We made use of what we had, And our thankfu' hearts were glad, When we got the bit meat and the claithing, O. We have lived all our lifetime contented, O, And we are so to this hour, Yet we never pined nor lamented, O. We ne'er thought o' schemes to be wealthy, O, By ways that were cunning or stealthie, O; But we always had the bliss And what farther could we wiss ? To be pleased wi' ourselves and be healthy, O. What though we canna boast of our guineas, O, We have plenty of Jockies and Jeanies, O; And these, I'm certain, are More desirable by far, Than a pock full of poor yellow steenies, O. We have seen many a wonder and ferlie, O, Both in country and in town, Who now live but scrimply and barely, O. Then why should people brag of prosperity, O? And our living been but scant, Yet we never were reduced to need charity, O. In this house we first came together, O, It will last us a' our time; And I hope we shall never need anither, O. And when we leave this habitation, O, We'll go hand in hand, I wiss, To a better house than this, To make room for the next generation, O. Then why should old age so much wound us, O? And our bairns and our oyes all around us! O. "TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN. TUNE-Within a mile of Edinburgh. 'TWAS within a mile of Edinburgh town, Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down, Bonny Jockey, blythe and gay, Kiss'd sweet Jenny, making hay, The lassie blush'd, and frowning, cried "No, no, it will not do; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle too." Jockey was a wag that never would wed, Bonny Jockey, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily: Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cried, "No, no, it will not do ; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle too." But when he vow'd he would make her his bride, Bonny Jockey, blythe and free, At church she no more frowning cried, "No, no, it will not do; " I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle too." O! JEANIE, THERE'S NAETHING TO HOGG. TUNE-Blue Bonnets over the Border. O! MY lassie, our joy to complete again, O! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye. Sweetly blows the haw and the rowan-tree, Far, far will the bogle and brownie be; A' maun love it and a' maun revere it. Cowslip and violet: O! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye. * From Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, Part I, 1787. WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE? TUNE-Wha'll be King but Charlie ? THE news frae Moidart cam' yestreen, Will soon gar mony ferlie; That ships o' war hae just come in, And landed royal Charlie ! Come through the heather, around him gather; Around him cling, wi' a' your kin ; For wha'll be king but Charlie ? Come through the heather, around him gather, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? The Highland clans, wi' sword in hand, Come through the heather, &c. The Lowlands a,' baith great and sma', There's ne'er a lass in a' the land, Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, His very name my heart's blood warms : To arms for royal Charlie ! Come through the heather, &c. KELVIN GROVE. JOHN LYLE. TUNE-Kelvin Grove. LET us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O; Decks the hollow dingle's side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O. We will wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O, Of the lofty waterfall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O. Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonnie lassie, O, We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, bonnie lassie, O. Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonnie lassie, O, To the fragrant-scented brier, E'en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O. For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonnie lassie, O, Wakes the warblers from the spray, From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O. And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, O, Of thy lover on his bier, To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie? O.* * Kelvin Grove is a beautifully wooded dell, about two miles from Glas gow, forming a sort of lovers' walk for the lads and lasses of that city. |