Spare my love, thou feath'ry fnaw, When the shades of evening creep CAULD IS THE E’ENIN BLAST. C AULD is the e'enin blaft O' Boreas o'er the pool, And dawin it is dreary, When birks are bare at Yule. O cauld blaws the e'enin blaft When bitter bites the froft, And in the mirk and dreary drift Ne'er fae murky blew the night That drifted o'er the hill, But bonie Peg-a-Ramfey Gat grift to her mill. THERE WAS A BONIE LASS. HERE was a bonie lafs, TH And a bonie, bonie lass, And the lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; Till war's loud alarms Tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' monie a figh and a tear. Over fea, over shore, Where the cannons loudly roar; He still was a stranger to fear: Or his bofom affail, But the bonie lafs he lo'ed fae dear. E e THERE'S NEWS, LASSES, NEWS. T HERE'S news, laffes, news, Gude news I've to tell, There's a boatfu' o' lads Come to our town to fell. CHORUS. The wean wants a cradle, . Father, quo' fhe, Mither, quo' fhe, Do what ye can, I'll no gang to my bed Till I get a man. The wean, &c. I hae as gude a craft rig As made o' yird and stane; And waly fa' the ley-crap For I maun till'd again. The wean, &c. O THAT I HAD NE'ER BEEN MARRIED. CORRECTED BY R. BURNS. THAT I had ne'er been married, Now I've gotten wife and bairns, CHORUS. Ance crowdie, twice crowdie, Three times crowdie in a day; Gin ye crowdie ony mair, Ye'll crowdie a' my meal away. ADDED BY BURNS. Waefu' Want and Hunger fley me, Glowrin by the hallan en'; Sair I fecht them at the door, But ay I'm eerie they come ben. Ance crowdie, &c. . O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. CHORUS. O Mally's meek, Mally's fweet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, A S I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet, But O the road was very hard, For that fair maiden's tender feet. It were mair meet, that those fine feet up in filken fhoon, Were weel lac'd And twere more fit that she should fit, Within yon chariot gilt aboon. Mally's meek, &c. Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck, And her two eyes like ftars in skies, Would keep a finking fhip frae wreck. Mally's meek, &c. |