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But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less,
The deil tak his taste to gae near her!

He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her,

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

But a' the niest week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
I glow'rd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glow'rd as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Least neebors might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.

I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin,

And how her new shoon fit her auld shackl't feet,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin,

He begged, for Gudesake! I wad be his wife,
Or else I would kill him wi' sorrow:

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,

I think I maun wed him to-morrow,

FRAGMENT.

Fune, The Caledonian Hunt's Delight.'

WHY, why tell thy lover,

Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,

And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy, raptur'd, slumbers,
Chloris, Chloris all the theme;

Why, why wouldst thou cruel,
Wake thy lover from his dream?

HEY FOR A LASS WP A TOCHER.

Tune, Balinamona ora.'

Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,
The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms:
O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms,
O, gie me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms.

CHORUS.

Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher, then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher,

Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher; the nice yellow guineas for me.

Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that blows, And withers the faster, the faster it grows;

But the rapturous charm o' the bonnie green knowes,

Ilk spring they're new deckit wi'bonnie white yowes. Then hey, &c.

And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest, The brightest o' beauty may cloy, when possest; But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie imprest, The langer ye hae them-the mair they're carest. Then hey, &c.

SONG.

Turte, 'Here's a health to them that's awa, hiney.'

CHORUS.

Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,

Here's a health to ane I lo❜e dear;

Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy!

ALTHO' thou maun never be mine,

Altho' even hope is denied ;

'Tis sweeter for thee despairing,

Than aught in the world beside Jessy!

Here's a health, &c.

I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,
As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms;
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But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber, For then I am lockt in thy arms-Jessy! Here's a health, &c.

I guess by the dear angel smile,
I guess by the love-rolling e'e;
But why urge the tender confession
'Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree-Jessy!
Here's a health, &c.

SONG.

Tune, 'Rothermurche."

CHORUS.

Fairest maid on Devon banks,

Crystal Devon, winding Devon,

Wilt thou lay that frown aside,

And smile as thou were wont to do?

FULL Well thou know'st I love thee dear,
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear!

O, did not love exclaim, 'Forbear,
'Nor use a faithful lover so?'
Fairest maid, &c.

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O, let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,

No love but thine my heart shall know.
Fairest maid, &c.

THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.

Bonnie lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go to the birks of Aberfeldy?

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays,
Come let us spend the lightsome days
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blithly sing,

Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's,
O'er-hung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,
The Birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers,
White o'er the linns the burnie pours,
And rising weets wi' misty showers
The Birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonnie lassie, &c.

Let fortune's gifts at random flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me,
Supremely blest wi' love and thee,
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonnie lassie, &c.

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