I

If thou should ask my love,

Could I deny thee?

If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me!

II

If thou should kiss me, love,
Wha could espy thee?

If thou wad be my love,
Jamie, come try me!

Chorus

Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me!

If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me!

THE SILVER TASSIE

I

Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine,

And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink before I go

A service to my bonie lassie !

The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,

Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry,

The ship rides by the Berwick-Law,

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II

The trumpets sound, the banners fly,

The glittering spears are ranked ready,
The shouts o' war are heard afar,

The battle closes deep and bloody.
It's not the roar o' sea or shore

Wad mak me langer wish to tarry,
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar:
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!

THE LAZY MIST

I

THE lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark winding rill. How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear, As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year!

II

The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown,

And all the gay foppery of summer is flown.

Apart let me wander, apart let me muse,

How quick Time is flying, how keen Fate pursues!

III

How long I have liv'd, but how much liv'd in vain!
How little of life's scanty span may remain !
What aspects old Time in his progress has worn!
What ties cruel Fate in my bosom has torn !

IV

How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd!

Life is not worth having with all it can give :

For something beyond it poor man, sure, must live.

THE CAPTAIN'S LADY

Chorus

O, mount and go,

Mount and make you ready!

O, mount and go,

And be the Captain's Lady.

I

WHEN the drums do beat,

And the cannons rattle,

Thou shalt sit in state,

And see thy love in battle:

II

When the vanquish'd foe
Sues for peace and quiet,
To the shades we'll go,

And in love enjoy it.

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I

Or a' the airts the wind can blaw

I dearly like the west,

For there the bonie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best.

There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill between,

But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever wi' my Jean.

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II

I see her in the dewy flowers

I see her sweet and fair.

I hear her in the tunefu' birds

I hear her charm the air.

There's not a bonie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,

There's not a bonie bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.