'THE INTREATY.

Tune-"Let me in this ae night."

O LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet?
Or art thou wakin, I would wit?
For Love has bound me hand and foot,
And I would fain be in, jo.

CHORUS.

O let me in this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae, night;
For pity's sake, this ae night,
O rise and let me in, jo.

Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet,
Nae star blinks thro the driving sleet;
Tak pity on my weary feet,

And shield me frae the rain, jo.
O let, &c.

The bitter blast that round me blaws.
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's;
The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
Of a' my grief and and pain, jo.
O let, &c.

THE ANSWER,

O TELL na me o' wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain !
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let you in, jo.

CHORUS.

I tell you now this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night;
And ance for a' this ae night,
I winna let you in, jo.

The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pours,
Is nocht to what poor she endures,
That's trusted faithless man, jo.
I tell, &c

The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead,
Now trodden like the vilest weed;
"Let simple maid the lesson read,
The weird may be her ain, jo.
I tell, &c.

The bird that charm'd his summer-day,
Is now the cruel fowler's prey;
Let witless, trusting woman say
How aft her fate's the same, jo.
I tell, &c.

1

THE

FORLORN LOVER.

Tune-"Let me in this ae night,'

FORLORN, my love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here,
Far, far from thee, the fate severe
At which I most repine, love.

CHORUS.

O wert thou, love, but near me,
But near, near, near me ;

How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
And mingle sighs with mine, love.

Around me scowls a wint'ry sky,
That blasts each bud of hope and joy;
And shelter, shade, nor home have I,
Save in those arms of thine, love.
O wert, &c.

Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
To poison Fortune's ruthless dart-
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, love.
O wert, &c

But dreary tho' the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet!
That only ray of solace sweet

Can on thy Chloris shine, love.
O wert, &c

THE DREARY NIGHT.

Tune "Cauld Kail in Aberdeen."

How long and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie!
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Though I were ne'er sae weary.

CHORUS,

For oh, her lanely nights are lang;
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie.

When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie;
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I but be eerie ?

For oh, &c.

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
The joyless day how dreary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie.
For oh, &c

POORTITH CAULD.

Tune-"I had a horse."

O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
Ye wreck my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
An' 'twere na for my Jeany.

CHORUS.

O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands untwining?
Or why sae sweet a flower as Love,
Depend on Fortune's shining?

This warld's wealth when I think on,
It's pride and a' the lave o't;
Fie, fie on silly coward man,
That he should be the slave o't.
O why, &c.

Her een sae bonie blue betray
How she repays my passion;
But prudence is her o'erword ay,
She talks of rank and fashion.
O why, &c.

O wha can prudence think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?

Owha can prudence think upon,
And sae in love as I am?
O why, &c.