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My breist can scarce conteen my heart,
When, dancin', she moves finely, O;
what heaven is by her eyes,
The flower o’ Nithisdale's Nanie, O!
And says I dwell wi' Nanie, 0.
Tell not, thou star at grey day-licht,
O'er Tinwald-tap sae bonnie, O,
When comin' frae my Nanie, 0 :
Nane ken o' me and Nanie, O!
They winna wrang my Nanie, 0.
WE'RE A' NODDIN.
O, WE'RE a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin,
How's a' wi' ye, kimmer ? and how do ye
And we're a' noddin, nid, nid, noddin ;
Grannie nods i' the neuk, and fends as she may,
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 ;
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.
THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
And she held o'er the moor to spin ;
They ca'd him Duncan Davison :
Her favour Duncan couldna win;
And aye she shook the temper-pin.
As ower the moor they lightly foor, *
A burn ran clear, a glen was green ;
Upon the banks they eased their shanks,
And aye she set the wheel between;
That Meg should be a bride the morn-
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:
When ye set by the wheel at e'en.
A man may fight, and no be slain ;
And aye be welcome back again.
MY NATIVE CALEDONIA.
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
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.
SHE SAYS SHE LO’ES ME BEST OF A'.
Her eye-brows of a darker bue,
Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue.
Wad mak a wretch forget his woe;
Unto those rosy lips to grow!
Chloris' bonnie face,
she lo'es me best of a'.
Like harmony her motion ;
Her pretty ankle is a spy,
Wad mak a saint forget the sky.
Her faultless form and gracefu' air ;
Declared that she could do nae mair.
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'?
HALF A PUND O' TOW.
TUNE—The weary pund o' tow.
maiden and my wife
Let them spin as they dow.
It wasna weel begun!
Afore the tow be spun.
I lookit to my yarn-nag,
And it grew never mair;
And O, but it was howe!