She has an ee-she has but ane, A clapper-tongue wad deave a miller: Her nose and chin they threaten itherSic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for her. She's bough-houghed, she's hein-shinned, I wadna gie a button for her. Auld baudrons by the ingle sits, She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; I wadna gie a button for her. eye, one two besides would, deafen each other breadth each shoulder cat, fire palm not so tidy wipes, mouth, cushion huge fists would dirty FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. TUNE-The Yellow-haired Laddie. FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, green fields birch Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, THE SMILING SPRING. TUNE-The Bonny Bell. THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, Now crystal clear are the falling waters, Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer, THE GALLANT WEAVER. TUNE-The Weavers' March. WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea, rolling By mony a flower and spreading tree, many There lives a lad, the lad for me, He is a gallant weaver. OI had wooers aucht or nine, My daddie signed my tocher-band, While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; eight gave afraid, be lost dowry-bond give summer R SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. TUNE-She's Fair and Fause. SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, I loed her meikle and lang; She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, A coof cam in wi' routh o' gear, Whae'er ye be that woman love, To this be never blind Nae ferlie 'tis though fickle she prove, A woman has't by kind. O woman, lovely woman fair! false loved, much go fool, abundance, wealth have lost world's go wonder An angel form's fa'n to thy share, "Twad been ower meikle to gien thee mairI mean an angel mind. 'twould, too, [given, more The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, winning loved next lose blessings so long, have world's much more muddy There Simmer first unfauld your robes, For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, As underneath their fragrant shade, The golden hours, on angel wings, summer, unfold longest birch For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, cold AULD ROB MORRIS. THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, But oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird, O had she but been of a lower degree, dwells choice gold, oxen one pasture eye must not death none gone alone, ghost would have describing DUNCAN GRAY. DUNCAN Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blithe Yule-night when we were fou', Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Looked asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan sighed baith out and in, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. came Christmas raised sideways, very disdainful made, aloof flattered (a rock in the Clyde) both wept, eyes both jumping |