But the little desperate elf, The tiny traitor, Love himself! By the wings I pinched him up Like a bee, and in a cup Of my wine I plunged and sank him; And what d' ye think I did?--I drank him! LEIGH HUNT. DUNCAN GRAY CAM' HERE TO WOO. DUNCAN GRAY cam' here to woo Ha, ha! the wooing o't! On blythe Yule night when we were fou - Maggie coost her head fu' high, Ha, ha the wooing o't! Duncan fleeched and Duncan prayed - Meg was deaf as Ailsa craig Ha, ha! the wooing o't! Duncan sighed baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn Ha, ha the wooing o't! ROBERT BURNS. THE LOW-BACKED CAR. WHEN first I saw sweet Peggy, "T was on a market day: But when that hay was blooming grass, Never asked for the toll, But just rubbed his owld poll, And looked after the low-backed car. In battle's wild commotion, The proud and mighty Mars Has darts in her bright eye, That knock men down in the market town, Sweet Peggy round her car, sir, Has strings of ducks and geese, Just like a turtle-dove, Of the blooming god of Love! While she sits in her low-backed car, The lovers come near and far, And envy the chicken As she sits in her low-backed car. O, I'd rather own that car, sir, Than a coach and four, and gold galore, For the lady would sit forminst me, With my arm around her waist, While we drove in the low-backed car, To be married by Father Mahar; O, my heart would beat high At her glance and her sigh, Though it beat in a low-backed car! SAMUEL LOVER. |