The deed that I dared could it merit their malice, But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn, THE BELLES OF MAUCHLINE. IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young Belles, Miss Miller is fine, Miss Markland's divine, Miss Smith she has wit, and Miss Betty is braw: There's beauty and fortune to get wi' Miss Morton, But Armour's the jewel for me o' them a’. THE TARBOLTON LASSES. IF ye gae up to yon hill-tap, There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, If she be shy, her sister try, If ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense- As ye gae up by yon hill-side, She'll gi'e ye a beck, and bid ye light, There's few sae bonnie, nane sae gude, If ye should doubt the truth o' this- ΙΟ 20 THE TARBOLTON LASSES. IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals, Their father's a laird, and weel he can spare 't, To proper young men, he'll clink in the hand There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen But for sense and guid taste she'll vie wi' the best, ΤΟ The charms o' the min', the langer they shine, If ye be for Miss Jean, tak this frae a frien', The Laird o' Blackbyre wad gang through the fire, The Laird o' Braehead has been on his speed, Then Anna comes in, the pride o' her kin, If I should detail the pick and the wale O'lasses that live here awa, man, The fault wad be mine, if they didna shine, I lo'e her mysel, but darena weel tell, Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse, Nor ha'e 't in her power to say na, man ; For though I be poor, unnoticed, obscure, My stomach's as proud as them a', man. Though I canna ride in weel-booted pride, 20 30 40 My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o' the best, My sarks they are few, but five o' them new, There are no mony poets sae braw, man. I never had frien's, weel stockit in means, I never was canny for hoarding o' money, 50 60 HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA. HERE'S a health to them that's awa, And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' the clan, Altho' that his band be but sma'. May liberty meet wi' success! May prudence protect her frae evil! May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist, And wander their way to the devil! Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, Here's freedom to him that wad read, Here's freedom to him that wad write! 20 There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth gowd, I'M OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET. I AM my mammie's ae bairn, I'm fley'd wad mak me eerie, Sir. I'm owre young, I'm owre young, My mammie coft me a new gown, I'm fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't. Hallowmas is come and gane, The nights are lang in winter, Sir; And you an' I in ae bed, In troth I dare na venture, Sir. Fu' loud and shrill the frosty wind But if ye come this gate again, I'll aulder be gin simmer, Sir. 10 20 |