JOCK. I've a huggerfu' o' saut, as gude as ony saut-fat, JENNIE. A huggerfu' o' saut is easy to be gotten; And for a spurtle ony stick may do, an mak' it clean; I doubt your meal-pock, lad, 's as tume as Willie's whistle : Sae ye're no sae rich, my Johnnie lad, as ye wad seem. I saw yon muckle mug, that stands ayont the hallan, Reamin' ower wi' sowens, aside an auld pirn-wheel, To lay the tousie-pousie hair o' the plaidin': And ye're no sae rich, my Johnnie lad, as ye wad seem. But though your purse be lang-neck't and hollow, seem. Sae, tak' your plaid about you, Johnnie, And come your ways up by our house at e'en; For I like a lad that's brisk and bonnie; Though ye're no sae rich, my Johnnie lad, as ye wad seem. SLICHTIT NANCY. TUNE-Nobody coming to marry me. IT's I hae seven braw new gouns, Besides, I have seven milk-kye, My daddie 's a delver o' dykes, My mother can card and spin, And I'm a fine fodgel lass, And the siller comes linkin' in; The siller comes linkin' in, And it is fou fair to see, And fifty times wow! O wow! What ails the lads at me? Whenever our Bawty does bark, Will licht and venture but in ; When I was at my first prayers, Now I am at my last prayers, I pray on baith nicht and day, And, oh, if a beggar wad come, With that same beggar I'd gae. And, oh, and what 'll come o' me! And, oh, and what 'll I do! That sic a braw lassie as I OWER BOGIE. ALLAN RAMSAY. TUNE-O'er Bogie. I WILL awa' wi' my love, I dinna care a strae; For now she's mistress o' my heart, And wordy o' my hand; And weel, I wat, we shanna part Let rakes delight to swear and drink, There a the beauties do combine, Her flowin' wit gives shining life To a' her other charms; How blest I'll be when she's my wife, From the Tea-Table Miscellany, (1724,) where it is printed without any mark. There blythely will I rant and sing, The right ye hae to Britain's Isle, * LASS, GIN YE LO'E ME. JAMES TYTLER. TUNE-Lass, gin ye lo'e me. I HAE laid a herring in saut- An' I canna come ilka day to woo: I hae a house upon yon moor— Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; I hae a hen wi' a happitie-leg Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; * Ramsay founded this song upon an old chorus. "Ower Bogie," is a proverbial phrase, used in regard to a marriage which has been celebrated by a magistrate instead of a clergyman. The song appeared in the TeaTable Miscellany, 1724. i Mowe-a pile of grain in stalk at the end of a barn. That ilka day lays me an egg, An' I canna come ilka day to woo: Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; LASS, GIN YE LO'E ME. [ANOTHER VERSION.] I HAE laid a herrin' in saut— Bonnie lass, gin ye'll tak me, tell me now; A hae a wee calf that wad fain be a cow- * James Tytler, who has contributed this ditty, and The Bonnie Brucket Lassie, to the mass of popular Scottish song, was the son of a minister in Forfarshire, and originally educated to the medical profession. Being a man of original and truly active mind, he soon soared beyond the ordinary limits of that study. He became a projector and an author, and, finally, a polemic and a democrat. After many turns of good and evil fortune, he was obliged, about the time of the French Revolution, to quit his native country for the more liberal atmosphere of the western continent, on account of some proceedings which had brought him under the observation of the Scottish state-officers. He finally died, while editor of a newspaber, at Salem, in the state of Massachusetts, in the year 1805, aged fiftyeight. Herd's Collection, 1776. 3 |