Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her; But sure her soul is not in hell, The deil would ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice Tearing the clouds asunder. THENIEL MENZIE'S BONIE TUNE- The Ruffian's rant. IN coming by the brig o' Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry ; We drank a health to bonie Mary. Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary; Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. Her een sae bright, her brow sae white, Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. We lap an' danced the lee-lang day, Till piper lads were wae an' weary, But Charlie gat the spring to pay For kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary, Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary; Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie, Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. THE FAREWELL. TUNE-It was a' for our rightfu' King?' It was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear; We e'er saw Irish land. Б S JAMIE, COME TRY ME. TUNE-Jamie, come try me." CHORUS. Jamie, come try me, IF thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee? If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me. If thou should kiss me, love, Jamie, come try me &c. LANDLADY, COUNT THE LAWIN. TUNE- Hey tutti, taiti' Cog an' ye were ay fou, Weel may ye a' be! MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET. TUNE- Lady Badinscoth's reel.' My love she's but a lassie yet; My love she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year or twa, She'll no be half sae saucy yet. I rue the day I sought her, O, Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet; We're a' dry wi' drinking o't; MY HEART WAS ANCE. TUNE- To the weavers gin ye go. My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, To the weavers gin ye go; I rede you right gang ne'er at night, To the weavers gin ye go. My mither sent me to the town, A bonie westlin weaver lad I sat beside my warpin-wheel, The moon was sinking in the west But what was said, or what was done, To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, To the weavers gin ye go; I rede you right gang ne'er at night, To the weavers gin ye go. LOVELY DAVIES. TUNE Miss Muir, O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation, The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration? Even they maun dare an effort mair, Than aught they ever gave us, Or they rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o' lovely Davies. Each eye it cheers, when she appears, As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, Her smile's a gift, frae 'boon the lift, My Muse to dream of such a theme, The deed too daring brave is; I'll drap the lyre, and mute admire The charms o lovely Davies. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA. Success to Kenmure's band, Willie ! O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie ! May Kenmure's lord come hame. THE CAPTAIN'S LADY. O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. O mount and go, Mount and make you ready; O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. 260 MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. LADY MARY ANN. Looks o'er the castle wa', The flower amang them a'; O father! O father! And that will let them ken He's to marry yet. Lady Mary Ann Was a flower i' the dew, And bonie was its hue! Young Charlie Cochran Was the sprout of an aik; And straught was its make: To shine for its sake, The simmer is gane When the leaves they were green, And the days are awa That we hae seen : But far better days I trust will come again, For my bonie laddie's young, But he's growin' yet. THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S OH! I am come to the low countrie, It was nae sae in the Highland hills, Nae woman in the country wide For then I had a score o' kye, And there I had three score o' yowes, I was the happiest of the clan, Till Charlie Stewart cam at last, My Donald's arm was wanted then, Their waefu' fate what need I tell, Oh! I am come to the low countrie, Nae woman in the world wide MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle, O merry hae I been cloutin a kettle, And kissin' my Katie when a' was done. O a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins, O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave : An' come to my arms, and kiss me again! RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE. TUNE- Rattlin, roarin' Willie.' O RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, An' buy some other ware; The saut tear blin't his ee; And rattlin', roarin' Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me ! O Willie, come sell your fiddle, O Willie, come sell your fiddle, If I should sell my fiddle, The warl' would think I was mad; For mony a rantin' day My fiddle and I hae had. As I cam by Crochallan, Was sitting at yon board en', And amang guid companie; Ye're welcome hame to me ! O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. Mally's modest and discreet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanced to meet; But O the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet. It were mair meet that those fine feet Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck, And her two eyes, like stars in skies, Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck. O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. |