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Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a wee;
But court na anither tho' joking ye be,
For fear she should wile your fancy frae me,
For fear she should wile your fancy frae me.

O whistle, &c.

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Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, 0,
Through its mazes let us rove, bonny lassie, 0,

Where the rose, in all its pride,

Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonny lassie, O.

We will wander by the mill, bonny lassie, 0,
To the cove beside the rill, bonny lassie, 0,

Where the glens rebound the call

Of the lofty water-fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonny lassie, O, Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonny lassie, O, Where so oft beneath its shade, bonny lassie, 0,

With the songsters in the grove,

We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, bonny lassie, 0.

Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonny lassie, 0,
To this fairy scene and you, bonny lassie, 0,

To the streamlet winding clear,

To the fragrant scented brier
Even to thee of all most dear, bonny lassie, O.

For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonny lassie, 0, On thy lover at this hour, bonny lassie, 0,

Ere the golden orb of day

Wake the warblers from the spray,
From this land I must away, bonny lassie, O,

And when on a distant shore, bonny lassie, O, Should I fall midst bartle's roar, bonny lassie, 0, Wilt thou, Ellen, when you

hear Of thy lover on his bier, To his mem'ry shed a tear, bonny lassie, O.



Original set of the words.

O Willy, weel I mind, I lent you my hand,
To sing you a sang which you did me command;
But my memory's sac bad, I had almost forgot
That ye ca'd it the gear and the blaithrie o'to

I'll not sing about confusion, delusion, or pride,
I'll sing about a laddie was for a virtuous bride;
For virtue is an ornament that time will never rot,
And far afore the gear and the blaithrie o't.

Tho' my lassie has nae scarlets or silks to put on,
We envy not the greatest that sits upon the throne,
I wad rather hae my lassie, tho' she came in her smock
Than a princess wi' the gear and the blaithrie o't

Tho' we hae neither horses nor menzie at command,
We will toil on our foot, and we'll work wi' our hand;
And when wearied for rest, we'll find it sweet in ony spot,
And we'll value not the gear and the blaithrie o't.

If we ha'e ony babies we will count them as lent,
Ha'e we less, ha'e we mair, we will aye be content ;
For they say they ha'e mair pleasure wha win but a groat,
Than the miser wi' his gear and the blaithrie o't.


I'U not meddle wi' th' affairs o' the kirk or the queen,
They're nae matters for a sang, let them sink, let them swim,
On your kirk I'll ne'er encroach, but I'll hold it still remote,
Sae tak this for the gear and the blaithrie o't.



The smoke from yon cottage no longer is rising,

For night in her mantle the world has shrouded; Some calmly are sleeping, some fondly devising

New schemes to gild over the hopes that are clouded.

The moon thro' the blue sky in splendour is sailing,

The stars in the noon of their brightness are glowing, But these, tho' so lovely, ah ! how unavailing

To soothe the lone heart that's with sorrow o'erflowing,

When love still remains where sweet hope is a stranger,

The present how bitter-the future how lonely! Yet this tho' I feel I ne'er pause at the danger,

But bid my heart beat, Love! for thee, and thee only.

Soon the red clouds of morn in the east will be blushing,

And thousands will hail the long-wish’d-for to-morrow, But transient my joy, as the cheek's hectic flushing,

That bids us to hope but to add to our sorrow.



AIR_Ettrick banks,

The gloamin frae the welkin high,

Had chas'd the bonny gowden beam ;
The curtain'd east, in crimson dye,

Hung heavy owre the tinted stream:
The wild rose blushing on the brier,

Was set wi' draps o' shining dew
As big and clear, as th' bursting tear

That glow'd in Betty's e'e sae blae !

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