And ilka bird sang o' its luve, SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD. Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Cou'd stown a clue wi' ony bodie; I wad na gie a button for her. She has an e'e, she has but ane, A clapper tongue wad deave a miller; Her nose and chin they threaten ither; She's bow-hough'd, she's hein-shinn'd, Auld baudrans by the ingle sits, An' wi' her loof her face a washin;. But Willie's wife is nae sae trig, She dights her grunzie wi' a husbion Her walie nieves like midden-creels, I wad na gie à button for her. GLOOMY DECEMBER. Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE. Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee? By the treasure of my soul, And that's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie, Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me. SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. She's fair and fause that causes my smart, She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear, Sae let the bonnie lass gang. Whae'er ye be that woman love, O woman, lovely woman fair! AFTON WATER. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream, BONNIE BELL. The smiling spring comes in rejoicing, Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonnie blue are the sunny skies; Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The ev❜ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning, The flow'ry spring leads sunny summer, THE GALLANT WEAVER. Where Cart rins rowin to the sea, Oh I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; While bees delight in opening flowers; While corn grows green in simmer showers, LOUIS WHAT RECK I BY THEE, Louis, what reck I by thee, Or Geordie on his ocean: * In some editions sailor is substituted for weaver. |