Low and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf, And thretty gude shillins and three; A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter, The lass with the bonnie black e'e. HERE'S TO THY HEALTH, MY BONNIE LASS. TUNE-"LAGGAN BURN." HERE'S to thy health, my bonnie lass, I kon they scorn my low estate, Sıla' siller will relieve me. I count my health my greatest wealth, But far-aff fowls hae feathers fair, My dear, I'll come and see thee; For the man that lo'es his mistress weel, Nae travel makes him weary. THE CARDIN' O'T.1 TUNE-"SALT FISH AND DUMPLINGS." I COFT a stane o' haslock woo', The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The tailor staw the lynin o't. For though his locks be lyart gray,3 The little of this song to which antiquity lays claim, is so trifling that the whole may be said to be the work of Burns. The tenderness of Johnnie's wife can only be fully felt by those who know that hause-lock wool is the softest and finest of the fleece, and is shorn from the throats of sheep in the summer heat."-A. Cunning ham. 2 An outer garment. The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't; When ilka ell cost me a groat, The tailor staw the lynin o't. THE JOYFUL WIDOWER. TUNE "MAGGY LAUDER." MARRIED with a scolding wife The fourteenth of November; the made me weary of my life, By one unruly member. Long did I bear the heavy yoke, And many griefs attended; But, to my comfort be it spoke, Now, now her life is ended. We lived full one-and-twenty years, A man and wife together; At length from me her course she steer'd, And gone I know not whither : Would I could guess, I do profess, I speak, and do not flatter, Of all the women in the world, I never could come at her. Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her ; But sure her soul is not in hell, The deil would ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice Tearing the clouds asunder. THENIEL MENZIE'S BONNIE MARY. TUNE "THE RUFFIAN'S RANT." IN coming by the brig1 o' Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry; As day was dawin in the sky, We drank a health to bonnie Mary. Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary, Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary; Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie, Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary. 1 Bridge. Her een sae bright, her brow sae white Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary. We lap an' danced the lee-lang day, Till piper lads were wae an' weary But Charlie gat the spring to pay For kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary. Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary, Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary. Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary. THE FAREWELL TUNE-" IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU KING." It was a' for our rightfu' King, My dear,- Now a' is done that men can do, He turn'd him right, and round about And gae his bridle-reins a shake, My dear, When day is gane, and night is come, The lee-lang night, and weep. Jamie, come try me, 17 IS NA, JEAN, THY BONNIE FACE. TUNE." THE MAID'S COMPLAINT." Ir is na Jean, thy bonnie face Nae mair ungen'rous wish I hae, And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, LANDLADY, COUNT THI LAWIN. TUNE "HEY TUTTI, TAITI." Cog an' ye were aye fou, Weel may ye a' be! Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet; To the weavers gin ye go, fau maids, To the weavers gin ye go; I rede' you right, gang ne'er al night, To the weavers gin ye go. MY HEART WAS ANCE. TUNE-"TO THE WEAVERS GIN YE GO." My heart was ance as blythe and free To the weavers gin ye go; My mither sent me to the town, I sat beside my warpin wheel, The moon was sinking in the west, But what was said, or what was done, I Made. 2 Thread remaining at the end of a web. O How shall I, unskilfu', try As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, I wad in vain essay the strain, KENMURE'S ON AND AWA. TUNE-" "0, KENMURE'S ON AND AWA, O, KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie ! Success to Kenmure's band, Willie ! Success to Kenmure's band; There's no a heart that fears a Whig, That rides by Kenmure's hand. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie ! Here's Kenmure's health in wine; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, Nor yet o' Gordon's line. O, Kenmure's lads are men, Willie ! And that their faes shall ken. May Kenmure's lord come hame. And here's the flower that I lo'e best'The rose that's like the snaw. THE CAPTAIN'S LADY. TUNE "O MOUNT AND GO." CHORUS. O, mount and go Mount and make you ready; O, mount and go, And the Captain's Lady. WHEN the drums do beat, And see thy love in battle. O, mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. LADY MARY-ANN. TUNE "CRAIGTOWN'S GROWING' Looks o'er the castle wa', The youngest he was The flower amang them a'; O father! O father! To the college yet: Round about his hat, Lady Mary-Ann Was a flower i' the dew, And bonnie was its hue! Young Charlie Cochran And straught was its make To shine for its sake, O' the forest yet. |