She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold, coward loun is he! Wha last beside his chair shall fa', He is the king amang us three! We are na fou, &c.

And monie a canty day, Joh,

We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.

THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.1

IGAED a' waefu' gate yestreen,

A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue. 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wet wi' dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white ;It was her een sae bonnie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd,

She charm'd my soul I wist na how; And the stound,2 the deadly wound, Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.

aye

TAM GLEN.

TUNE "THE MUCKING O' GEOLDIE'
BYRE."

My heart is a breaking, dear Tittle,
Some counsel unto me come lea',
To anger them a' is a pity;

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?

I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,

In poortith' I might mak a fen',2 What care I in riches to wallow,

If I maunna marry Tam Glen? There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller, "Guid-day to you, brute !" he comes

ben:

He brags and he blaws o' his siller; But when will he dance like Tan

Glen?

My minnie does constantly deave 3 me, And bids me beware o' young men ; They flatter, she says, to deceive me; But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen!

My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,

He'll gie me guid hunder marks ten : But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen? Yestreen at the Valentines' dealing, My heart to my mou gied a sten:4 For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen The last Halloween I was waukin 5 My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken His likeness cam up the house staukinAnd the very grey breeks o' Tan Glen!

Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry;
I'il gie you my bonnie black hen,
Gif you will advise me to marry
The lad I lo❜e dearly Tam Glen.

GANE IS THE DAY.

TUNE-" GUIDWIFE COUNT THE
LAWIN."

GANE is the day, and mirk's the night,
But we'll ne'er stray for faute1 o' light,
For ale and brandy's stars and moon,
And bluid-red wine's the risin sun.

CHORUS.

Then guidwife count the lawin," the lawin, the lawin,

Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.

There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And semple-folk maun fecht and fen',
But here we're a' in ae accord,
For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.
Then guidwife count, &c.
My coggie is a haly pool,3

That heals the wounds o' care and dool;
And pleasure is a wanton trout,
An'

ye drink it a' ye'll find him out.
Then guidwife count, &c.

A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear,
Was left me by my auntie, Tam;
At kith or kin I need na spier,

An' I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam.
An' O for ane, &c.

They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,"
Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
But hear'st thou, laddie, there's my
loof, 3

I'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam!
An' O for ane, &c.

THE BONNIE WEE THING. TUNE-" THE LADS OF SALTCOATS."

BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wast thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom,

Lest my jewel I should tine.

Wistfully I look and languish

In that bonnie face of thine;
And my heart it stounds 4 wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,
In ae constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty,
Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
Bonnie wee, &c.

BESSY AND HER SPINNIN WHEEL.

O LEEZE1 me on my spinnin wheel,
O leeze me on my rock and reel;
Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,2
And haps 3 me fiel and warm at e'en !
I'll set me down and sing and spin,
While laigh 5 descends the simmer sun,
Blest wi' content, and milk, and meal -
O leeze me on my spinnin wheel.

On ilka hand the burnies trot,
And meet below my theekit cot;
The scented birk and hawthorn white
Across the pool their arms unite,
Alike to screen the birdie's nest,
And little fishes caller7 rest:

The sun blinks kindly in the biel',8
Where blithe I turn my spinnin wheel

On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
And echo cons the doolfu' tale;
The lintwhites in the hazel braes,
Delighted, rival ither's lays:
The craik 10 amang the claver hay,
The paitrick whirrin o'er the ley,
The swallow jinkin 12 round my shiel,"
Amuse me at my spinnin wheel.

Wi' sua to sell, and less to buy,
Aboon distress, below envy,

O wha wad leave this humble state,
For a' the pride of a' the great?
Amid their flarin, idle toys,
Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
Can they the peace and pleasure feel
Of Bessy at her spinnin wheel?

COUNTRY LASSIE.

TUNE- -" JOHN, COME KISS ME NOW." IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the lea, And roses blaw in ilka bield; ' Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel,

Says, "I'll be wed, come o't what will;"

Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild,—
"O guid advisement comes nae ill:

"It's ye hae wooers monie ane,
And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken;
Then wait a wee, and cannie wale?
A routhie but, a routhie ben: 3
There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;
Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,
It's plenty beets the luver's fire."5

"For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen

I dinna care a single flie; He lo'es sae weel his craps and kye,6 He has nae luve to spare for me; But blithe's the blink o' Robie's e'e, And weel I wat he lo'es me dear: Ae blink o' him I wad na gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.” "O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; 7 The canniest gate, the strife is sair; But fu' han't is fechtin 8 best, aye

An hungry care's an unco care:

But some will spend, and some will spare,

An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will, Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair, Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill."

"O, gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye;

But the tender heart o' leesome 2 luve The gowd and siller canna buy: We may be poor-Robie and I,

Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy, What mair hae queens upon a throne?"

FAIR ELIZA.
TUNE- "THE BONNIE BRUCKET
LASSIE,"

TURN again, thou fair Eliza,
Ae kind blink before we part,
Rew 3 on thy despairing lover!

Canst thou break his faithfu' heart!
Turn again, thou fair Eliza,
If to love thy heart denies,
For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!
Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?

The offence is loving thee; Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, Wha for thine wad gladly die? While the life beats in my bosom,

Thou shalt mix in ilka throe: Turn again, thou lovely maiden,

Ae sweet smile on me bestow. Not the bee upon the blossom,

In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gies to me.