III.

Let lazy great ones of the town
Drink night away,

And fleep all day, Jelenu i vor

Till gouty, gouty they are grown;
Our daily works fuch vigour give,
That nightly sports we oft revive,
And kifs our dames

With ftronger flames

Than any prince alive : Then we'll tofs off our bowls,

To true love and honour,

To all kind loving girls,

And the lord of the manor.

WATTY and MADGE.

In imitation of WILLIAM and MARGARET.

I.

"When all began to gaunt,
Was at the fhining mid-day hour,
That hunger rugg'd at Watty's breaft,
And the poor lad grew faint.

II.

So wad the fafteft face appear

Of the maist dreffy fpark,

And fuch the hands that lords wad hae,
Were they kept clofe at wark.

IV.

His head was like a heathery bush

Beneath his bonnet blew,
On his braid cheeks, frae lug to lug,
His bairdy briftles grew.

Bat

V.

But hunger, like a gnawing worm,
Gade rumbling thro' his kyte,
And nothing now but folid gear
Cou'd give his heart delyte.

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He to the kitchen ran with speed,
To his lov'd Madge he ran,
Sunk down into the chimney-nook
With visage four and wan.

VII.

Get up, he cries, my crishy love,
Support my finking faul

With fomething that is fit to chew,
Be't either het or caul.

VIII.

This is the how and hungry hour,
When the best cures for grief!
Are cogue-fous of the lythy kail,
And a good junt of beef.

Bethink thee, Watty, on that night,
When all were fast asleep,

How ye kifs'd me frae cheek to cheek,
Now leave these cheeks to dreep.

XI.

How cou'd ye ca' my hurdies fat,
And comfort of your fight?

How cou'd you roofe my dimpled hand,
Now all my dimples flight?

Why

XII.

Why did you promise me a fnood,
To bind my locks fae brown?
Why did you me fine garters height,
Yet let my hofe fa' down?

XIII.

O faithlefs Watty, think how aft
I ment your farks and hofe !

For you how mony bannocks ftown,
How mony cogues of brofe!

But hark!

XIV.

the kail-bell rings, and I

Maun link aff the pot;
gae
Come fee, ye hash, how fair I fweat,
To ftegh your guts, ye fot.

XV.

The grace was said, the master ferv'd,
Fat Madge return'd again,
Blyth Watty raise and rax'd himfell,
And fidg'd he was fae fain.

XVI.

He hy'd him to the favoury bench,
Where a warm haggies stood,
And gart his gooly through the bag

Let out its fat heart's blood.

XVII.

And thrice he cry'd, Come eat, dear Madge,

Of this delicious fare;

Syne claw'd it aff moft cleverly,

Till he could eat nae mair.

CELIA in a Jeffamine Bower.

7 Hen the bright god of day
Drove weftward his ray,

WH

And the evening was charming and clear,

The fwallows amain

Nimbly fkim o'er the plain,

And our fhadows like giants appear.

In

In a jeffamine bower,

II.

When the bean was in flower, And zephyrs breath'd odours around, Lov'd Celia fhe fat

With her fong and spinet,

And she charm'd all the grove with her found.

III.

Rofy bowers the fung,

Whilft the harmony rung,

And the birds they all flutt'ring arrive,

The induftrious bees,

From the flowers and trees,

Gently hum with their sweets to their hive.

O ye mortals beware
How ye venture too near,
Love doubly is armed to wound;
Your fate you can't shun,

For you're furely undone,

If you rafhly approach near the found.

Were not my Heart light, I wad die.

T

I.

Here was anes a May, and the loo'd na men, She biggit her bonny bower down in yon glen, But now the crys dool! and a well-a-day! Come down the green gate, and come here away. But now fhe crys docl! &c.

When

II.

When bonny young Johny came o'er the sea,
He faid he faw naething fae lovely as me ;
He heght me baith rings and mony braw things;
And were na my heart light, I wad die.

He had a wee titty that loo'd na me,
Because I was twice as bonny as fhe;

She rais'd fuch a pother 'twixt him and his mother,
That were na my heart light, I wad die.

She rais'd, &c.

IV.

The day it was fet, and the bridal to be,
The wife took a dwam, and lay down to die;
She main'd and fhe grain'd out of dolour and pain,
Till he vow'd he never wad fee me again.

She main'd, &c.

V.

His kin was for ane of a higher degree,
Said, What had he to do with the like of me?
Albeit I was bonny, I was na for Johny ;.
And were na my heart light, I wad die.

Albeit I was, &c.

VI.

They faid, I had neither cow nor ca'f,
Nor dribles of drink rins throw the draff,
Nor pickles of meal rins throw the mill-eye;
And were na my heart light, I wad die.
Nor pickles of, &c.

VII.

His titty she was baith wylie and flee,
She fpy'd me as I came o'er the lee ;

And then fhe ran in and made a loud din ;
Believe your ain een, an ye trow na me.
And then fhe, &c.

VIII.

His bonnet flood ay fou round on his brow,
His auld ane looks ay as well as fome's new:
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