'For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.' 'O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught! The canniest gate, the strife is sair ; But aye 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.' 'O, 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?' TUNE FAIR ELIZA. THE BONIE BRUCKET LASSIE. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza ; Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? ever, Wha for thine wad gladly die? Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon ; Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, I lo'ed her meikle and lang: She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear, Sae let the bonie lass gang. Whae'er ye be that woman love, Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove, O Woman lovely, Woman fair! 'Twad been o'er meikle to've gien thee mair, THE POSIE. 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 without a peer: And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonie mou ; The hyacinth's for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue, And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller grey, Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day, But the songster's nest within the bush I winna tak away; And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, And the diamond drops o' dew shall be her een sae clear: The violet's for modesty which weel she fa's to wear, And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. I'll tie the Posie round wi' the silken band o' luve, And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above, That to my latest draught o' life the band shall ne'er remuve, And this will be a Posie to my ain dear May. THE BANKS O DOON. TUNE-THE CALEDONIAN HUNT'S DELIGHT.' YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou❜lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonie bird, For sae I sat, and sae I sang, Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, And sae I flourish'd on the morn, VERSION PRINTED IN THE MUSICAL YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon, And I sae fu' o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days, When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine, |