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TABY snool me sair, and haud me down,
And gar me look like bluntie, Tam! But three short 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:
An 0, for ane, &c.
They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho’I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
BESS AND HER SPINNING WHEEL
O LEEZE me on my spinning wheel,
On ilka hand the burnies trot,
The scented birt and lawthor what
On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
Wisma' to sell, and less to bus,
In simmer when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav'd green to ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the lea,
And roses blaw in ilka bield; Vol. XXXIX.
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 mony ane,
And lassie, ye're but young ye ken; Then wait a wee, and cannie wale,
A routhie butt, a routhie ben : There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu’ is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonny hen,
It's plenty beets the luver's fire.
For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
I dinna care a single fie;
He has nae luve to spare for me:
And weel I wat he lo'es me dear; Ae blink o' him I wad nae gie
For Buskie-glen and a’ his gear.
O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught;
The canniest gate, the strife is sair; But ay fu’han't is fechtin best,
A 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.
0, gear will buy me rigs o' land,
And gear will buy me sheep and kye;
But the tender heart o' leesome 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 ?
A GAELIC AIR.
TURN again, thou fair Eliza,
Ae kind blink before we part,
Canst thou break his faithfu' heart?
If to love thy heart denies,
Under friendship's kind disguise !
Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee :
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe :
Ae sweet smile on me bestow..
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride oʻsinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Fancy lightens on his e'e
That thy presence gies to me.
O LUVE will venture in, where it daur na weel be
seen, O luve will venture in, where wisdom ance has
been; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood
sae green, And a' to pu’a posie to my ain dear May.
The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o'womankind, and blooms with
out a peer; And a' to be a posie to my own dear May.
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phæbus peeps in
view, For its like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its unchanging
blue, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.