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

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


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,
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.



What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'!

Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin,

He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang; He's doyl't and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen,

0, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man !

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankors,

I never can please him, do a' that I can; He's peevish and jealous of a’ the young fellows :

0, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,

I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart-break

him, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.


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.

Wishfully I look and languish

In that bonnie face o' thine ;
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,

Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,

In ac constellation shine ;
To adore thee is my duty,
Goddess o' this soul o' mine!

Bonnie wee, &c.


Tune, The Moudiewort.'

An 0, for ane and twenty, Tam!

An hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang,

An I saw ane and twenty, Tam.

TABY snool me sair, and haud me down,

And gar me look like bluntie, Tam ! But three sbort years will soon wheel roun", And then comes ane and twenty, Tam.

An 0, for ane, &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 0, for ane, &c.

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They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,

Tho’I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
But hear'st thou, laddie, there's my loof,
I'm thine at ane and twenty, Tam!
An 0, for ane,



O LEEZE me on my spinning wheel,
O leeze me on my rock and reel;
Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,
And haps me fiel and warm at e’en!
I'll set me down and sing and spin,
While laigh descends the simmer sun,
Blest wi' content, and milk and meal-
O leeze me on my spinning 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 caller rest :
The sun blinks kindly in the biel',
Where blithe I turn my spinning wheel.

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

Wi' sma' 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 flaring, idle toys,
Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
Can they the peace and pleasure feel
Of Bessy at her spinning wheel?


IN simmer when the hay was mawn,

And corn wav'd green tu ilka field, While claver blooms white oʻer the lea,

And roses blaw in ilka bield; VOL. XXXIX.


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