THE BANKS O' DOON. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, Departed never to return, Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause luver stole my rose, But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me. SIC SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD. WILLIE Wastle dwalt on Tweed, Cou'd stown a clue wi' ony bodie; He had a wife was dour and din, O Tinkler Madgie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie had, She has an e'e, she has but ane, The cat has twa the very colour; Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump, A clapper tongue wad deave a miller; A whiskin beard about her mou, Her nose and chin they threaten ither; She's She's bow-hough'd, she's hein shinn'd, Auld baudrans by the ingle sits, An' wi' her loof her face a washin; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig, She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; Her walie nieves like midden-creels, Her face wad fyle the Logan-water; Sic a wife as Willie had, I wad na gie a button for her. GLOOMY GLOOMY DECEMBER, ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, Oh! ne'er to meet mair, Fond lovers parting is sweet painful pleasure, Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever, Is anguish unmingl'd and agony pure. gone; Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE, WILT thou be my dearie ; When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer me; By the treasure of my soul, And that's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Only thou, I swear and vow, Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: If it winna, canna be, Trusting that thou lo'es me. Trusting that thou lo'es me. SHE'S |