LASSIE WI' THE LINTWHITE LOCKS. TUNE "Rothemurche's Rant." CHORUS. LASSIE wi' the lintwhite locks, Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And say thou❜lt be my dearie Of And when the welcome simmer showe When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O CHLORIS. O BONIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunts o' man; Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen All in its rude and prickly bower, That crimson rose how sweet and fair! The pathless wild, and wimpling burn, THE ROSE-BUD. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, Within the bush, her covert nest, She soon shall see her tender brood, So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair, So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, That watch'd thy early morning. THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY. CHORUS. BONIE lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go to the birks of Aberfeldy? Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie lassie, &c. While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit, on wanton wing, Bonie lassie, &c. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, Bonie lassie, &c. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flow'rs, While o'er the linns the burnie pours, And, rising, weets, wi' misty show'rs, The birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie lassie, &c. Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy. Bonie' lassie, &c THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE. TUNE "This is no my ain House." CHORUS. O THIS is no my ain lassie, 1 see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place, She's bonie, blooming, straight and tall, The kind love that's in her e'e. A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, It may escape the courtly sparks, |