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We lap and danced the lee lang day, Till piper lads were wae and weary: But Charlie gat the spring to pay,

For kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.

Frae the Friends and Land I Love.

AIR-Carron Side.

FRAE the friends and land I love
Driv'n by fortune' felly spite,
Frae my best belov'd I rove,

Never mair to taste delight;
Never mair maun hope to find

Ease frae toil, relief frae care:
When remembrance wracks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.
Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the fates nae mair severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore;
Till Revenge, wi' laurell'd head,

Bring our banish'd hame again;
And ilk loyal bonnie lad
Cross the seas and win his ain.

Gane is the Day. TUNE-Guidwife, Count the Lawin. GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for fau't o' light, For ale and brandy's stars and moon, And bluid-red wine's the rising sun. Then guidwife, count the lawin,

The lawin, the lawin; Then guidwife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair; There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, And simple folk maun fight and fen; But here we're a' in ae accord, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.

My coggie is a haly pool,

That heals the wounds o' care and dool; And pleasure is a wanton trout,

An ye drink but deep ye'll find him out.

The Tither Morn.

TUNE-To a Highland air.

THE tither morn, when I forlorn

Aneath an aik sat moaning,

I did na trow, I'd see my jo,

Beside me, gain the gloaming.

But he sae trig, lap o'er the rig,

And dawtingly did cheer me, When I, what reck, did least expec', To see my lad so near me.

His bonnet he, a thought ajee,

Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me; And I, I wat, wi' fainness grat,

While in his grips he press'd me.
Deil tak the war! I late and air,
Hae wish'd since Jock departed;
But now as glad I'm wi my lad,
As short syne broken-hearted.
Fu' aft at e'en wi' dancing keen,
When a' were blythe and merry,
I car'd na by, sae sad was I,

In absence o' my dearie.

But, praise be blest, my mind's at rest,
I'm happy wi' my Johnny :
At kirk and fair, I'se aye be there,
And be as canty's ony.

Come Boat me o'er to Charlie.

TUNE-O'er the Water to Charlie. COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, Come boat me o'er to Charlie ; I'll gie John Ross another bawbee, To boat me o'er to Charlie. We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, We'll o'er the water to Charlie; Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go And live or die wi' Charlie.

I loe weel my Charlie's name

Tho' some there be abhor him:
But oh, to see auld Nick gaun hame,
And Charlie's face before him!

I swear and vow by moon and stars,
And sun that shines so early,
If I had twenty thousand lives,
I'd die as aft for Charlie.

It is na, Sean, thy Bonnie Face.
TUNE-The Maid's Complaint.

It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face

Nor shape that I admire,
Altho' thy beauty and thy grace
Might weel awake desire.
Something, in ilka part o' thee,
To praise, to love, I find;
But dear as is thy form to me,
Still dearer is thy mind.

Nae mair ungen'rous wish I hae,

Nor stronger in my breast, Than if I canna mak thee sae,

At least to see thee blest. Content am I, if Heaven shall give But happiness to thee: And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, For thee I'd bear to die.

I har a Wife a' my Ain. (389) TUNE-Naebody.

I HAE a wife o' my ain

I'll partake wi' naebody;
I'll tak cuckold frae nane,
I'll gie cuckold to nacbody.
I hae a penny to spend,
There-thanks to naebody;
I hae naething to lend,
I'll borrow frae naebody.

I am naebody's lord

I'll be slave to naebody; I hae a guid braid sword,

I'll tak dunts frae naebody. I'll be merry and free,

I'll be sad for naebody; If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.

Withsdale's Welcome Home.

THE noble Maxwells and their powers
Are coming o'er the border,
And they'll gae bigg Terreagles towers,
And set them a' in order,

And they declare Terreagles fair,

For their abode they chuse it
;
There's no a heart in a' the land,
But's lighter at the news o't.
Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather,
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather:
The weary night o' care and grief

May hae a joyful morrow;

So dawning day has brought relief-
Fareweel our night o' sorrow!

My Callier Laddie. TUNE-The Collier Laddie. WHERE live ye, my bonnie lass?

And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is Mistress Jean, And I follow the Collier Laddie.

My name, she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier Laddie.

See you not yon hills and dales,

The sun shines on sae brawlie!
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
Ye shall gang in gay attire,

Weel buskit up sae gaudy;
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on,

And the earth conceals sae lowly;
I wad turn my back on you and it a'
And embrace my Collier Laddie.
I wad turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier Laddie.

I can win my five pennies in a day,
And spen 't at night fu' brawlie
And make my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier Laddie,
And make my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier Laddie.

Luve for luve is the bargain for me,

Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me; And the world before me to win my bread, And fair fa' my Collier Laddie.

And the world before me to win my bread, And fair fa' my Collier Laddie.

As I was a-Wandering.

TUNE-Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh.

As I was a-wandering ane midsummer e’enin', The pipers and youngsters were making their game;

Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover, Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again.

Weel, since he has left me, my pleasure gae wi' him; [plain.

I may be distress'd, but I winna com

I flatter my fancy I may get anither,
My heart it shall never be broken for

ane.

I couldna get sleeping till dawin for greetin', The tears trickled down like the hail and

the rain;

Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken, For oh! love forsaken's a tormenting pain.

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Lady Mary Ann.
TUNE-Craigtown's growing.

