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Handsome Nell

TUNE-"I am a Man unmarried."

ONCE I lov'd a bonnie lass,

Ay, and I love her still,

And whilst that virtue warms my breast I'll love my handsome Nell.

As bonnie lasses I hae seen,
And monie full as braw,
But for a modest gracefu' mien
The like I never saw.

A bonnie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e,

But without some better qualities

She's no a lass for me.

But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet,

And what is best of a',

Her reputation is complete,
And fair without a flaw.

She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel:

And then there's something in her gait
Gars onie dress look weel.

A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart,
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.

'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul !
For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without control.

Tibbie, I hae seen the Day

TUNE-"Invercauld's Reel."

ESTREEN I met you on the moor,

YE

Ye spak na, but gaed by like stour:

Ye geck at me because I'm poor,

But fient a hair care I.

CHORUS.

O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye would na been sae shy;
For laik o' gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.

I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
Because ye hae the name o' clink,
That ye can please me at a wink,
Whene'er ye like to try.

O Tibbie, I hae, etc.

But sorrow tak him that's sae mean,
Altho' his pouch o' coin were clean,
Wha follows ony saucy quean
That looks sae proud and high.

O Tibbie, I hae, etc.

I dream'd I lay where Flowers

Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart,
If that he want the yellow dirt,
Ye'll cast your head anither airt,
And answer him fu' dry.

O Tibbie, I hae, etc.

But if he hae the name o' gear,
Ye'll fasten to him like a brier,
Tho' hardly he, for sense or lear,
Be better than the kye.

O Tibbie, I hae, etc.

But, Tibbie, lass, tak my advice,
Your daddy's gear maks you sae nice;
The deil a ane wad spier your price,

Were ye as poor as I.

O Tibbie, I hae, etc.

There lives a lass in yonder park,
I would na gie her in her sark,
For you wi' a' your thousand mark;
Ye need na look sae high.

O Tibbie, I hae, etc.

I

I dream'd I lay where Flowers were Springing

DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing

Gaily in the sunny beam;

List'ning to the wild birds singing,

By a falling crystal stream:

Straight the sky grew black and daring;

Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;

Trees with aged arms were warring,
O'er the swelling, drumlie wave.

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