Philly and Willy Philly and Willy TUNE-" The sow's tail." O HE. PHILLY, happy be that day When, roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And by thy charms, my Philly. SHE. O Willy, aye I bless the grove BOTH. For a' the joys that gowd can gie, I dinna care a single flie, The {lad I love's the lass An that's my ain dear { HE. lad lass } for me, As songsters of the early year So ilka day to me mair dear SHE. As on the brier the budding rose So in my tender bosom grows The love I bear my Willy. BOTH.-For a' the joys, etc. HE. The milder sun and bluer sky, SHE. The little swallow's wanton wing, BOTH. For a' the joys, etc. HE. The bee that thro' the sunny hour SHE. The woodbine in the dewy weet, As is a kiss o' Willy. BOTH.-For a' the joys, etc. HE. Let Fortune's wheel at random rin, And fools may tine, and knaves may win; SHE. What's a' the joys that gowd can gie! The lad I love's the lad for me, And that's my ain dear Willy. My Katy Contented wi' Little C TUNE-"Lumps o' Pudding." 'ONTENTED wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care, I gie them a skelp as they're creepin' alang, Wi' a cog o' guid swats, and an auld Scottish sang. I whiles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought; But Man is a sodger, and Life is a faught: My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch, And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way, Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jad gae: Come ease, or come travail; come pleasure or pain, My warst word is "Welcome, and welcome again!" My Katy Is TUNE-" Roy's Wife." S this thy plighted, fond regard, CHORUS. Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? And canst thou leave me thus for pity? Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear My Nannie's Awa TUNE-" There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame." Now OW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes, While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw: But to me it's delightless-my Nannie's awa. The snaw-drap and primrose our woodlands adorn, Thou laverock that springs frae the dews o' the lawn, The shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn, And thou, mellow mavis, that hails the night-fa', Gie over for pity-my Nannie's awa. Come Autumn sae pensive, in yellow and grey, And soothe me wi' tidings o' Nature's decay; The dark, dreary winter, and wild-driving snaw, Alane can delight me-now Nannie's awa. WAE For the Sake o' Somebody The Tear-Drop AE is my heart, and the tear's i' my e'e; Lang, lang, joy's been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear, And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear. Love, thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I loved; Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I proved: But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, I can feel its throbbings will soon be at rest. O if I were where happy I hae been Down by yon stream and yon bonnie castle green; For there he is wand'ring and musing on me, Wha wad soon dry the tear frae Phillis's e'e. For the Sake o' Somebody TUNE-"The Highland Watch's Farewell." Μ' Y heart is sair, I daurna tell, My heart is sair for Somebody; I could wake a winter night, For the sake o' Somebody! O-hey! for Somebody! I could range the world around, Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on Somebody! Frae ilka danger keep him free, I wad do-what wad I not? |