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My sister Kate cam up the gate .
Wi' crowdie unto me, man;
Frae Perth unto Dundee, man:
And so it goes you see, man.
They've lost some gallant gentlemen,
Amang the Highland clans, man: I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,
Or fallen in whiggish hands, man: Now wad ye sing this double fight, Some fell for wrang and some for right; But monie bade the world guid-night; Then ye may tell, how pell and mell, By red claymores, and muskets' knell, Wi' dying yell, the tories fell,
And whigs to hell did flee, man.
How chang'd were then the lightsome hours,
When beat my heart sae rarely, 0,
Misfortune skelpt me sairly, 0.-
I yielded to the fairlie, O.
That wyles our way sae drearie, O,
Smiles on me kind an' cheerie, 0;
If blest wi' thee, my dearie, o !
O woman, man's delight an' care!
The sweetest pride o' nature, 0,
Sits smilin' on ilk feature, O!
The chief o' warks will rate her, O!
I'LL AY CA' IN BY YON TOWN. I'll ay ca' in by yon town,
And by yon garden green again ; I'll ay ca' in by yon town,
And see my bonnie Jean again. There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess,
What brings me back the gate again, But she, my fairest faithfu' lass,
And stowlins we sall meet again,
She'll wander by the aiken-tree,
When trystin-time draws near again; And when her lovely form I see,
O haith, she's doubly dear again! I'll aye ca' in by yon town,
And by yon garden green again; I'll aye ca' in by yon town,
And see my bonnie Jean again,
GREEN GROW THE RASHES.
Green grow the rashes, 0;
Are spent among the lasses, O. There's nought but care on every han',
In every hour that passes, O:
Green grow, $ca
An' riches still may flee them, 0; And though at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, 8c.
My arms about my dearie, 0,
Green grow, &c. For you sae douse, wha sneer at this, .
Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0: The wisest man the warld e'er saw, He dearly loo'd the lasses, 0.
Green grow, fc.
Auld nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Green grow, fc.
THE DEIL CAM FIDDLING THRO' THE TOWN.
And danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman;
We'l dance, and sing, and rejoice man;
That danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman.
* At a meeting of his brother Excisemen in Dumfries, BURNS being called upon for a song, handed these verses extempore to the President, written on the back of a letter.
I hae gowd and gear, I hae land energh,
AULD ROBIN GRAY. When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the warld to sleep are gane; The waes of my heart fa' in show'rs frae my ee, When my gudeman lies sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his
bride; But saving a crown, he had naething beside: To mak that crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound were baith for me. He had nae been awa a week but only twa, When my mither she fell sick, and the cow was stown
awa; My father brake his arm, and my Jamie at the sea, And auld Robin Gray came a-courting me. My father coudna work, and my mither coudna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I coudna win: Auld Robin maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his
ee, Said, Jenny, for their sakes, O marry me.