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Nae sooner they smile on the lasses,
Than they are taen far eneuch ben ; But when I speak to them that's stately,
I find them aye taen wi' the gee, And get the denial fu' flatly ;
What think ye can ail them at me?
I have a gude offer to make them,
If they would but hearken to me; And that is, I'm willing to take them,
Gin they wad be honest and free. Let her wha likes best write a billet,
And send the sweet message to me; By sun and by moon, I'll fulfil it,
Though crooked or crippled she be !
THE WANTON WIFE.
Nith, trembling to the reaper's sang,
Her auld gudeman drapped in at e'en,
anger never raised his ee; He blessed the little, and was blithe, While spak the dame, wi' clamorous tongue,
O sorrow clap your
auld beld pow, And dance wi' ye to the mools, gudeman.
He bang his bonnet on the pin,
The third morn's dew on flower and tree 'Gan glorious in the sun to glow, When sung
the wanton wife to mark His feet gaun foremost o'er the know. The first flight o' the winter's rime That on the kirkyard sward had faun, The wanton wife skiffed aff his grave, A-kirking wi' her new gudeman.
A dainty dame I wat was she,
But lang ere winter's winds blew by,
She dreary sits 'tween naked wa's,
her bitterness of saul In sorrow for her auld gudeman !
QUEEN MARY'S LAMENT.
Now nature hangs her mantle green
On ilka blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out ower the
Now Phæbus cheers the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies ; But nought can glad the weary wicht,
That fast in durance lies.
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose doun the brae;
And milk-white is the slae.
Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
Aloft on dewy wing,
Makes woodland echoes ring.
The mavis, mild wi' mony a note,
Sings drowsy day to rest ;
In love and freedom they rejoice,
Wi' care nor thrall opprest.
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove these sweets amang ; But I, the Queen o' a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison strang.
I was the Queen o' bonnie France,
Where happy I hae been; Fu' lightly rase I in the morn,
As blithe lay down at e'en.
And I'm the sovereign of Scotland,
And mony a traitor there; Yet here I lie in foreign bands,
And never-ending care.
But as for thee, thou false woman,
My sister and my fae,
That through thy soul shall gae.
Was never known to thee; Nor the balm that draps on wounds of woe,
From woman's pitying ee.
My son ! my son! may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine ;
That ne'er would blink on mine.
God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,
Or turn their hearts to thee; And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,
Remember him for me.
Oh, soon to me may summer suns
Nae mair licht up the morn!
Wave o'er the yellow corn.
And in the narrow house o' death
Let winter round me rave;
Bloom on my peaceful grave!
DINNA THINK, BONNIE LASSIE.
TUNE-The Smith's a gallant fireman.
O DINNA think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee ; I'll tak a stick into my hand, and come again and see
Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and
eerie ; Far’s the gate ye bae to gang ; dark's the night and
eerie ; Far's the gate ye hae to gang ; dark's the night and
eerie; O stay this night wi' your love, and dinna gang and
It's but a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie ; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie ; Whene'er the sun gaes west the loch, I'll come again
and see thee.