PATIE and PEGGY.

PATIE.

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Y the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth,

And rowing eye which smiling tells the truth, I guefs, my laffic, that, as well as I,

You're made for love, and why should ye deny?

PEGGY.

But ken ye lad, gin we confefs o'er foon,
Ye think us cheap, and syne the wooing's done :
The maiden that o'er quickly tines her pow'r,
Like unripe fruit, will tafte but hard and four.

PATIE.

But when they hing o'er lang upon the tree,
Their sweetness they may tine, and fae may ye :
Red-cheeked you completely ripe appear,
And I have thol'd and woo'd a lang ha'f-year.

PEGGY.

Then dinna pu' me; gently thus I fa'
Into my Patie's arms for good and a';
But ftint your wishes to this frank embrace,
And mint nae farther till we've got the grace,

PATIE.

O charming armfu'! 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.

CHORUS.

Sun gallop down the weftlin fkies,
Gang foun to bed and quickly rife:

O laf

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.

The MILL, MILL-0.

ENEATH a green fhade I fand a fair maid,

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Was fleeping found and still-0;

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 stirr'dna my joy to fpill-0:
While kindly fhe flept, close to her I crept,
And kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill—O.

Oblig❜d by command in Flanders to land,
T'employ my courage and skill—O,

Frae her quietly I staw, hoist fails and awa’,
For the wind blew fair on the bill-O.

Twa years brought me hame, where loud-fraifing
Tald me with a voice right fhrill-0,

My lafs, like a fool, had mounted the ftool,
Nor kend wha had done her the ill-O.

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Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her arms,

I ferlying fpeer'd how the fell-0.

Wi' the tear in her eye, quoth fhe, Let me die,
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell-0.

Love gave the command, I took her by the hand,
And bade her a' fears expel-0,

And nae mair look wan, for I was the man

Wha had done her the deed mysell-O.

My

My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs,
Beneath the Shilling-hill-O,

If I did offence, l'fe make ye amends
Before I leave Peggy's mill-O,

O the mill, mill-0, and the kill, kill-O,
And the coggin of the wheel-0:
The Jack and the fieve, a' that ye maun leave,
And round with a fodger reel-0.

COLIN and GRISY parting.

Tune, Wo's my heart that we should funder. WITH broken words and downcaft eyes, Poor Colin fpoke 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 sunder.

Chain'd to thy charms, I cannot range,
No beauty new my love fhall hinder;
Nor time nor place shall ever change
My vows, tho' we're oblig'd to funder.

The image of thy graceful air,

And beauties which invite our wonder, Thy lively wit and prudence rare,

Shall ftill be prefent, tho' 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 tho' we funder.

Ye

Ye gods, take care of my dear lafs,

That as I leave her I may find her, When that blefs'd time shall come to país, We'll meet again, and never funder.

The GABERLUNZIE - MAN.

THE pawky auld carle came o'er the lee,
Wi' mony good e'ens and days to me,
Saying, Goodwife, for your courtifie
Will you lodge a filly poor man?
The night was cauld, the carle was wat,
And down ayont the ingle he fat;
My doughter's fhoulders he 'gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and fang.

O wow! quo' he, were I as free
As first when I faw this country,
How blyth and merry would I be !

And I would never think lang.
He grew canty, and fhe grew fain;
But little did her auld minny ken
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' the, 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. -
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Between

Between the twa was made a plot;
They raise a wee before the cock,
And wilily they shot the lock,

And faft to the bent are gane.
Up in the morn the auld wife raise,
And at her leisure put on her claife,
Syne to the fervants bed she gaes,

To speer 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 some to kists,
But nought was ftown that could be mift;
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, lass, and waken my bairn,

And bid her come quickly ben.

The fervant gaed where the doughter lay,

The sheets were cauld, fhe was away,

And faft to her goodwife did say,

She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man.

O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And hafte ye find thefe traitors again :
For the'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 fhe fit,

But ay fhe curs'd and the bann'd.

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