But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, But thought I might hae waur offers. But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or lefs, The de'il tak' his tafte to gae near her! He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guefs ye how the jad! I could bear her, could bear her, Guefs ye how the jad! I could bear her. But a' the niest week as I petted wi' care, But owre my left shouther I ga'e him a blink, Leeft neebours might fay I was faucy: My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink, And vow'd I was his dear laffie, dear laffie, And vow'd I was his dear laffie. F I fpier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, If she had recover'd her hearing; And how her new fhoon fit her auld fhachl't feet; But heavens! how he fell a-fwearing, a fwearing, But heavens! how he fell a-fwearing. He begged for gude-fake! I wad be his wife, Or else I wad kill him with forrow: So e'en to preserve the poor body in life, I think I maun wed him-to-morrow, to morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow. O WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN. Air.-"WE'LL GANG NAE MAIR TO YON TOWN." WAT ye wha's in yon town, Ye fee the ev'ning fun upon? The faireft maid's in yon town And welcome in the blooming year! And doubly welcome be the spring, The fun blinks blythe on yon town, But my delight in yon town, And dearest joy, is Lucy fair. Without my love, not a' the charms And welcome Lapland's dreary sky. And she, a lovely little flower That I would tent and shelter there. O fweet is the in yon town Yon finking fun's gane down upon; A fairer than's in yon town, If His fetting beam ne'er fhone upon. And suffering I am doom'd to bear, But spare me, fpare me Lucy dear. And while life's dearest blood is warm, Ae thought frae her shall ne'er depart; For fhe, as fairest is her form, She has the trueft, kindest heart. IN SIMMER WHEN THE HAY WAS MAWN. Air.-" JOHN, COME KISS ME NOW." N fimmer when the hay was mawn, IN And corn wav'd green in ilka field, Says, I'll be wed come o't what will, It's ye ha'e wooers mony ane, And laffie ye're but young, ye ken; |