The Lass o' Ecclefechan Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute, The Lass of Ecclefechan TUNE-"Jack o' Latin." AT ye me, O gat ye me, "GAT O gat ye me wi' naething? Rock and reel, and spinnin' wheel, Bye attour, my gutcher has A heich house and a laigh ane, A' forbye, my bonnie sel, The toss of Ecclefechan." "O haud your tongue now, Lucky Laing, I held the gate till you I met, I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now, Lucky Laing, O Lassie, art thou Sleepin' yet? TUNE-"Let me in this ae night." LASSIE, art thou sleepin' yet? Or art thou wakin', I would wit? For love has bound me hand and fit, And I would fain be in, jo. CHORUS. O let me in this ae night, Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. The bitter blast that round me blaws, HER ANSWER. O tell na me o' wind and rain, CHORUS. I tell you now this ae night, The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, I'll aye ca' in by yon Toun The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead, Now trodden like the vilest weed; Let simple maid the lesson read, The bird that charm'd his summer-day I'll aye ca' in by yon Toun 'HERE'S nane sall ken, there's nane sall TH guess, What brings me back the gate again, But she, my fairest faithfu' lass, And stownlins we sall meet again. CHORUS. I'll aye ca' in by yon toun, And by yon garden green again; And see my bonnie Jean again. She'll wander by the aiken tree O, wat ye wha's in yon Toun ? TUNE-" The bonnie Lass in yon town." WOW haply down yon gay green shaw, Now She wanders by yon spreading tree: How blest, ye flow'rs that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e! CHORUS. O, wat ye wha's in yon toun How blest, ye birds that round her sing, The sun blinks blythe on yon town, But my delight in yon town, And dearest bliss, is Jeanie fair. Without my love, not a' the charms My cave wad be a lover's bower, And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there. The Cardin' o't O sweet is she in yon toun, Yon sinkin' sun's gane doun upon; His setting beam ne'er shone upon. If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear; But spare me, spare me Jeanie dear! For while life's dearest blood is warm, She has the truest, kindest heart. The Cardin' o't I TUNE-"Salt Fish and Dumplings." COFT a stane o' haslock woo', For Johnny is my only jo, I lo'e him best of onie yet. The tailor staw the lynin' o't. For though his locks be lyart grey, Yet I hae seen him on a day, The pride of a' the parishen. |