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Sic fate e'er lang shall thee betide,
Tho' thou may gayly bloom a while;
ony common weed and vile. *
* The following are the old words of this song:
I do confess thou ’rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee;
That lips could speak, had power to move thee:
I do confess thou’rt sweet, yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
That kisseth every thing it meets.
The morning rose, that untouch'd stands,
Arm’d with her briars, how sweetly smells !
Her sweet no longer with her dwells;
Such fate, ere long, will thee betide,
When thou hast handled been awhile!
And I shall sigh, while some will smile,
THE SOGER LADDIE.
The first verse of this is old; the rest is by Ramsay.—The tune seems to be the same with a slow air, called Jacky Hume's Lament-or, The Hollin Buss-or, Ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
WHERE WAD BONIE ANNIE LIE.
The old name of this tune is—
Whare'll our Gudeman lie.
A silly old stanza of it runs thus
O whare'll our gudeman lie,
Gudeman lie, gudeman lie,
Till he shute o'er the simmer?
This song may be seen in Playford's Select Ayres, 1659, folio, under the title of a Song to a forsaken Mistresse.
It is also printed in Ellis's Specimens of the early English Poets, vol. iii. p. 395.
Up amang-the hen-bawks,
The hen-bawks, the hen-bawks,
Amang the rotten timmer.
I have seen an interlude acted at a wedding to this tune, called, The Wooing of the Maiden.These entertainments are now much worn out in this part of Scotland.---Two are still retained in Nithsdale, viz. Silly puir auld Glenae; and this one, The Wooing of the Maiden.
AS I CAM DOWN BY YON CASTLE WA'.
This is a very popular Ayrshire song.
As I cam down by yon castle wa',
And in by yon garden green,
But the flower-borders were us between.
A bonie bonie lassie she was,
For to have such a pretty bride as thee.
To have such a pretty bride as me!
Young man ye are sairly mista'en; Tho' ye were king o' fair Scotland,
I wad disdain to be your queen.
Talk not so very high, bonnie lass,
O talk not so very, very high ; The man at the fair that wad sell,
He maun learn at the man that wad buy.
I trust to climb a far higher tree,
And herry a far richer nest:
Humility wad set thee best.
0, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM.
Tune- The MOUDIEWORT.
This song is mine.
An' O, for ane and twenty, Tam!
An' hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam!
An' I saw ane and twenty, Tam!
They snool me sair, and haud me down,
And gar me look like Blundie,* Tam!
And then comes ane and twenty, Tam!
An O, for ane and twenty, Tam!
An' hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam! Pll learn
kin a rattlin sang,
*“ This looks just like Jock Blunt himsel."
This is commonly said of a person who is out of countenance at a disappointment.-Jamieson.