WILLIE BREWED A PECK O' MAUT.

O WILLIE brewed a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to pree:
Three blither hearts that lee-lang night,
Ye wad na find in Christendie.

We are na fou', we're nae that fou',
But just a drappie in our ee;
Thecock may craw, the day may daw,

And aye we'll taste the barley bree.

Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys, I trow, are we;
And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be!
It is the moon, I ken her horn,

That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wile us hame,
But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee!

malt came, taste live-long would not

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SONG.

AIR-Maggy Lauder

WHEN first I saw fair Jeanie's face,
I couldna tell what ailed me,
My heart went fluttering pit-a-pat,
My een they almost failed me.
She's aye sae neat, sae trim, sae tight,
All grace does round her hover,
Ae look deprived me o' my heart,
And I became a lover.

She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay,
She's aye so blithe and cheerie ;
She's aye sae bonny, blithe, and gay,
O gin I were her dearie!

Had I Dundas's whole estate,

Or Hopetoun's wealth to shine in:
Did warlike laurels crown my brow,
Or humbler bays entwining-
I'd lay them a' at Jeanie's feet,
Could I but hope to move her,

And prouder than a belted knight,
I'd be my Jeanie's lover.

She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay, &c.

But sair I fear some happier swain
Has gained sweet Jeanie's favour:

If so, may every bliss be hers,

Though I maun never have her. But gang she east, or gang she west, "Twixt Forth and Tweed all over,

While men have eyes, or ears, or taste,
She'll always find a lover.

She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay, &c.

MY LOVELY NANCY.

TUNE-The Quaker's Wife.

THINE am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Every pulse along my veins,
Every roving fancy.

To thy bosom lay my heart,

There to throb and languish :

Though despair had wrung its core,
That would heal its anguish.

Take away those rosy lips,

Rich with balmy treasure;

Turn away thine eyes of love,

Les I die with pleasure.

What is life when wanting love?
Night without a morning:
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.

TIBBIE DUNBAR.

TUNE-Johnny M'Gill.

O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, sweet Tibbie Dunbar ?

I carena thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I carena thy kin, sae high and sae lordly;
But say thou wilt hae me, for better for waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar!

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