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 Never mair to taste delight; Ease frae toil, relief frae care: Bring our banish'd hame again; 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. In absence o' my dearie. But, praise be blest, my mind's at rest, 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: I swear and vow by moon and stars, It is na, Sean, thy Bonnie Face. It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face Nor shape that I admire, 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 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 And they declare Terreagles fair, For their abode they chuse it May hae a joyful morrow; So dawning day has brought relief- 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, See you not yon hills and dales, The sun shines on sae brawlie! Weel buskit up sae gaudy; And the earth conceals sae lowly; I can win my five pennies in a day, 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, 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. Lady Mary Ann. 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 And the days are awa that we hae seen; Out ourr the Farth. TUNE-Charlie Gordon's Welcome Hame. 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! Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky! Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; The best on a' the shore o' Bucky. Vanng Jamie, Pride of a' the Plain. TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen. I wha sae late did range and rove, 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 glen, The Cardin' n't. I COFT a stane o' haslock woo', I loe him best of ouy yet. The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The tailor staw the linin o't. To thee, loved With. To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains, I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes, 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. TUNE-The King of France, he rade a Race. And to her pipe was singing, O; Their capon craws and queer ha, ha's, They made our lugs grow eerie, O; 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, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie; Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie; Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie, The sun a backward course shall take, Bonnie laddie, 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, |