Her hair was like the links o' gowd, Her teeth were like the ivorie ; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine, The lass that made the bed to me. Her bosom was the driven snaw,

Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see; Her limbs the polish'd marble stane, The lass that made the bed to me. I kiss'd her owre and owre again, And aye she wist na what to say; I laid her between me and the wa',

The lassie thought na lang till day.

Upon the morrow when we rose,

I thank'd her for her courtesie; But aye she blush'd, and aye she sigh'd,

I

And said, 'Alas! ye've ruin'd me.'

clasp'd her waist, and kiss'd her

If thou refuse thy Johnie! Beyond thee, &c.

I canna tell, I maun na tell,
I dare na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart
If I conceal it langer.
Beyond thee, &c.

I see thee gracefu', straight and tall, I see thee sweet and bonie,

To see thee in anither's arms,
In love to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish.
Beyond thee, &c.

But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say, thou lo'es nane before me;
An' a' my days o' life to come,
I'll gratefully adore thee.
Beyond thee, &c.

HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte she bade me;
She watch'd me by the hie-gate side,
And up the loan she shaw'd me;
And when I wadna venture in,

A coward loon she ca'd me;
Had kirk and state been in the gate,
I lighted when she bade me.

Sae craftilie she took me ben,

And bade me make nae clatter; 'For our ramgunshoch glum gudeman

Is out and owre the water: Whae'er shall say I wanted grace, When I did kiss and dawte her, Let him be planted in my place, Syne say I was the fautor.

Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refused her,
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly used her?
He clawed her wi' the ripplin-kame,
And blue and bluidy bruised her;
When sic a husband was frae hame,
What wife but had excused her?

I dighted ay her een sae blue,
And bann'd the cruel randy;
And weel I wat her willing mou'
Was e'en like sugar-candy.
A gloamin-shot it was I trow,

I lighted on the Monday;
But I cam through the Tysday's dew,
To wanton Willie's brandy.

She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd

Wad taste sae bitterlie.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie,
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie.

And thretty gude shillin's and three ; A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's

dochter,

The lass with the bonie black e'e.
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie,

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie.

HEY, the dusty miller, And his dusty coat;

He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat.
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss

That I got frae the miller.

Hey, the dusty miller,
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck.
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty miller.

O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,
O haud your tongue and jauner;
I held the gate till you I met,

Syne I began to wander :

I tint my whistle and my sang,
I tint my peace and pleasure;
But your green graff, now, Luckie
Laing,

Wad airt me to my treasure.

HEE BALOU.

TUNE-THE HIGHLAND BALOU.'

HEE balou! my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o' the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton chief
Wha got my young Highland thief.
Leeze me on thy bonie craigie,
An' thou live, thou'll steal a naigie:
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a Carlisle cow.

Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder:
Herry the louns o' the laigh countree,
Syne to the Highlands hame to me.

THE CARDIN' O'T.

TUNE-SALT FISH AND DUMPLINGS.'

I COFT a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a coat to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo,
I lo'e him best of ony yet.

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.

For though his locks be lyart gray,
And tho' his brow be beld aboon;
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
The pride of a' the parishen.

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.