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My breist can scarce conteen my heart,

When, dancin', she moves finely, O;

what heaven is by her eyes,
They sparkle sae divinely, O:
My Nanie, O, my Nanie, O !

The flower o’ Nithisdale's Nanie, O!
Love looks frae 'neath her lang brown hair,

And says I dwell wi' Nanie, 0.

Tell not, thou star at grey day-licht,

O'er Tinwald-tap sae bonnie, O,
My fitsteps ’mang the mornin' dew,

When comin' frae my Nanie, 0 :
My Nanie, O, my Nanie, O!

Nane ken o' me and Nanie, O!
The stars and mune may tell’t abune,

They winna wrang my Nanie, 0.


TUNE-Nid noddin.

O, WE'RE a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin,
O, we're a' noddin, at our house at hame.

How's a' wi' ye, kimmer ? and how do ye

thrive ?
And how mony bairns hae ye now ?-Bairns I hae five.
And are they a'at hame wi' you ?-Na, na, na ;
For twa o' them's been herdin' sin' Jamie gaed awa.

And we're a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin ;
And we're a' noddin at our house at hame.

Grannie nods i' the neuk, and fends as she may,
And brags that we'll ne'er be what she's been in her day.

Vow ! but she was bonnie; and vow! but she was braw, And she had rowth o'wooers ance, l'se warrant, great

and sma'. And we're a' noddin, &c.

Weary fa' Kate, that she winna nod too ;
She sits i' the corner, suppin' a' the broo;
And when the bit bairnies wad e'en bae their share,
She gies them the ladle, but deil a drap's there.

And we're a' noddin, &c.

Now, fareweel, kimmer, and weel may ye thrive ; They sae the French is rinnin' for't, and we'll hae peace

belyve. The bear's i' the brear, and the hay's i' the stack, And a' 'll be right wi' us, gin Jamie were come back;

And we're a' noddin, &c.



TUNE-Duncan Davison.

THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,

And she held o'er the moor to spin ;
There was a laddie follow'd her,

They ca'd him Duncan Davison :
The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh;

Her favour Duncan couldna win;
For wi' the roke she shored to knock,

And aye she shook the temper-pin.

As ower the moor they lightly foor, *

A burn ran clear, a glen was green ;

* Went.

Upon the banks they eased their shanks,

And aye she set the wheel between;
But Duncan swore a holy aith,

That Meg should be a bride the morn-
And she took up her spinning graith, ,

And flang it a' out ower the burn.

We'll big a house, a wee wee house,

And we shall live like king and queen:
Sae blythe and merry's we will be,

When ye set by the wheel at e'en.
A man may drink, and no be drunk ;

A man may fight, and no be slain ;
A man may kiss a bonnie lass,

And aye be welcome back again.


SAIR, sair was my heart, when I parted frae my Jean, And sair, sair I sigh’d, while the tears stood in my een; For my daddie is but poor, and my fortune is but sma'; Which


native Caledonia.

gars me leave

When I think on days now gane, and how happy I hae

been, While wandering wi' my dearie, where the primrose

blaws unseen ; I'm wae to leave my lassie, and my daddie's simple ba', Or the hills and healthfu' breeze o' Caledonia.

But wherever I wander, still happy be my

Jean! Nae care disturb her bosom, where peace has ever

been ! Then, though ills on ills befa' me, for her I'll bear

them a', Though aft I'll heave a sigh for Caledonia.

But should riches e'er be mine, and my Jeanie still be

true, Then blaw, ye favourin' breezes, till my native land I


Then I'll kneel on Scotia's shore, while the heart-felt

tear shall fa', And never leave my Jean and Caledonia.



Tune-Unagh's Lock.
Sae flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eye-brows of a darker bue,
Bewitchingly o'erarching

Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue.
Her smiling, sae wyling,

Wad mak a wretch forget his woe;
What pleasure, what treasure,

Unto those rosy lips to grow!
Such was my

Chloris' bonnie face,
When first ber bonnie face I saw;
And, aye my Chloris' dearest charm,

she lo'es me best of a'.

Like harmony her motion ;

Her pretty ankle is a spy,
Betraying fair proportion,

Wad mak a saint forget the sky.
Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form and gracefu' air ;
Ilk feature—auld nature

Declared that she could do nae mair.
Hers are the willing chains o' love,

By conquering beauty's sovereign law;

And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says she lo’es me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudy show at sunny noon; Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve, and rising moon, Fair-beaming, and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes her sang : There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove

By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love,

And thou lo'es me best of a'?




TUNE—The weary pund o' tow.

maiden and my wife
A half a pund o' tow,
And it will serve them a' their life,

Let them spin as they dow.
I thought my tow was endit-

It wasna weel begun!
I think my wife will end her life

Afore the tow be spun.

I lookit to my yarn-nag,

And it grew never mair;
I lookit to my beef-stand
My heart

wonder sair

I lookit to my meal-boat,

And O, but it was howe!

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