How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd! This life's not worth having with all it can give, For something beyond it poor man sure must live. I Reign in Jeanie's Bosom TUNE-"My Mother's aye glowring o'er me.” LOUIS, what reck 1 by Or Geordie on his ocean? Let her crown my love her law, It is na, Jean, thy Bonnie Face TUNE-"The Maid's Complaint." T is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, IT Nor shape that I admire, Although thy beauty and thy grace To praise, to love, I find; Nae mair ungen'rous wish I hae, Auld Lang Syne Content am I, if Heaven shall give And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, Auld Lang Syne HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, SH And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, We twa hae run about the braes, For auld, etc. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. For auld, etc. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, For auld lang syne. For auld, etc. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld, etc. Go My Bonnie Mary O fetch to me a pint o' wine, A service to my bonnie lassie. Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The battle closes thick and bloody; Robin Shure in Hairst IGAED up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden; At his daddie's yett, Wha met me but Robin ? She's Fair and Fause CHORUS. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him; Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. Was na Robin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter; Play'd me sic a trick, And me the eller's dochter? Robin shure, etc. Robin promis'd me A' my winter vittle; Fient haet he had but three Guse feathers and a whittle. She's Fair and Fause HE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, SHE I lo'ed her meikle and lang: She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, And I may e'en gae hang. A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear, Whae'er ye be that woman love, Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove, O Woman lovely, Woman fair! An Angel form's faun to thy share; 'Twad been o'er meikle to gien thee mairI mean an Angel mind. Bonnie Ann YE gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonnie Ann: Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart she will trepan. Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Youth, grace, and love, attendant move, In a' their charms, and conquering arms, The captive bands may chain the hands, Ye gallants braw, I rede you a', Ο On a Bank of Flowers Na bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wand'ring thro' the wood, Who for her favour oft had sued, He gaz'd, he wish'd, He fear'd, he blush'd, And trembled where he stood. |