For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, For Buskie-glen and a' his gear. O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; A hungry care's an unco care: spare, But some will spend, and some will gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve, We 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 Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? 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. Y Not Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon; Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture 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. The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, 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. THE |