There's nane fhall dare by deed or word. 'Gainft her to wag a tongue or finger, While I can wield my trufty fword,

Or frae my fide whifk out a whinger.. O my bonny, &c.

The mountains clad with purple bloom,
And berries ripe, invite my treafure
To range with me; let great fowk gloom,
While wealth and pride confound their pleasure..
O my bonny, bonny bigbland lassie,

My lovely fmiling highland laffie,
May never care make thee lefs fair,

But bloom of youth ftill bless my laffie.

His fuit I ill deny'd,

He kifs'd, and I comply'd:
Sae Jocky promis'd me,
That he wad faithful be..

I'm glad when Jocky comes,
Sad when he gangs away;
"Tis night when Jocky glooms,
But when he smiles 'tis day.
When our eyes meet, I pant,
I colour, figh, and faint;
What lafs that wad be kind,
Can better tell her mind ?

Had away from me, DONALD.

Come away, come away,

Come away wi' me, Jenny;

Sic frowns I canna bear frae ane.

Whafe fmiles ånes ravish'd me, Jenny;
If you'll be kind, you'll never find
That ought fall alter me, Jenny ;
For you're the miftrefs of my mind,
Whate'er you think of me, Jenny.

First when your fweets enflav'd my heart,
You feem'd to favour me, Jenny;
But now, alas! you act a part

That speaks unconflancy, Jenny ;
Unconftancy is fic a vice,

"Tis not befitting thee, Jenny; It fuits not with your virtue nice To carry fae to me, Jenny.

Her ANSWER..

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Had away, had away,

O Had away frae me, Donald ;

Your heart is made o'er large for ane,
It is not meet for me, Donald :

Some

Some fickle mistress you may find
Will jilt as fast as thee, Donald;
To ilka fwain fhe will prove kind,

And nae lefs kind to thee, Donald.

But I've a heart that's naething fuch,
"Tis fill'd with honesty, Donald;
I'll ne'er love money, I'll love much,
I hate all levity, Donald.

Therefore nae mair, with art, pretend
Your heart is chain'd to mine, Donald;
For words of falfehood I'll defend,
A roving love like thine, Donald.

First when you courted, I must own
I frankly favour'd you, Donald;
Apparent worth and fair renown
Made me believe you true, Donald.
Ilk virtue then feem'd to adorn

The man efteem'd by me, Donald;
But now, the mafk fallen aff, I fcorn
To ware a thought on thee, Donald.

away,

And now, for ever, had
Had away from me, Donald;
Gae feek a heart that's like your ain,
And come nae mair to me, Donald;
For I'll referve myfell for ane,

For ane that's liker me, Donald;

If fic a ane I canna find,

I'll ne'er loo man, nor thee, Donald..

DONALD.

Then I'm thy man, and falfe report -
Has only tald a lie, Jenny;

To try thy truth, and make us fport,
The tale was rais'd by me, Jenny.

JENNY.

When this ye prove, and still can love,
Then come away to me, Donald;
I'm well content, ne'er to repent
That I have fil'd on thee, Donald.

Todlen

W

Todlen butt, and todlen ben.

7 Hen I've a faxpence under my thumb,
Then I'll get credit in ilka town:
But ay when I'm poor they bid me gang by ;
O! poverty parts good company.
Todlen hame, todlen hame,

Coudna my loove come todlen bame ?

Fair fa' the goodwife, and fend her good fale, She gi'es us white bannocks to drink her ale, Syne if that her tippony chance to be sma', We'll tak a good fcour o't, and ca't awa'. Todlen hame, todlen hame,

As round as a neep come todlen hame.

My kimmer and I lay down to fleep,
And twa pint-ftoups at our bed's feet;
And ay when we waken'd, we drank them dry
What think ye of my wee kimmer and I?

Todlen butt, and todlen ben,

Sae round as my loove comes todlen hame.

Leez me on liquor, my todlen dow,

Ye're ay fae good-humour'd when weeting your mou
When fober, fae four, ye'll fight with a fice,

That 'tis a blyth fight to the bairns and me.
When todlen hame, todlen hame,

When round as a neep ye come todlen hame.

The Auld Man's beft Argument.

To the tune of, Widow, are ye wawkin?;

Wha's that at my chamber-door?
"Fair widow, are ye wawking ?"

Auld carl, your fuit give o'er,
Your love lies a' in tawking.

Z..

Gi'e me a lad that's young and tight,

Sweet like an April meadow; "Tis fic as he can blefs the fight And bofom of a widow.

"O widow, wilt thou let me in,
"I'm pawky, wife, and thrifty,
"And come of a right gentle kin,
"I'm little mair than fifty.".
Daft carl, dit your mouth,
What fignifies how pawky,

Or gentle born ye be, bot youth ?
In love you're but a gawky.

"Then, widow, let thefe guineas fpeak,
"That powerfully plead clinkan,
"And if they fail, my mouth I'll fteek,
"And nae mair love will think on."
Thefe court indeed, I
maun confefs,
I think they make you young, Sir,
And ten times better can exprefs
Affection, than your tongue, Sir.

'T

The peremptor Lover.

To the tune of, John Anderson, my jo.

Is not your beauty, nor your wit,
That can my heart obtain;

For they cou'd never conquer yet,
Either my breaft or brain:
For if you'll not prove kind to me,
And true as heretofore,

Henceforth I'll fcorn your flave to be,
Or doat upon you more.

Think not my fancy to o'ercome,
By proving thus unkind;

No fmoothed fight, nor fmiling frown,
Can fatisfy my mind.

Pray