JAMIE, COME TRY ME.

JAMIE, come try me;

Jamie, come try me;
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

If thou should ask my love,
Could I deny thee?

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

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

If thou would be my love,
Jamie, come try me.

AWA', WHIGS, AWA'!

TUNE-Awa', Whigs, awa'.

The second and last stanzas only are by Burns; the rest is from an old Jacobite song.

CHORUS.

AWA', Whigs, awa'!

Awa', Whigs, awa'!

Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,

Ye'll do nae good at a'.

Our thrissles flourished fresh and fair,
And bonny bloomed our roses;
But Whigs came like a frost in June,
And withered a' our posies.

Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust

Deil blin' them wi' the stour o't; dust
And write their names in his black beuk,
Wha gae the Whigs the power o't.

Our sad decay in Church and State
Surpasses my descriving;

The Whigs came o'er us for a curse,
And we hae done wi' thriving.

Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap,
But we may see him wauken;
Gude help the day when royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin!

hare

WHERE HAE YE BEEN?

TUNE-Killiecrankie.

"The chorus of this song is old; the rest of it was

written by Burns."

STENHOUSE.

WHARE hae ye been sae braw, lad?

Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O? pranked

Oh, whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?
An' ye had been whare I hae been,

Ye wad na been sae cantie, O;
An' ye had seen what I hae seen,
On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.

I fought at land, I fought at sea;
At hame I fought my auntie, O;
But I met the devil and Dundee,

On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.
The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr,
And Clavers got a clankie, O,
Or I had fed an Athole gled,

On the braes o' Killiecrankie, Q.

merry

ditch

blow

kite

CA' THE EWES TO THE KNOWES.

The verses within brackets are old, with only a few touches of improvement by Burns.

CA' the ewes to the knowes,

arive

Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,

rolls

My bonny dearie.

As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad.

He rowed me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.

Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide?
Beneath the hazel spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.

[Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf leather shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
And ye sall be my dearie.

If ye but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' you, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.]

rolled

calf

meander

While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie, shines
Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e,
Ye sall be my dearie.

FOR A THAT, AND A' THAT.

THOUGH Women's minds, like winter winds,
May shift and turn, and a' that;
The noblest breast adores them maist,
A consequence I draw that.

For a' that, and a' that,

And twice as mickle's a' that,
The bonny lass that I lo'e best,
Shall be my ain for a' that, etc.

YOUNG JOCKEY.

TUNE- Young Jockey.

"The whole of [this song], excepting three or four lines, is the production of Burns." - STENHOUSE.

YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad

In a' our town or here awa':

Fu' blithe he whistled at the gaud,
Fu' lightly danced he in the ha'.

He roosed my e'en, sae bonny blue,

plough

praised

He roosed my waist, sae genty sma'; elegantly

And aye my heart came to my mou',

When ne'er a body heard or saw.

My Jockey toils upon the plain,

Through wind and weet, through frost and

snaw,

And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,

When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'. And aye the night comes round again, When in his arms he takes me a';

And aye he vows he'll be my ain,

As lang's he has a breath to draw.

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