Cum me ambiebas,

Videri folebas

Amoris negotiis aptus;

At factus maritus,

In lecto fopitus,

Somno es, haud amore, tu captus.

O fleepy body,

And drowfy body,

wiltuna waken and turn thee:

To drivel and draunt,

While I figh and gaunt,

Gives me good reason to scorn thee.

When thou shouldft be kind,

Thou turns fleepy and blind, And fnoters and fnores far frae me.

Wae light on thy face,

Thy drowfy embrace

Is enough to gar me betray thee.

General LESLY's March to Longmar

M

Arch, march,

fton Moor.

Why the d- do ye na march?

Stand to your arms, my lads,

Fight in good order,

Front about, ye musketeers all,

Till ye come to the English border,

Stand till't, and fight like men,
True gofpel to maintain,

The parliament blyth to fee us a' coming.
When to the kirk we come,

We'll purge it ilka room,

Frae Popish relics and a' fic innovations,
That a' the warld may fee,

There's nane i' the right but we,

Of the auld Scottish nation.

Jeany

Jenny fhall wear the hood,
Jocky the fark of GOD;
And the kift fou of whistles,
That make fic a cleiro,
Our pipers braw,
Shall hae them a',
Whate'er come on it,

Bufk up your plaids, my lads,
Cock up your bonnets.
March, march, &c.

SONG.

To the tune of, I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.

A

H E.

Z.

Dieu, for a while, my native green plains, My nearest relations, and neighbouring swains, Dear Nelly, frae thefe I'd ftart eafily free, Were minutes not ages, while abfent frae thee.

SHE.

Then tell me the reason thou does not obey
The pleadings of love, but thus hurries away;
Alake, thou deceiver, o'er plainly I fee,
A lover fae roving will never mind me.

The reafon unhappy, is owing to fate
That gave me a being without an estate,
Which lays a neceffity now upon me,
To purchase a fortune for pleasure to thee.

SHE.

Small fortune may ferve where love has the fway, Then, Johny, be counfel'd na langer to ftray; For while thou proves conftant in kindness to me, Contented I'll ay find a treafure in thee.

H E.

O ceafe, my dear charmer, elfe foon I'll betray A weakness unmanly, and quickly give way

To

To fondness which may prove a ruin to thee,
A pain to us baith, and dishonour to me.

Bear witness, ye ftreams, and witnefs, ye flowers, Bear witness. ye watchful invifible powers, If ever my heart be unfaithful to thee, May naithing propitious e'er smile upon me.

B

SONG.

To the tune of,

ufk ye, bufk ye, my bonny bride;

Bufk ye, bufk ye, my bonny marrow;

Bufk ye, bulk ye, my bonny bride,

Bulk and go to the braes of Yarrow;
There will we fport and gather dew,

Dancing while laverocks fing the morning:
There learn frae turtles to prove true;
O Bell, ne'er vex me with thy fcorning.

To weftlin breezes Flora yields,

And when the beams are kindly warming,
Blythness appears o'er all the fields,

And nature looks mair fresh and charming.
Learn frae the burns that trace the mead,
Tho' on their banks the roses bloffom,
Yet haftilie they flow to Tweed,

And pour their sweetness in his bofom.

Hafte

ye, hafte

ye, my bonny Bell,

Hafte to my arms, and there I'll guard thee, With free confent my fears repel,

I'll with my love and care reward thee. Thus fang I faftly to my fair,

0

Who rais'd my hopes with kind relenting.
queen of fmiles, I afk na mair,
Since now my bonny Bell's confenting.
VOL. II.

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Corr

Corn-riggs are bonny.

Y Patie is a lover gay,

ΜΥ

His mind is never muddy,

His breath is fweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy.

His fhape is handfome, middle fize;
He's ftately in his wawking;
The fhining of his een furprife;
"Tis heaven to hear him tawking.

Laft night I met him on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing,
There mony a kindly word he fpake,
That fet my heart a-glowing.
He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine,
And loo'd me beft of ony;
That gars me like to fing finfyne,
O corn-riggs are bonny.

Let maidens of a filly mind

Refufe what maift they're wanting,
Since we for yielding are defign'd,
We chaftely fhould be granting;
Then I'll comply, and marry Pate,
And fyne my cockernony
He's free to touzle air or late,
Where corn-riggs are bonny,