior to the poet's time.- Motherwell. I was the happiest of a' the clan, For Donald was the brawest lad, Till Charlie Stewart cam' at last, My Donald's arm was wanted then, Their waefu' fate what need I tell?— Oh! I am come to the low countrie, Nae woman in the warld wide MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle,' And kissin' my Katie when a' was done. An' a' the lang day I whistle and sing, Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins, O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave; Blest be the hour she cool'd in her linnens, And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave. A board with sharp steel prongs for dressing hemp. • Repairing. O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. 415 RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE. TUNE-" RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE." O RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, An' buy some other ware; The saut tear blin't his e'e; O Willie, come sell your fiddle, The warl' would think I was mad; For mony a rantin' day My fiddle and I hae had. As I cam by Crochallan, Was sitting at yon board en'; And amang guid companie; Rattlin', roaring Willie, Ye'er welcome hame to me! O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet; Mally's every way complete. It were more meet that those fine feet 1 End Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling' down her swan-white neck And her two eyes, like stars in skies, Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck. SAE FAR AWA. TUNE—" DALKEITH MAIDEN BRIDGE." O, SAD and heavy should I part, Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start How true is love to pure desert, So love to her, sae far awa: And nocht can heal my bosom's smart, O, STEER HER UP. O STEER HER UP, AND HAUD HER GAUN.” And gin she winna take a man, 1 Trickling, ⚫ Stir. |