Then dinna pu' me; gently thus I fa'
Into my Patie's arms for good and a':
But flint your wishes to this frank embrace,
And mint nac farther till we've got the grace.
O charming armsfu'! hence, ye cares, away,
I'll kiss my treasure a' the live lang day:
A' night I'll dream my kiffes o'er again,
Till that day come that ye'll be a' my ain.
Sun, gallop down the weftlin fkies,
Gang foon to bed and quickly rife;
O lafh your feeds, poft time away,
And hafte about our bridal-day:
And if ye're weary'd, honeft light,
Sleep gin ye like a week that night.
Eneath a green fhade I fand a fair maid,
Was. fleeping found and still
A' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove
Around her with good-will-O:
Her bofom I prefs'd; but funk in her reft,
She ftirr❜dna my joy to fpill - 0:
While kindly fhe flept, close to her I crept,
And kifs'd, and kifs'd her my fill
Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,
T'employ my courage and skill
Frae her quietly I ftaw, hoift fails and awa',
For the wind blew fair on the bi!l
Twa years brought me hame, where loud-fraifing fame
Tald me with a voice right fhrill — O,
My lafs, like a fool, had mounted the ftool,
Nor kend wha had done her the ill-0.
Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her arms,
I ferlying fpeer'd how the fello.
Wi' the tear in her eye, quoth fhe, Let me die,
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell
Love gave the command, I took her by the hand,
And bade her a' fears expel
And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
Wha had done her deed myfell — 0.
My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs,
Beneath the Shilling-hill-O,
If I did offence, I'fe make ye amends
Before I leave Peggy's Mill .0.
·O, and the kill, kill-
And the coggin of the wheel 0:
The fack and the fieve, a' that ye maun leave,
Amd round with a fodger reel —O.
To the tune of, Wo's my heart that we should funder.
Ith broken words, and downcaft eyes,..
WI Poor Colin spoke his paffion tender:
And, parting with his Grify, cries,
Ah! wo's my heart that we should funder.
To others I am cold as fnow,
But kindle with thine eyes like tinder;
From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go:
It breaks my heart that we should funder.
Chain'd to thy charms, I cannot range,
No beauty new my love fhail hinder,
Nor time nor place fhall ever change
My vows, though we're oblig'd to funder.
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The image of thy graceful air,
And beauties which invite our wonder, Thy lively wit and prudence rare,
Shall ftill be prefent, though we funder.
Dear nymph, believe thy fwain in this,
You'll ne'er engage a heart that's kinder;
Then feal a promise with a kiss,
Always to love me though we funder.
Ye gods, take care of my dear lafs,
That as I leave her I may find her,
When that blefs'd time fhall come to pafs,
We'll meet again, and never funder.
HE pawky auld carl came o'er the lee,
Wi' many good c'ens and days to me,
Saying, Goodwife, for your courtefie,
Will you lodge a filly poor man?
The night was cauld, the carl was wat,
And down ayont the ingle he fat;
My daughter's fhoulders he 'gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and fang.
O wow! quo' he, were I as free
As firft when I faw this country,
How blyth and merry wad I be!
And I wad never think lang.
He
grew canty, and fhe grew
But little did her auld minny
What thir flee twa togither were fay’ng,
When wooing they were fae thrang.
And O! quo' he, an ye were as black As e'er the crown of my daddy's hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa' wi' me thou fhou'd gang.
And O! quo' fhe, an I were as white
As e'er the fnaw lay on the dike,
I'd clead me braw and lady-like,
And awa' with thee I wou'd gang.
Between the twa was made a plot;
They raise a wee before the cock,
And wilily they fhot the lock,
And faft to the bent are they gane,
Up in the morn the auld wife raife,
And at her leifure pat on her claife;
Syne to the fervants bed fhe.
gaes,
To fpeer for the filly poor man.
She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay,
The ftrae was cauld, he was away,
She clapt her hand, cry'd, Waladay,
For fome of our gear will be gane.
Some ran to coffers, and fome to kifts,
But nought was flown that cou'd be mist;
She danc'd her lane, cry'd, Praise be bleft,
I have lodg'd a leal poor man.
Since naething's awa', as we can learn,
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn,
Gae but the house, lafs, and waken my bairn,
And bid her come quickly ben.
The fervant gaed where the daughter lay,
The fheets were cauld, fhe was away,
And faft to her goodwife did fay,
She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man.
O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And hafte ye find thefe traitors again;
For fhe's be burnt, and he's be flain,
The wearifu' Gaberlunzie-man.
Some rade upo' horfe, fome ran a fit,
The wife was wood, and out o' her wit:
She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd she fit,
fhe curs'd and the bann'd,
Mean time far hind out o'er the lee,
Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane cou'd fee,
The twa, with kindly sport and glee,
Cut frae a new cheese a whang:
The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith,
To lo'e her for ay,
he gae her his aith.
Quo' fhe, to leave thee I will be laith,
My winfome Gaberlunzie-man.
O kend my minny I were wi' you,
Il-fardly wad fhe crook her mou',.
Sic a poor man fhe'd never trow,
After the Gaberlunzie-man.
My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young,
And hae na learn'd the beggar's tongue,
To follow me frae town to town,
And carry the Gaberlunzie on.
Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread,
And spindles and whorles for them wha need,,
Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,
To carry the Gaberlunzie on.
I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout o'er my eye,
A cripple or blind they will ca' me,
While we fhall be merry and fing.
To the tune of, Where fhall our goodman lie?
Here wad bonny Annie lie?
Alane nae mair ye maun lie;
Wad ye a goodman try?
Is that the thing ye're lacking!.
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