And, Betty, ye Spread your linen to bleach,
When that was done, where could you be?
Ha! lafs, I faw ye flip down the hedge,

And wanton Willy was following thee.

Ay, Jeany, Jeany, ye gade to the kirk;
But when it fkail'd, where cou'd thou be?
Ye came na hame till it was mirk,

They fay the kiffing clerk came wi' ye.
O filly laffie, what wilt thou do?

If thou grow great, they'll heez thee hie. Look to yourfell, if Jock prove true :

The clerk frae creepies will keep me free.

SONG.

Q

To the tune of, Laft time I came o'er the moor.

E blytheft lads, and laffes gay,

Hear what my fang difclofes.

As I ae morning fleeping lay
Upon a bank of rofes,

Young Jamie whisking o'er the mead,

By good luck chanc'd to fpy me : He took his bonnet aff his head, And faftly fat down by me.

Jamie tho' I right meikle priz'd,
Yet now I wadna ken him;
But with a frown my face difguis'd,
And ftrave away to fend him :
But fondly he ftill nearer preft,
And by my fide down lying,.
His beating heart thumped fae fast,
I thought the lad was dying.

But ftill refolving to deny,

And angry paffion feigning,

I aften roughly fhot him by,
With words full of difdaining,
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Poor

Poor Jamie bawk'd, nae favour wins,

Went aff much discontented

But I in truth for a' my

fins

Ne'er haff fae fair repented,

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But

But having nae tenants,
Jenny, Jenny,

To buy ought I ne'er have
A penny, quoth he.

The borrowftoun merchants
Will fell ye on tick,
For we maun hae braw things,
Abeit they foud break.

When broken, frae care
The fools are fet free,
When we make them lairds
In the Abbey, quoth fhe.

MY

The SOGER LADDIE.

foger laddie is over the fea,

And he will bring gold and money to me;
And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady,
My bleffing gang with my foger laddie,

My doughty laddie is hand fome and brave,
And can as a foger and lover behave ;
True to his country, to love he is steady,
There's few to compare with my foger laddie.

Shield him, ye angels, frae death in alarms,
Return him with laurels to my langing arms;
Syne frae all my care he'll pleasantly free me,
When back to my wishes my foger ye gie me.

foon may his honours bloom fair on his brow,
As quickly they muft, if he get his due :
For in noble actions his courage is ready,
Which makes me delight in my foger laddie.

The ARCEHRS March.

Ound, found the mufic, found it,

Let hills and dales rebound it :
Let hills and dales rebound it,
In praise of archery :

Its origin divine is,

The practice brave and fine is,
Which generously inclines us
To guard our liberty.

Art by the gods employed,
By which heroes enjoyed,

By which heroes enjoyed

The wreaths of victory.

The deity of Parnaffus,
The god of foft careffes,

Chafte Cynthia and her laffes,
Delight in archery.

See, fee yon bow extended!
'Tis Jove himself that bends it,
'Tis Jove himfelf that bends it,

O'er clouds on high it glows.
All nations, Turks and Parthians,
The Tartars and the Scythians,
The Arabs, Moors, and Indians,
With bravery draw their bows.

Our own true records tell us,
That none cou'd e'er excel us,
That none cou'd e'er excel us
In martial archery :
With fhafts our fires engaging,
Oppos'd the Romans raging,
Defeat the fierce Norvegian,

And spared few Danes to flee.

Witnefs

Largs, where the Norwegians, headed by their va liant King HACO, were, anno 1263, totally defeated by ALEXANDER III. King of Scots; the heroic ALEXANDER, great steward of Scotland, commanded the right wing.

Loncartie, near Perth, where King KENNETH III. obtained the victory over the Danes, which was principally owing to the valour and refolution of the first brave HAY, and his two fons.

Dunkel, here, and in Kyle, and on the banks of Tay, · our great King CORBREDUS GALDUS in three battles overthrew 30,000 Romans in the reign of the Emperor Domitian.

Aberlemny, four miles from Brechin, where King, MALCOM II. obtained a glorious victory over the united armies of Danes, Norwegians, and Cumbrians, &c. commanded by SUENO King of Denmark, and his warlike fon Prince CANUTE.

Roflin, about five miles fouth of Edinburgh, where 10,000 Scots, led by Sir John CUMIN and Sir SIMON FRASER, defeated in three battles in one day 30,000 of their enemies, anno 1303.

The battles of Bannockburn and Cheviot, &c. are fo well known, that they require no notes,

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