But bid the strain be wild and deep,

Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, Minstrel, I must weep,

Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed,

And ach'd in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once-or yield to song.

LXVI.

LULLABY.

AIR-Bonny Wood o' Cragie Lee.

Rest, lovely babe, on mother's knee,
Rest, lovely babe, on mother's knee,
And cry na sae to fill wi' wae
The heart that only beats for thee.

Thou hast, my babe, nae father now,
To care for thee when I am gone;

And I hae ne'er a friend sae true
As would my bonny baby own.
Rest, lovely babe, &c.

O! ance, and I could little think
A lot sae hard would e'er be thine,
As thus a mother's tears to drink!
For, baby, thou hast drunk o' mine.
Rest, lovely babe, &c.

O smile, my babe! for sic a smile
Thy father aye put on to me;
O smile, my babe, and look the while,
For thou look'st wi' thy father's e'e.
Rest, lovely babe, &c.

O that this widow'd heart would beat
Till thou in years hadst upward grown,

That I might learn thy future fate,
Nor leave thee in the world alone.

Rest, lovely babe, &c.

LXVII.

0 MEIKLE THINKS MY LOVE O' MY BEAUTY.

O meikle thinks my love o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my love o' my kin,
But little thinks my love I ken brawlie
My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.

'Tis a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree,

'Tis a' for the hinney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in love wi' the siller, He canna hae love to spare for me.

Your profer o' love's an airl-penny,
My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy;
But gin ye be crafty, I'm cunning,

Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try.

Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,
Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree,
Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,

And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae than me.

LXVIII

THE WOWING OF JOK AND JYNNY,

Robeyns Jok come to wow our Jynny,
On our feist-evin quhen we were fow;
Scho brankit fast, and maid hir bony,

And said, Jok, come ye for to wow ?

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Scho burneist hir baith breist and brow,
And maid bir cleir as ony clok;

Than spak hir deme, and said, I trow,
Ye come to wow our Jynny, Jok.

Jok said, forsuth I yern full fane,

To luk my heid, and sit doun by yow:
Than spak bir modir, and said agane,

My bairne hes tocher-gud to ge yow.
Te he, quoth Jynny, keik, keik, I se yow;
Muder, yone man maks yow a mok;

I schro the lyar, full leis me yow,

I come to wow your Jynny, quoth Jok.

My berne, scho sayis, hes of hir awin,
Ane guss, ane gryce, ane cok, ane hen,
Ane calf, ane hog, ane fute-braid sawin,

Ane kirn, ane pin, that ye weill ken,

out hesitation as a faithful copy, and exhibits to us a very ludicrous picture of the Curta Supellex of the Scottish Commons in the 16th century. Instead of affixing a minute glossary of all the wretched goods and chattels of the bride and bridegroom, we shall select a list of those articles only which might be dubious or unintelligable to the majority of our readers.

Ane pig, ane pot, ane raip thair ben,
Ane fork, ane flaik, ane reill, ane rok,
Dischis and dublaris nyne or ten:

Come ye to wow our Jynny, Jok?

Ane blanket, and ane wecht also,

Ane schule, ane scheit, and ane lang flail, Ane ark, ane almry, and laidills twa,

Ane milk-syth, with ane swyne taill,

Ane rowsty quhittill to scheir the kaill,
Ane quheill, ane mell the beir to knok,
Ane coig, and caird wantand ane nail;
Come ye to wow our Jynny, Jok?

Ane furme, ane furlet, ane pott, ane pek, Ane tub, ane barrow, with ane quheilband,

Ane turs, ane troch, and ane meil-sek,

Ane spurtill braid, and ane elwand.

Jok tuk Jynny be the hand,

And cryd, ane feist; and slew ane cok,

And maid a brydell up alland;

Now haif I gottin your Jynny, quoth Jok?

Now, deme, I haif your bairne mareit;
Suppois ye mak it nevir sa tuche,
I latt you wit schois nocht miskarrit,
It is weill kend I haif anuch:

Ane crukit gleyd fell our ane huch,

Ane spaid, ane speit, ane spur, ane sok, Withouttin oxin I haif a pluche

To gang togiddir Jynny and Jok.