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There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,

Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,

It's plenty beets the luver's fire.

III.
For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,

I dinna care a single flee;
He loes sae weel his craps and kye,

He has nae luve to spare for me :
But blythe's the blink o' Robie's e'e,

And weel I wat he loes me dear : Ae blink o' him I wad na gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.

IV.
O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught,

The canniest gate, the strife is sair
But ay fu' han't is fechtin best,

A hungry care's an unco care : But some will spend, and some will spare,

An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will ; Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,

Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.

V. 0

gear will buy me rigs o' land,

And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve,

The gowd and siller canna buy. We may

be

poor, my Rob and I, Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy,

What mair hae queens upon a throne?

SONG XLVIII.

TURN AGAIN, THOU FAIR ELIZA.

AIR.—THE BONNY BRUCKET LASSIE.

I.
Turn again, thou fair Eliza,

Ae kind blink before we part,
Rew on thy despairing lover !

Canst thou break his faithfu' heart! Turn again, thou fair Eliza;

If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence

Under friendship's kind disguise !

II.
Thee, dear maid, hae I offended ?

The offence is loving thee:
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,

Wha for thine wad gladly die !

While the life beats in my bosom, ,

Thou shalt mix in ilka throe: Turn again, thou lovely maiden,

Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

III.
Not the bee upon the blossom,

In the pride o' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet in the moment

Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture

That thy presence gi'es to me.

SONG XLIX.

O LUVE WILL VENTURE IN, &c.

AIR-TWEEDSIDE.

I.

O LUVE will venture in where it dare na weel be

seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been ; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood

sae green,
And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.

II. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms

without a peer ; And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

my dear,

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