OH, Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle wa';

a'

She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba'; The youngest he was the flower amang them [yet. My bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' Oh father! oh father! an ye think it fit, We'll send him a year to the college yet : We'll sew a green ribbon round about his hat, And that will let them ken he's to marry yet.

Lady Mary Ann was a flower i' the dew, Sweet was its smell, and bonnie was its hue; And the langer it blossom'd the sweeter it grew:

[yet.

For the lily in the bud will be bonnier

Young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout of
an aik;
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Bonnie and bloomin' and straught was it:
The sun took delight to shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag o' the forest yet.
The simmer is gane when the leaves they
were green,

And the days are awa that we hae seen;
But far better days I trust will come again,
For my bonnie laddie's young, but he's
growin' yet.

Out ourr the Farth.

TUNE-Charlie Gordon's Welcome Hame.
OUT over the Forth I look to the north,
But what is the north and its Highlands
to me?

The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,

The far foreign land, or the wild-rolling sea. But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;

For far in the west lives he I loe best,

The lad that is dear to my babie and me.

Jockey's tarn the Parting Riss. TUNE-Jockey's taen the Parting Kiss. JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss,

O'er the mountains he is gane; And within him is a' my bliss,

Nought but griefs with me remain. Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain! Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw, Drifting o'er the frozen plain When the shades of evening creep

O'er the day's fair, gladsome ee, Sound and safely may he sleep, Sweetly blythe his waukening be! He will think on her he loves,

Fondly he'll repeat her name; For where'er he distant roves, Jockey's heart is still at hame.

The Carles a Dysart.

TUNE-Hey ca' thro' Up wi' the carles o' Dysart,

And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' Leven.

Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',

For we hae mickle ado; Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',

For we hae mickle ado.

We hae tales to tell,

And we hae sangs to sing; We hae pennies to spend,

And we hae pints to bring. We'll live a' our days,

And them that come behin', Let them do the like,

And spend the gear they win.

Tall Onli

TUNE-The Ruffian's Rant.

A' THE lads o' Thornie-bank,

When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in and tak a pint

Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,

Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky!
I wish her sale for her guid ale,
The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean,
I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And cheerlie blinks the ingle-gleed
Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,

Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her guid ale,

The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

Vanng Jamie, Pride of a' the Plain.

TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen.
YOUNG Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain ;
Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
And reigned resistless king of love:
But now wi' sighs and starting tears,
He strays amang the woods and briers;
Or in the glens and rocky caves
His sad complaining dowie raves.

I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear:
The slighted maids my torment see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair!

Jenny's a' wat, poor Body. TUNE-Coming through the Rye. COMING through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye,

She draiglet a' her petticoatie,
Coming through the rye.
Jenny's a' wat, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draiglet a' her petticoatie,
Coming through the rye.
Gin a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Gin a body meet a body

Coming through the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the world ken?

The Cardin' n't.
TUNE-Salt-fish and Dumplings.

I COFT a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a wat to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo,

I loe him best of ouy yet.

The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,

The tailor staw the linin o't.
For though his locks be lyart grey,
And though his brow be beld aboon;
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
The pride of a' the parishen.

To thee, loved With.

To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi' careless thought I rang'd,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchang'd.

I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes,
Tho' mem'ry there my bosom tear;
For there he rov'd that brake my heart,
Yet to that heart, ah! still how dear!

Sar far Ama.

TUNE-Dalkeith Maiden Bridge. Он, sad and heavy should I part, But for her sake sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart My native land sae far awa.

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TUNE-The King of France, he rade a Race.
AMANG the trees where humming bees
At buds and flowers were hinging, O,
Auld Caledon drew out her drone,

And to her pipe was singing, O;
'Twas pibroch, sang, strathspey, or reels,
She dirl'd them aff fu' clearly, O,
When there cam a yell o' foreign squeels,
That dang her tapsalteerie, Ó.

Their capon craws and queer ha, ha's,

They made our lugs grow eerie, O;
The hungry bike did scrape and pike
Till we were wae and weary, O.
But a royal ghaist wha ance was cas'd,
A prisoner aughteen year awa,
He fir'd a fiddler in the North

That dang them tapsalteerie, O.

The Bighland Laddie.

TUNE-If thou'lt Play me Fair Play. THE bonniest lad that e'er I saw,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,
Bonnie Highland laddie.
On his head a bonnet blue,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
His royal heart was firin and true,
Bonnie Highland laddie.
Trumpets sound, and cannons roar,

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie;
And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,
Bonnie Lowland lassie.
Glory, honour, now invite,

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie,
For freedom and my king to fight,
Bonnie Lowland lassie.

The sun a backward course shall take,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Ere aught thy manly courage shake,
Go! for yourself procure renown,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
And for your lawful king his crown,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Bannocks o' Barlen.

TUNE-The Killogie. BANNOCKS o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; Here's to the flighlandman's Bannocks o' barley. Wha in a brudzie

Will first cry a parley? Never the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley! Bannocks o' bear meal,

Bannocks o' barley; Here's to the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley! Wha in his wae-days Were loyal to Charlie ?— Wha but the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley?

Robin Share in Dairst.

CHORUS.

ROBIN shure in hairst, I shure wi' him; Fient a heuk had I,

Yet I stack by him,

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