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Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in
the state ;
To his fate.
YESTREEN I HAD A PINT O' WINE.
TUNE--Banks of Banna. YESTREEN I had a pint wine,
A place where body saw na'; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness
Rejoicing o'er his manna,
Upon the lips of Anna.
Frae Indus to Savannah !
The melting form of Anna.
An empress or sultana,
I give and take with Anna.
Awa, thou pale Diana !
When I'm to meet my Anna.
Come, in thy raven plumage, night!
Sun, moon, and stars withdrawn a' And bring an angel pen to write
My transports wi' my Anna !
YON WILD MOSSY MOUNTAINS.
TUNE-Yon wild mossy Mountains. Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
[Clyde, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the
heather to feed, And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes
on his reed. Where the grouse lead their coveys thro'
the heather to feed, And the shepherd tents his flock as he
pipes on his reed. Not Gowrie's rich valleys, nor Forth s sunny shores,
[moors ; To me hae the charms o' yon wild, mossy For there, by a lanely and sequester'd stream Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
[stream, For there, by a lanely and sequester'd Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and
my dream. Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
[row strath; 'k stream foaming down its ain green, nar
For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove, While o'er us undeeded flee the swift hours o' love.
[rove, For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I While o'er us unheeded flee the swift
hours o' love.
Her parentage humble as humble can be,
me. To beauty what man but maun yield him a
prize, In her armour o'glances, and blushes, and sighs!
[her darts, And when wit and refinement hae polish'd They dazzle our een as they flee to our hearts. And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts,
[hearts. They dazzle our een, as they flee to our But kindness, sweet kindness in the fond
sparkling e'e, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in
[charms ! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd
[charms ! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering
in her arms,
YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE
PLAIN! TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen. Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain ; Thro' a' our lasses he did rove, And reigned resistless king of love : But now wi' sighs and starting tears, He strays amang the woods and briers; Or in the glens and rocky caves His sad complaining dowie raves. I wha sae late did range and rove, And chang'd with every moon my love, I little thought the time was near, Repentance I should buy sae dear : The slighted maids my torment see, And laugh at a' the pangs I dree While she my cruel scornfu' fair, Forbids me e'er to see her mair!
In a' our town or here awa :
Fu’ lightly danced he in the ha'.
He roosed my waist sae genty sma', And aye my heart came to my
mou' When ne'er a body heard or saw.
My Jockey toils upon the plain,
Thro' wind and weet, thro’ frost and snaw : And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,
When Jockey's owsen hameward ca' And aye the night comes round again,
When in his arms he takes me a', And aye he vows he'll be my ain,
As lang's he has a breath to draw.
TUNE-Last time I came o'er the Muir.
Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
With early gems adorning :
That gild the passing shower,
And cheer each fresh’ning flower.
A richer dye has graced them ;
And sweetly tempt to taste them :
When feather'd tribes are courting, And little lambkins wanton wild,
In playful bands disporting.