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We lap and danced the lee lang day,
Till piper lads were wae and weary;
For kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.
THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE. TUNE-There are few guid Fellows when Willie's
By yon castle wa', at the close of the day,
grey ; And as he was singing, the tears down came, There'll never be peace till Jamie comes
hame. The church is in ruins, the state is in jars ; Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars ; We darena weel say't, though we ken wha's to blame,
[hame. There'll never be peace till Jamie comes My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, And now I greet round their green beds in
the yerd. It brak the sweet heart of my faithfu' auld dame
[hame. There'll never be peace till Jamie comes Now life is a burthen that bows me down, Since I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; But till my last moments my words are the
[hame! There'll never be peace till Jamie comes
THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY.
To a Gaelic Air.
TAERE's a youth in this city, it were a great
pity That he frae our lasses should wander awa; For he's bonnie and braw, weel favoured
and a', And his hair has a natural buckle and a'. His coat is the hue of his bonnet sae blue ;
His feckit is white as the new-driven snaw; His hose they are blae, and his shoon like
the slae, And his clear siller buckles they dazzle
For beauty and fortune the laddie's been .
courtin'; Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mount
ed, and braw; But chiefly the siller, that gars him gang till
her, The penny's the jewel that beautifies a'. There's Meg wi' the mailen that fain wad
a-haen him ; And Susie, whose daddy was laird o' the
ha'; There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters
his fancyBut the laddie's dear sel' he loes dearest
THERE WAS A LASS.
THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
And she held o'er the moors to spin ; There was a lad that follow'd her,
They ca’d him Duncan Davison. The moor was driegh, and Meg was skiegh,
Her favour Duncan could na win ; For wi' the rock she wad him knock,
And aye she shook the temper-pin. As o'er the moor they lightly foor,
A burn was clear, a glen was green, Upon the banks they easd their shanks,
And aye she set the wheel between : But.Duncan swore a haly aith
That Meg should be a bride the morn, Then Meg took up her spinnin' graith,
And flang them a'out o'er the burn. We'll big a house-a wee, wee house,
And we will live like king and queen, Sae blythe and merry we will be
When ye set by the wheel at e'en, A man may drink and no be drunk ;
A man may fight and no be slain ; A man may kiss a bonnie lass,
And aye be welcome back again.
THINE I AM, MY FAITHFUL FAIR.
Thine, my lovely Nancy ;
Ev'ry roving fancy.
There to throb and languish :
That would heal its anguish.
Rich with balmy treasure :
Lest I die with pleasure.
Night without a morning :
Nature gay adorning.
THOUGH CRUEL FATE. Though cruel Fate should bid us part,
As far's the Pole and Line, Her dear idea round my heart.
Should tenderly entwine.
And oceans roar between ;
I still would love my Jean.
THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER.
Tunk-Fee him, father. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, thou hast left
me ever, Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, thou hast left
me ever ; Aften hast thou yow'd that death only should
us sever, Now thou's left thy lass for aye-I maun see
thee never, Jamie, I'll see thee never.
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, thou hast me
forsaken, Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, thou hast me
forsaken ; Thou canst love anither, jo, while my heart
is breaking; Soon my weary een I'll close-never mair to
waken, Jamie, Ne'er mair to waken.
TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY.
Ye wad na been sae shy ;
But, trowth, I care na by.