Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. O for Ane and Twenty, Tam! TUNE-" The Moudiewort." HEY snool me sair, an' haud me down, THAY ar me look like bluntie, Tam! But three short years will soon wheel roun, CHORUS. An' O for ane and twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang, An' I saw ane and twenty, Tam. A glieb o' lan', a claut o' gear, They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, An' O for ane, etc. 94 Bonnie Bell Fair Eliza TUNE-" The bonnie brucket Lassie." URN again, thou fair Eliza, TURN Ae kind blink before we part, Rue on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? If to love thy heart denies, Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, Bonnie Bell `HE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies: Now crystal clear are the falling waters, Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, All creatures joy in the sun's returning, The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer, Afton Water LOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Nithsdale's Welcome Hame Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Nithsdale's Welcome Hame 'HE noble Maxwells and their powers Tare coming o'er the Border, And they'll gae bigg Terreagles' towers, And they declare Terreagles fair, Tho' stars in skies may disappear, So dawning day has brought relief— The Union TUNE-"Such a parcel of rogues in a nation." `AREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel even to the Scottish name, To mark where England's province stands :— What guile or force could not subdue, But English gold has been our bane:- O would, or had I seen the day We're bought and sold for English gold: Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! |