I've seen the day ye butter'd my brose, MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY. My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu' stately strade he on the plain ! O for him back again! O for him back again! When a' the lave gae to their bed, O were some villains hangit high, 10 TIBBIE DUNBAR. O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? WEE WILLIE, WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet; Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket : Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat; CRAIGIE-BURN-WOOD. BEYOND thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood, But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood I see the spreading leaves and flowers, I canna tell, I maun na tell, But secret love will break my heart I see thee gracefu', straight and tall, To see thee in anither's arms, But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine, HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN WATER! ALTHO' my back be at the wa', And dree the kintra clatter. And tho' he be the fautor; Yet, here's his health in water! AS DOWN THE BURN THEY TOOK THEIR WAY. As down the burn they took their way, And thro' the flowery dale; His cheek to hers he aft did lay, And love was aye the tale. With 'Mary, when shall we return, Quoth Mary, 'Love, I like the burn, ΙΟ LADY ONLIE. A' THE lads o' Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky! Brews good ale at shore o' Bucky; Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean, Brews gude ale at shore o' Bucky; The best on a' the shore o' Bucky. ΙΟ AS I WAS A WANDERING. As I was a wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin', Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. I could na get sleeping till dawin' for greetin', The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain; 10 1 Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him, I may be distress'd, but I winna complain; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. 20 BANNOCKS C' BARLEY. BANNOCKS o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; Bannocks o' barley. Wha in a brulzie Will first cry a parley? The bannocks o' barley. Bannocks o' bear meal, The bannocks o' barley. AWA, WHIGS. AWA, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, |