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* Busk ye then, busk, my bonnie, bonnie bride!

Busk, ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow! Busk

ye, and lo'e me on the banks of Tweed, And think nae mair on the braes of Yarrow!'

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“How can I busk, a bonnie, bonnie bride?

How can I busk, a winsome marrow? How lo'e him on the banks of Tweed

That slew my love on the braes of Yarrow!

*O Yarrow fields, may never, never rain

Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover! For there was basely slain my love

My love as he had not been a lover.


The boy put on his robes, his robes of green,

His purple vest-'twas my ain sewing: Ah, wretched me! I little, little knew

He was in these to meet his ruin!


'The boy took out his milk-white, milk-white steed,

Unheedful of my dule and sorrow; But ere the to-fall of the night

He lay a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.


"Much I rejoiced, that woeful, woeful day;

I sang, my voice the woods returning; But lang ere night the spear was flown

That slew my love and left me mourning.


•What can my barbarous, barbarous father do,

But with his cruel rage pursue me? My lover's blood is on thy spear;

How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?

My happy sisters may be, may be proud

With cruel and ungentle scoffin' May bid me seek, on Yarrow's braes,

My lover nailed in his coffin.

'My brother Douglas may upbraid,

And strive with threat'ning words to move me: My lover's blood is on thy spear,

How canst thou ever bid me love thee?


'Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of love!

With bridal sheets my body cover! Unbar, ye bridal maids, the door;

Let in the expected husband lover!

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‘But who the expected husband, husband is ?

His hands, methinks, are bathed in slaughter. Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon,

Comes in his pale shroud bleeding after?

'Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down;

O lay his cold head on my pillow: Take aff, take aff these bridal weeds,

And crown my careful head with willow.

'Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best beloved !

Oh! could my warmth to life restore thee, Ye'd lie all night between my breasts !

No youth lay ever there before thee.

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'Pale, pale indeed! O lovely, lovely youth!

Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; And lie all night between my breasts !

No youth shall ever lie there after.'

Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride!

Return, and dry thy useless sorrow! Thy lover heeds nought of thy sighs—

He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow."





I LO’ED ne'er a laddie but ane,
He lo'es na a lassie but me;
He's willing to mak' me his ain,

And his ain I am willing to be.
He coft' me a rokelayo o' blue,

And a pair o'mittens o' green;
He vowed that he'd ever be true,

And I plighted my troth yestreen.

Let ithers brag weel o' their gear,

Their land and their lordly degree;
I carena for aught but my dear,

For he's ilka thing lordly to me.
His words are sae sugared, sae sweet,

His sense drives ilk fear far awa';
I listen, puir fool, and I greet,

Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa'l

‘Dear lassie,' he cries wi' a jeer,

*Ne'er heed what the auld anes will say: Though we've little to brag o', ne'er fear,

What's gowd to a heart that is wae ?
Our laird has baith honours and wealth,

Yet see how he's dwining wi' care;
Now we, though we've naething but health,

Are cantie and leal' evermair.

'O Menie, the heart that is true

Has something mair costly than gear;
Ilk e'en it has naething to rue,

Ilk morn it has naething to fear.

2 Bought.


? A short cloak. 8 Possessions.

& Cheerful. ? Loyal.

· Pining.

Ye warldlings, gae hoard up your store,

And tremble for fear aught ye tyne ;*
Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door,

While here in my arms I lock mine !'

He ends wi' a kiss and a smile

Wae's me, can I tak’ it amiss?
My laddie's unpractised in guile,

He's free aye to daut' and to kiss.
Ye lasses wha' lo'e to torment

Your wooers wi' fause scorn and strife,
Play your pranks; I ha'e gi'en my consent,

And this night I am Jamie's for life.


• Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa';
Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw:
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me,
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me,
I'll hap' ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw:
Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me!
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.'

'Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa!
I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw;
Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye,
Ye may be a gutcher,' auld Donald, gae 'wa.
I'm gaun to meet Johnnie—he's young and he's bonnie;
He's been at Meg's bridal, fu' trigo and fu' braw:-
Oh, nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae tightly;
His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw.'

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'Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa’; Your Jock's but a gowk,' and has naething ava; The hale o' his pack he has now on his back:

He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa. 8 Loss. Pet. · Wrap: Grandfather. 3 Neat.

• Fine & Whole.

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Be frank now and kindly: I'll busk’ ye aye finely,
To kirk or to market there'll few gang sae braw;
A bien' house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in,
And flunkies to 'tend ye as aft as ye ca'.'

'My father's

aye tauld me, my mither an a', Ye'd mak' a gude husband, and keep me aye braw: It's true I lo'e Johnnie-he's gude and he's bonnie, But, wae's me! ye ken he has naething ava. I ha'e little tocher : you've made a good offer: I'm now mair than twenty-my time is but sma’; Sae, gi'e me your plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye, I thocht ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.'

She crap in ayont him, aside the stane wa'.
Where Johnnie was list'nin, and heard her tell a';
The day was appointed: his proud heart it dunted,10
And strack 'gainst his side as if bursting in twa.
He wandered hame weary: the night it was dreary;
And, thowless," he tint“ his gate 'mang the deep snaw:
The owlet was screamin'; while Johnnie cried, 'Women
Wad marry Auld Nick if he'd keep them aye braw!'





In Imitation of Alcaeus
What constitutes a State?
Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound,

Thick wall or moated gate,
Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned;

Not bays and broad-armed ports,
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride;

Not starred and spangled courts,


. Comfortable.

9 Dowry.

10 Throbbed violently, 11 Enfeebled. 12 Lost.

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