LASSIE WI' THE LINTWHITE LOCKS. TUNE "Rothemurche's Rant." CHORUS. LASSIE wi' the lintwhite locks, Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And say thou❜lt be my dearie, O? And when the welcome simmer shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. CHLORIS. O BONIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunts o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how dear! It shaded frae the e'enin' sun. Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, They witness'd in their shade yestreen. All in its rude and prickly bower, That crimson rose how sweet and fair! But love is far a sweeter flower, Amid life's thorny path o' care. The pathless wild, and wimpling burn, THE ROSE-BUD. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, Within the bush, her covert nest, She soon shall see her tender brood, So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair, So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, That watch'd thy early morning. THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY. CHORUS. BONIE lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go to the birks of Aberfeldy ? Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie lassie, &c. While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit, on wanton wing, Bonie lassie, &c. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, Bonie lassie, &c. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flow'rs, While o'er the linns the burnie pours, And, rising, weets, wi' misty show'rs, The birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie lassie, &c. Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie lassie, &c THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE. TUNE-"This is no my ain House." CHORUS. O THIS is no my ain lassie, I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place; O this, &c. She's bonie, blooming, straight and tall, A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, It may escape the courtly sparks, |