COUNTRY LASSIE. IN simmer when the hay was mawn, Its ye hae wooers mony ane, ken; A routhie butt, a routhie ben: There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen, It's plenty beets the luver's fire. For For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, He loes sae weel his craps and kye For Buskie-glen and a' his gear. O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught, But ay fu' han't is fechtin best, A hungry care's an unco care: But some will spend, and some will spare, Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair, O gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve, The gowd and siller canna buy: We may be poor Robie and I, Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy, FAIR FAIR ELIZA. A GAELIC AIR. TURN again thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart! Turn again thou fair Eliza; If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? ever, Wha for thine wad gladly die! VOL. IV. Y Not Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon; Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture THE THE POSIE. O LUVE will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen, Oluve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood sae green, And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer; And a to be a posie to my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its unchanging blue, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. |