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I dighted ay her een sae blue,
And bann'd the cruel randy;
And weel I wat her willing mou'
Was e'en like sugar-candy.
A gloamin-shot it was I trow,
I lighted on the Monday;

But I came through the Tysday's dew,
To wanton Willie's brandy.

HEE BALOU.1

TUNE-"THE HIGHLAND BALOU."

HEE ablou! my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o' the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton chief
Wha got my young Highland thief.
Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie,2
An' thou live, thou'll steal a naigie :3
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a Carlisle Cow.

Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder :^
Herry the louns o' the laigh countree,
Syne to the Highlands hame to me.

HER DADDIE FORBAD.

TUNE "JUMPIN' JOHN."

HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;
Forbidden she wadna be:

She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd
Wad taste sae bitterlie.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie ;

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie.

A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,
And thretty gude shillins and three;
A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,
The lass with the bonnie black e'e.

1 A child's lullaby.

2 Neck. 6 Then.

3 Horse. • Succeed.

7 Believe it.

5 Plunder.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John

Beguiled the bonnie lassie;

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie.

HERE'S TO THY HEALTH, MY BONNIE LASS.

TUNE-" LAGGAN BURN.”

HERE'S to thy health, my bonnie lass,
Gude night, and joy be wi' thee;
I'll come nae mair to thy bower door,
To tell thee that I lo'e thee.
O dinna think, my pretty pink,

But I can live without thee:
I vow and swear I dinna care
How lang ye look about ye.

Thou'rt aye sae free informing me
Thou hast nae mind to marry;
I'll be as free informing thee
Nae time hae I to tarry.
I ken thy friends try ilka means,
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
Depending on some higher chance-
But fortune may betray thee.

I ken they scorn my low estate,
But that does never grieve me;
But I'm as free as any he,

Sma' siller will relieve me.

I count my health my greatest wealth,
Sae lang as I'll enjoy it :

I'll fear nae scant, I'll bode nae want,
As lang's I get employment.

But far-aff fowls hae feathers fair,
And aye until ye try them:

Tho' they seem fair, still have a care,

They may prove waur than I am.

But at twal at night, when the moon shines bright,

My dear, I'll come and see thee;

For the man that lo'es his mistress weel,
Nae travel makes him weary.

HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER.

TUNE "THE DUSTY MILLER."

HEY, the dusty miller,
And his dusty coat;
He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat.
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss

That I got frae the miller.

Hey, the dusty miller,
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck.
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty miller.

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I COFT a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a wat2 to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo,
I lo'e him best of ony yet.

The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,
The tailor staw the lynin o't.

For though his locks be lyart gray,3
And tho' his brow be beld aboon;
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
The pride of a' the parishen.

The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,

The tailor staw the lynin o't.

"The little of this song to which antiquity lays claim, is so trifling that the whole may be said to be the work of Burns. The tenderness of Johnnie's wife can only be fully felt by those who know that hause-lock wool is the softest and finest of the fleece, and is shorn from the throats of sheep in the summer heat."-A. Cunningham.

2 An outer garment.

3 Mingled with gray.

THE JOYFUL WIDOWER.

TUNE-" MAGGY LAUDER."

I MARRIED with a scolding wife
The fourteenth of November;
She made me weary of my life,
By one unruly member.
Long did I bear the heavy yoke,
And many griefs attended;
But, to my comfort be it spoke,
Now, now her life is ended.

We lived full one-and-twenty years,
A man and wife together;

At length from me her course she steer'd,
And gone I know not whither:
Would I could guess, I do profess,
I speak, and do not flatter,
Of all the women in the world,
I never could come at her.

Her body is bestowed well,

A handsome grave does hide her;
But sure her soul is not in hell,

The deil would ne'er abide her.

I rather think she is aloft,

And imitating thunder;

For why, methinks I hear her voice
Tearing the clouds asunder.

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IN coming by the brig1 o' Dye,
At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
As day was dawin in the sky,

We drank a health to bonnie Mary.
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary,
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary;
Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie,
Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.

1 Bridge.

The

Her een sae bright, her brow sae white,
Her haffet' locks as brown's a berry,
An' aye they dimpled wi' a smile
rosy cheeks o' bonnie Mary.
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary,
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary;
Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie
Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.

We lap an' danced the lee-lang day,
Till piper lads were wae an' weary,
But Charlie gat the spring to pay
For kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary,
Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary;
Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie
Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.

THE FAREWELL.

TUNE-"IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING."

It was a' for our rightfu' King,
We left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' King,
We e'er saw Irish land,
My dear,-

We e'er saw Irish land.

Now a' is done that men can do,
And a' is done in vain ;

My love and native land farewell,
For I maun cross the main,
My dear,-

For I maun cross the main.

He turn'd him right, and round about,
Upon the Irish shore;

And gae

his bridle-reins a shake,

With adieu for evermore,

My dear,

With adieu for evermore.

1 By the side of the head.

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