Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
O braw lads of Galla Water:
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

And follow my love through the water.

AE fair her hair, fae brent her brow,

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Sae bonie blue her een, my dearie;

Sae white her teeth, fae fweet her mou',
The mair I kifs fhe's ay my dearie.

O'er

yon bank and o'er yon brae, O'er yon mofs amang the heather;

I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

And follow my love through the water.

Down amang the broom, the broom,

Down amang the broom, my dearie, The laffie loft a filken fnood,

That coft her mony a blirt and bleary.

Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
O braw lads of Galla Water:

I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

And follow my love through the water.

THE LADDIES BY THE BANKS O'

NITH.

Tune.-" UP AND WAUR THEM A', WILLIE."

HE Laddies by the banks o' Nith

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Wad truft his Grace wi' a', Jamie; But he'll fair them, as he fair'd the King, Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie.

Up and waur them a', Jamie,
Up and waur them a';

The Johnstones hae the guidin o't,
Ye turncoat Whigs awa!

The day he stude his country's friend,
Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie;

Or frae puir man a blessin wan,
That day the Duke ne'er faw, Jamie.

But wha is he, his Country's boast ?
Like him there is na twa, Jamie;
There's no a callant tents the kye,
But kens o' Wefterha', Jamie.

To end the wark here's Whistlebirk,
Lang may his whistle blaw, Jamie;
And Maxwell true, o' fterling blue;
And we'll be Johnstones a', Jamie.

DAMON AND SYLVIA.

Tune. "THE TITHER MORN, AS I FORLORN."

ON wand'ring rill, that marks the hill,

YON

And glances o'er the brae, Sir:

Slides by a bower where monie a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir.

There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay :

To love they thought nae crime, Sir; The wild-birds fang, the echoes rang, While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.

THENIEL MENZIE'S BONIE MARY.

Tune "THE RUFFIAN'S RANT."

N coming by the brig o' Dye,

IN

At Darlet we a blink did tarry;

As day was dawin in the sky

We drank a health to bonie Mary.

CHORUS.

Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary,

Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary;

Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie,
Kiffin' Theniel's bonie Mary.

Her een fae bright, her brow fae white,
Her haffet locks as brown's a berry,
An' ay they dimpled wi' a fmile

The rofy cheeks o' bonie Mary.

Theniel Menzie's, &c.

We lap an' danced the lee-lang day,
Till piper lads were wae and weary,
But Charlie gat the spring to pay
For kiffin' Theniel's bonie Mary.

Theniel Menzie's, &c.

WOMEN'S

MINDS.

[Another sett, in The Folly Beggars, at page 92, Posthumous vol.]

Tune." FOR A' THAT."

HO' women's minds like winter winds

TH

May shift and turn, and a' that,

The nobleft breast adores them maist,
A confequence I draw that.

CHORUS.

Far a' that, and a' that,

And twice as meikle's a' that,
The bonie lass that I loe best

She'll be my ain for a' that.