She took her mither's Holland sheets,
And made them a' in sarks to me :
Blythe and merry may she be,
The lass that made the bed to me.
The bonie lass made the bed to me,
The braw lass made the bed to me:
I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me!
TUNE-SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION.'
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory!
Fareweel even to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story!
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands ;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.
What guile or force could not subdue,
Through many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitors' wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station,
But English gold has been our bane;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O would, or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll mak this declaration,
We're bought and sold for English gold:
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear;
Till war's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' monie a sigh and tear.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a stranger to fear:
And nocht could him quell, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY. TUNE-HIGHLANDER'S LAMENT.'
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu' stately strade he on the plain !
But now he's banish'd far away,
I'll never see him back again.
O for him back again,
O for him back again,
I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land,
For Highland Harry back again.
When a' the lave gae to their bed,
I wander dowie up the glen;
I sit me down and greet my fill,
And ay I wish him back again.
O for him, &c.
O were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain,
Then I might see the joyfu' sight,
My Highland Harry back again!
O for him, &c.
O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar ?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar ?
I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly:
But say thou wilt hae me for better for waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet ;
Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket : The rose upon the briar will be him trouse and
The rose upon the briar will be him trouse and doublet!
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;
Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat;
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet,
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet.
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee,
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep,
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.
SWEET closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood,
And blythely awakens the morrow;
But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
Beyond thee, &c.
I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But pleasure they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.
Beyond thee, &c.
I canna tell, I maun na tell,
I dare na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart
If I conceal it langer.
Beyond thee, &c.
I see thee gracefu', straight and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonie,
But oh, what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy Johnie !
Beyond thee, &c.
To see thee in anither's arms,
In love to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish.
Beyond thee, &c.
But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say, thou lo'es nane before me;
An' a' my days o' life to come,
I'll gratefully adore thee.
Beyond thee, &c.
HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN WATER!
TUNE THE JOB OF JOURNEY-WORK.'
ALTHO' my back be at the wa',
And tho' he be the fautor;
Altho' my back be at the wa',
Yet, here's his health in water!
O! wae gae by his wanton sides,
Sae brawlie he could flatter;
Till for his sake I'm slighted sair,
And dree the kintra clatter.
But tho' my back be at the wa',
And tho' he be the fautor;
But tho' my back be at the wa',
Yet, here's his health in water!
AS DOWN THE BURN THEY TOOK
THEIR WAY.
As down the burn they took their way,
And thro' the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was ay the tale.
With 'Mary, when shall we return,
Sic pleasure to renew ?'
Quoth Mary, 'Love, I like the burn,
And ay shall follow you.'
|