Oh Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
Jeanie's feldom dry,
She draigl❜t a' her petticotie,
Comin through the rye.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin through the rye,
Gin a body kifs a body,
Need a body cry.
O Jenny's a' weet, &c.
Gin a body meet a body
Comin through the glen;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the warld ken!
Oh Jenny's a' weet, &c,
Kiffin is the key o' love,
And clappin is the lock,
And makin o's the best thing
That e'er a young thing got.
Oh Jenny's a' weet, &c.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry.
Ilka body has a body,
Ne'er a ane hae I;
But a' the lads they loe me weel,
And what the war am I.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin frac the well;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body tell.
Ilka body has a body,
Ne'er a ane hae 1,
But a' the lads they loe me weel,
And what the war am I.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin frae the town;
Gin a body kifs a body,
Need a body gloom.
Ilka Jenny has her Jockey,
Ne'er a ane hae I,
But a' the lads they loe me weel,
And what the war am I.
COME under my plaidy, the night's gaun to fa'; "Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the fnaw; "Come under my plaidy, and lie down befide me;" "There's room in't, dear laffie! believe me, for twa.
"Come under my plaidy, and lie down befide me,
"I'll hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blaft that will blaw:
"O come under my plaidy, and lie down beside me,
"There's room in't dear laffie! believe me, for twa.
Gae 'wa wi' your plaidy! auld Donald, gae 'wa!
I fear na' the cauld blaft, the drift, nor the fna':
Gae 'wa wi' your plaidy! I'll no lie befide ye;
Ye might be my gutchard; auld Donald, gae 'wa!
I'm gaun to meet Johnny, he's young and he's bonny;
He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou braw!
O there's nane dance fae lightly, fae gracefu', fae tightly,
His checks are like rofes, his brow's like the fnaw.
"Dear MARION let that flee ftick faft to the wa';
"Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava';
"The hale o' his pack, he has now on his back;
"He's thretty, and I'm but threefcore and twa!
"Be frank now and kindly: I'll bufk you ay finely;
"At kirk or at market they'll nane gang fae bra';
"A bein houfe to bide in, a chaife for to ride in,
And flunkies to tend ye as fast as ye ca'.”
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My father's ay tell'd me, my mither and a', 'Ye'd mak' a gude husband, and keep me ay braw'; It's true I lo'e Johnny, he's gude and he's bonny, • But waes me! I ken he has naething ava!
I hae little tocher; you've made a gude offer; 'I'm now mair than twenty; my time is but sma"! 'Sae gi'e me your plaidy; I'll creep in beside ye, 'I thought ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa!'
She crap in ayont him, befide the ftane wa',
Whar Johnny was lift'ning, and heard her tell a'!
The day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted,
And ftrack 'gainst his fide as if bursting in twa.
He wander'd hame weary, the night it was dreary!
And thowlefs, he tint his gate deep 'nang the fna';
The howlet was screaming, while Johnny cried, "Women
Wad marry the devil, wad he keep them bra'."
O the deel's in the laffes! fae fond to gang bra',
They'll lie down wi' auld men o' rOUR-SCORE and Twa;
The hale o' this marriage, is gowd and a carriage;
Plain LUVE is the cauldest blaft now that can bla'!
Yet dotards be wary, tak' tent wha ye marry;
Young wives in their coaches will whip and will ca';
Till they'll meet wi' fome Johnny, that's youthfu' and bonny,
And he'll gi'e ye horns on ilk haflit to claw! -
FOR England, when, with fav'ring gale,
Our gallant fhip up channel steer'd,----
And, fcudding under easy fail,
The high blue western land appear'd;
To heave the lead the feaman fprung,
And to the Pilot cheerly fung,
"By the Deep-NINE!"
And, bearing up-to gain the port,
Some well-known object kept in view;
An Abbey-tow'r, an Harbour-fort,
Or Beacon, to the vessel true:
While oft the lead the feaman flung,
And to the Pilot cheerly fung,
"By the Mark-SEVEN!"
And, as the much-lov'd fhore we near-
With transport we beheld the roof,
Where dwelt a friend, or partner dear,
Of faith and love a matchlefs proof!
The lead once more the feaman flung,
And to the watchful Pilot fung,
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