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For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
I dinna care a single flie;
He lo'es 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 lo'es me dear:
Ae blink o' him I wad nae gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.

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:

spare,

But some will spend, and some will
An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will;
Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.

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gear will buy me rigs o' land,

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

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The gowd and siller canna buy: may be poor-Robie and I, Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy, What mair hae queens upon a throne?

FAIR ELIZA.

A GAELIC AIR.

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!

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.

VOL. IV.

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Not

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 on his e'e,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture
That thy presence gies to me.

THE

THE POSIE.

OLUVE will venture in, where it daur 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.

The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer;

And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,

For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its unchanging

blue,

-Anda' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

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The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there;
The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air,

And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller grey,

Where, like an aged man, it stands at break oʻ day,

But the songster's nest within the bush I winną tak away;

And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star

is near,

And the diamond draps o' dew shall be her een sae clear;

The violet's for modesty which weel she fa's to wear,

And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o luve,

And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above,

That to my latest draught o' life the band shall

ne'er remuve,

And this will be a posie to my ain dear May.

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