JAMIE, COME TRY ME. JAMIE, come try me; Jamie, come try me; If thou should ask my love, If thou would win my love, If thou should kiss me, love, If thou would be my love, AWA', WHIGS, AWA'! TUNE-Awa', Whigs, awa'. The second and last stanzas only are by Burns; the rest is from an old Jacobite song. CHORUS. AWA', Whigs, awa'! Awa', Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae good at a'. Our thrissles flourished fresh and fair, Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust Deil blin' them wi' the stour o't; dust Our sad decay in Church and State The Whigs came o'er us for a curse, Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap, hare WHERE HAE YE BEEN? TUNE-Killiecrankie. "The chorus of this song is old; the rest of it was written by Burns." STENHOUSE. WHARE hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O? pranked Oh, whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? Ye wad na been sae cantie, O; I fought at land, I fought at sea; On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O. On the braes o' Killiecrankie, Q. merry ditch blow kite CA' THE EWES TO THE KNOWES. The verses within brackets are old, with only a few touches of improvement by Burns. CA' the ewes to the knowes, arive Ca' them where the heather grows, rolls My bonny dearie. As I gaed down the water-side, He rowed me sweetly in his plaid, Will ye gang down the water-side, [Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet, If ye but stand to what ye've said, rolled calf meander While waters wimple to the sea, FOR A THAT, AND A' THAT. THOUGH Women's minds, like winter winds, For a' that, and a' that, And twice as mickle's a' that, YOUNG JOCKEY. TUNE- Young Jockey. "The whole of [this song], excepting three or four lines, is the production of Burns." - STENHOUSE. YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad In a' our town or here awa': Fu' blithe he whistled at the gaud, He roosed my e'en, sae bonny blue, plough praised He roosed my waist, sae genty sma'; elegantly And aye my heart came to my mou', When ne'er a body heard or saw. My Jockey toils upon the plain, Through wind and weet, through frost and snaw, And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain, When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'. And aye the night comes round again, When in his arms he takes me a'; And aye he vows he'll be my ain, As lang's he has a breath to draw. move |