YON WILD MOSSY MOUNTAINS. TUNE-Yon wild Mossy Mountains. YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the grouse lead their coveys through the heather to feed, Not Gowrie's rich valleys, nor Forth's sunny shores, Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path, She is not the fairest, although she is fair; O' nice education but sma' is her share; To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling ee, have lonely these each, own, [valley love must have eyes eye twenty-one song snub, sore, keep make, stupid O FOR ANE-AND-TWENTY, TAM. TUNE-The Moudiewort. CHORUS. AND O for ane-and twenty, Tam, They snool me sair, and haud me down, But three short years will soon wheel roun' And then comes ane-and-twenty, Tam. A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear, Was left me by my auntie, Tam; At kith or kin I needna spier, An I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. piece, lot of wealth ask if They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL. O LEEZE me on my spinning-wheel, On lofty aiks the cushats wail, fool have hand blessings on top to toe, clothes, wraps, soft [well low, summer every, run thatched birch cool shelter oaks, wood-pigeons sorrowful linnets each others land-rail partridge, grass fields whirling, hut little above Oh wha wad leave this humble state, who would NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME. THE noble Maxwells and their powers And they'll gae bigg Terregles towers, But's lighter at the news o't. go build Though stars in skies may disappear, have COUNTRY LASSIE. TUNE-The Country Lass. IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, "It's ye hae wooers mony ane, And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken Then wait a wee, and cannie wale A routhie butt, a routhie ben: "For Johnnie o' the Buskie Glen, He has nae luve to spare for me: For Buskie Glen and a' his gear. "O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; The canniest gate, the strife is sair But aye fou han't is fechtin best, A hungry care's an unco care. But some will spend, and some will spare, Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair, Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill." "O gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve The gowd and siller canna buy. mown every clover, field blow, every shelter hut age good, no have, many know little, quietly chose well-stored house from feeds well, crops, cows no eye well, know, loves one, wouldn't give wealth struggle quietest road, sore full-handed, fighting great must have then ale money COWS happy gold, silver We may be poor-Robbie and I, What mair hae queens upon a throne?" FAIR ELIZA. more have Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza; For pity hide the cruel sentence, Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon: Not the poet in the moment Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture one repent have who would every summer eye knows gives O LUVE WILL VENTURE IN. TUNE-The Posie. O LUVE will venture in where it daurna weel be seen; The Primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, daren't well pull, nosegay For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer- I'll pu' the budding Rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, The Lily it is pure, and the Lily it is fair, And in her lovely bosom I'll place the Lily there; The Hawthorn I will pu' wi' its locks o' siller gray, The Woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, silver will not eyes so well, falls I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve, THE BANKS OF DOON. TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's Delight. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, |