The scented birk and hawthorn white The sun blinks kindly in the biel', On lofty aiks the cushats wail,. O wha wad leave this humble state, COUNTRY LASSIE. In summer when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka fieid, While claver blooms white o'er the lea, And roses blaw in ilka bield; Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel, Its ye hae wooers mony ane, And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken; Then wait a wee, and cannie wale, A routhie butt, a routhie ben: There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen, It's plenty beets the luver's fire. For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen, Ae blink o' him I wad nae gie For Buskie-glen and a' his gear. O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; A hungry care's an unco care: But some will spend, and some will spare, An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will; Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair, Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill O, gear will buy me rigs o' land, FAIR ELIZA. A GAELIC AIR. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza ; If to love thy heart denies, Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon ; Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, THE POSIE.. O LUVE will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen, green, rove, amang And a' to put a posie-to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer; And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its unchanging blue, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there; The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air, The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller grey, Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day, But the songster's nest within the bush I winna tak away; And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, And the diamond-draps o' dew shall be her een sae clear; The violet's for modesty which weel she fa's to wear, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve, And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above, That to my latest draught o' life the band shall ne'er remuve, And this will be a posie to my ain dear May. THE BANKS O' DOON. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, |