What is the greatest bliss that the tongue o' man can name? 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, when the kye come hame, 'Tween the gloamin and the mirk, when the kye come hame. 'Tis not beneath the burgonet, nor yet beneath the crown, 'Tis not on couch of velvet, nor yet on lair of down : 'Tis beneath the spreading birch, in the dell without the name, Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame. There the blackbird bigs his nest for the mate he loves to see, And up upon the tapmost bough, oh, a happy bird is he! Then he pours his melting ditty, and love 'tis a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonnie lassie when the kye come hame. When the bluart bears a pearl, and the daisy turns a pea, And the bonnie lucken gowan has fauldit up his ee, Then the lavrock frae the blue lift draps down, and thinks nae shame To woo his bonnie lassie when the kye come hame. Then the eye shines sae bright, the haill soul to beguile, There's love in every whisper, and joy in every smile; O, who would choose a crown, wi' its perils and its fame, And miss a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame! See yonder pawky shepherd that lingers on the hill— His yowes are in the fauld, and his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to rest, for his heart is in a flame To meet his bonnie lassie when the kye come hame. Awa wi' fame and fortune-what comfort can they gie? And a' the arts that prey on man's life and libertie! Gie me the highest joy that the heart o' man can frame'; My bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.* CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES. BURNS. CA' the yowes to the knowes, Hark, the mavis' evening sang, We'll gang doun by Cluden side, Yonder Cluden's silent towers, Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Nocht of ill may come thee near, Fair and lovely as thou art, My bonnie dearie. * From The Three Perils of Man, a Novel, 3 vols. 1821. CONTENTIT WI' LITTLE. BURNS. TUNE-Lumps o' Puddin. CONTENTIT wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, I whiles claw the elbow o' troublesome thocht; My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch, A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', way; Blind chance, let her snapper and stoite on her Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jaud gae; Come ease or come travail, come pleasure or pain, My warst word is-Welcome, and welcome, again! THE DRUCKEN WIFE O' GALLOWAY. TUNE-Hooly and fairly. DOUN in yon meadow a couple did tarry: The gudewife she drank naething but sack and canary; The gudeman complain'd to her friends richt early— Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly! Hooly and fairly, hooly and fairly, Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly! First she drank Crummie, and syne she drank Gairie, And syne she drank my bonnie gray marie, That carried me through a' the dubs and the glairieOh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly! She drank her hose, she drank her shoon, Wad she drink but her ain things, I wadna care, My Sunday's coat she's laid it in wad, My bonny white mittens I wore on my hands, I never was for wranglin' nor strife, When there's ony money she maun keep the purse; A pint wi' her cummers I wad her allow; When she comes to the street she roars and she rants, Has nae fear o❜ her neibours, nor minds the house wants; She rants up some fule-sang, like, Up your heart, Charlie ! Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly! When she comes hame she lays on the lads, DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE. BURNS. TUNE-The Collier's Bonnie Lassie. DELUDED Swain, the pleasure The fickle fair can give thee Is but a fairy treasure Thy hopes will soon deceive thee. The billows on the ocean, The breezes idly roaming, O art thou not ashamed Go, find an honest fellow; Good claret set before thee: From Herd's Collection, 1776. F |