But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth shew

How oft the black Jack

to his lips doth go;

But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth shew

How oft the black Jack

to his lips doth go.

Dame Margery sits

in her own still-room,

And a Matron sage is she;
From thence oft at Curfew

is wafted a fume,

She says it is Rosemarie,

She says it is Rosemarie;

But there's a small cupboard

And the maids say they often see

behind the back stair,

Margery there.

Now, Margery says that she

grows very old

And must take a something

to keep out the cold!

But ho! ho! ho! old Simon doth know Where many a flask of his best doth go; But ho! ho! ho! old Simon doth know Where many a flask of his best doth go.

And talks about taking a wife;

And Margery often is heard to declare

She ought to be settled in life,

She ought to be settled in life;

he will chuckle and crow,

What! marry old Margery? no no, no!

While ho! ho! ho!

he will chuckle and crow,

What! marry old Margery? no, no, no!

W. H. Bellamy.

WHEN the sheep are in the fauld,

and the kye at hame,

And a' the warld to sleep are gane,

The waes o' my heart fa'

in showers frae my ee,

When my gudeman lies sound by me.

Young Jamie loo'd me weel,

and socht me for his bride;

But, saving a croun,

he had naething else beside.

To mak that croun a pund

young Jamie gaed to sea,

And the croun and the pund

were baith for me.

He hadna been awa a week but only twa,

When my mother she fell sick,

and the cow was stown awa;

My father brak his arm,

and young Jamie at the sea,

And auld Robin Gray cam' a courtin' me.

My father couldna work.

and my mother couldna spin;

I toiled day and nicht,

but their bread I couldna win;

Auld Rob maintain'd them baith,

and, wi' tears in his ee,

Said, "Jennie, for their sakes,

oh, marry me!"