'Mang broomy knowes the shepherd goes,
While sportive lambkins round him play.
Enraptur'd now I take my way,

While joy enlivens a' the scene;
Down by yon shaded stream I stray,
To meet an' hail my bonnie Jean.

Ye Kellburn groves, by spring attir'd,
Where zephyrs sport amang the flow'rs,
Your fairy scenes I've aft admir'd,

While jocund pass'd the sunnie hours.
But doubly happy in your bow'rs,
When fragrance scents the dewy e'en,
I wander whare your streamlet pours,
To meet an' hail my bonnie Jean.

Let grandeur rear her lofty dome,
Let mad ambition kingdoms spoil,
Thro' foreign lands let av'rice roam,
An' for her prize unceasing toil;
Give me fair nature's vernal smile,
The shelter'd grove, and daisied green,
I'll happy tread my native soil,

To meet an' hail my bonnie Jean.

WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH.

'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flow'rs bloom'd, and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo'd his dear.
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay,
Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay:

The lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd,
Na, na, it winna do;

I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

Jockie was a wag that never wad wed,
Tho' lang he had follow'd the lass;
Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread,
And merrily turn'd up the grass.

Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily,

Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry'd,
Na, na, it winna do ;

I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

But when he vow'd he wad mak her his bride,
Tho' his flocks and herds were not few,
She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside,
And vow'd she'd for ever be true.
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily;

At kirk she nae mair frowning cry'd,
Na, na, it winna do,

I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

LAST TIME I CAME O'ER THE MUIR.

THE last time I came o'er the muir,
I left my love behind me:
Ye pow'rs! what pain do I endure,
When soft ideas mind me.
Soon as the ruddy morn display'd
The beaming day ensuing,
I met betimes my lovely maid,
In fit retreats for wooing.

Beneath the cooling shade we lay,
Gazing and chastely sporting;
We kiss'd and promis'd time away
Till night spread her black curtain:

I pitied all beneath the skies,
Ev'n kings, when she was nigh me;
In raptures I beheld her eyes,
Which could but ill deny me.

Should I be call'd where cannons roar,
Where mortal steel may wound me;
Or cast upon some foreign shore,
Where dangers may surround me;
Yet hopes again to see my love,
To feast on glowing kisses,
Shall make my care at distance move,
In prospect of such blisses.

In all my soul there's not one place
To let a rival enter;
Since she excels in ev'ry grace,
In her my love shall centre.
Sooner the seas shall cease to flow,
Their waves the Alps shall cover;
On Greenland's ice shall roses grow,
Before I cease to love her.

The next time I gang o'er the muir,
She shall a lover find me;
And that my faith is firm and pure,
Though I left her behind me.
Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain
My heart to her fair bosom;
There, while my being does remain,

My love more fresh shall blossom.

"RAMSAY found the first line of this song, which had been preserved as the title of the charming air, and then composed the rest of the verses to suit that line. This has always a finer effect than composing English words, or words with an idea foreign to the spirit of the old title. Where old titles of songs convey any idea at all, it will generally be found to be quite in the spirit of the air."

THIS IS NO MINE AIN LASSIE.
TUNE-" This is no mine ain House."
O this is no mine ain lassie,
Fair though the lassie be;
O weel ken I mine ain lassie,
Kind love is in her ee.

I see a form, I see a face,

Ye weel may wi' the fairest place:
It wants, to me, the witching grace,
The kind love that's in her ee.
O this is no, &c.

She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And ay it charms my very saul,

The kind love that's in her ee.
O this is no, &c.

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink, by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lovers' een,
When kind love is in the ee..
O this is no, &c.

It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clarks;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in the ee.
O this is no, &c.

SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN.

THE night her silent sable wore,
And gloomy were the skies;
Of glitt ring stars appear'd no more,
Than those in Nelly's eyes.

When to her father's door I came, Where I had often been,

I begg❜d my fair, my lovely dame,
To rise and let me in,

But she, with accents all divine,
Did my fond suit reprove,
And while she chid my rash design,
She but inflam'd my love.
Her beauty oft had pleas'd before,
While her bright eyes did roll;
But virtue only had the pow'r
To charm my very soul.

Then who would cruelly deceive,
Or from such beauty part?
I lov'd her so, I could not leave
The charmer of my heart.
My eager fondness I obey'd,
Resolv'd she should be mine,
Till Hymen to my arms convey'd
My treasure so divine.

Now happy in my Nelly's love,
Transporting is my joy;
No greater blessing can I prove,
So blest a man am I:
For beauty may a while retain
The conquer'd, fluttering heart,
But virtue only is the chain,
Holds, never to depart.

THE LASS OF PATIE'S MILL.

THE lass of Patie's mill,

So bonnie, blythe, and gay,

In spite of all my skill,

Hath stole my heart away.
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