Thine be ilka1 joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure! Ae fareweel, alas, forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE O, MY luve is like a red, red rose, As fair art thou, my bonie lass, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And fare thee weel, my only luve, THE BANKS O' DOON YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! 1 every. Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon To see the rose and woodbine twine, SCOTS, WHA HAE SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour: See approach proud Edward's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's King and Law Let him follow me! 1 stole. 1 sister. By Oppression's woes and pains, Lay the proud usurpers low! TAM GLEN My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie', To anger them a' is a pity; But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow If I maunna marry Tam Glen? There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller, "Guid-day to you,"-brute! he comes ben1. He brags and he blaws o' his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen? My minnie does constantly deave me, My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, 2 poverty. 3 shift. 5 deafen. Yestreen at the valentine's dealing, The last Halloween I was waukin 2 3 My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye kenHis likeness cam up the house staukin, And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen! Come counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry! 1 leap. AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And we'll tak a cup of kindness yet We twa hae run about the braes, 4 And pu'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd monie a weary fit Sin' auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl'd1 i' the burn But seas between us braid hae roar'd And there's a hand, my trusty fiere2, And gie's a hand o' thine, And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,3 For auld lang syne. For auld, &c. HIGHLAND MARY YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There summer first unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry! For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder. 1 paddled. 2 companion. ' draught. |