I've seen the day ye butter'd my brose,
And cuddl'd me late and earlie, O;
But downa do 's come o'er me now,
And, oh, I find it sairly, O!

MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY.

My Harry was a gallant gay,

Fu' stately strade he on the plain !
But now he's banish'd far away,
I'll never see him back again.

O for him back again!

O for him back again!
I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land,
For Highland Harry back again.

When a' the lave gae to their bed,
I wander dowie up the glen;
I sit me down and greet my fill,
And aye I wish him back again.

O were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain,
Then I might see the joyfu' sight,
My Highland Harry back again!

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TIBBIE DUNBAR.

O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar ?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly:
But say thou wilt hae me for better for waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

WEE WILLIE,

WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;

Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket :
The rose upon the briar will be him trews and doublet,
The rose upon the briar will be him trews and doublet!
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;

Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat;
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet,
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet.

CRAIGIE-BURN-WOOD.

BEYOND thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee!
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep,
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.

Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood,
And blythely awakens the morrow;

But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.

I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But pleasure they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.

I canna tell, I maun na tell,
I dare na for your anger;

But secret love will break my heart
If I conceal it langer.

I see thee gracefu', straight and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonnie;
But oh, what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy Johnnie!

To see thee in anither's arms,
In love to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish.

But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say thou lo'es nane before me;
An' a' my days o' life to come,
I'll gratefully adore thee.

HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN WATER!

ALTHO' my back be at the wa',
And tho' he be the fautor ;
Altho' my back be at the wa',
Yet, here's his health in water!
O! wae gae by his wanton sides,
Sae brawlie he could flatter;
Till for his sake I'm slighted sair,

And dree the kintra clatter.
But tho' my back be at the wa',

And tho' he be the fautor;
But tho' my back be at the wa',

Yet, here's his health in water!

AS DOWN THE BURN THEY TOOK THEIR WAY.

As down the burn they took their way,

And thro' the flowery dale;

His cheek to hers he aft did lay,

And love was aye the tale.

With 'Mary, when shall we return,
Sic pleasure to renew?'

Quoth Mary, 'Love, I like the burn,
And aye shall follow you.'

ΙΟ

LADY ONLIE.

A' THE lads o' Thornie-bank,

When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,
They'll step in an' tak' a pint

Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Ladie Onlie, honest Lucky,

Brews good ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,
The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean,
I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,

Brews gude ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,

The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

ΙΟ

AS I WAS A WANDERING.

As I was a wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin',
The pipers and youngsters were making their game;
Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover,

Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again.

Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him;
I may be distress'd, but I winna complain ;

I flatter my fancy I may get anither,

My heart it shall never be broken for ane.

I could na get sleeping till dawin' for greetin',

The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain; 10
Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken,
For, oh love forsaken 's a tormenting pain.

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Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller,

I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow

Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.

Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him, I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;

I flatter my fancy I may get anither,

My heart it shall never be broken for ane.

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BANNOCKS C' BARLEY.

BANNOCKS o' bear meal,

Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the Highlandman's

Bannocks o' barley.

Wha in a brulzie

Will first cry a parley?
Never the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley.

Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley;
Wha in his wae-days
Were loyal to Charlie?
Wha but the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley.

AWA, WHIGS.

AWA, Whigs, awa!

Awa, Whigs, awa!

Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae good at a'.