Stane and mortar names; Lately used at C Christening Murray's crimes. Here's the worth and wisdor By a thievish midge They had been nearly lost. Here is Murray's fragments To get them aff his hands. Saw ye e'er sic troggin? Hornie's turning chapinan-- Frae the banks o' Dee; Wha wants troggin Let him come to me. BALLAD FOURTH. JOHN BUSHBY'S LAMENTATION. TUNE-The Babes in the Wood. 'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace and ninety-five, kite toad stone gnat off That year I was the wae'est man O' ony man alive. saddest any the close THE DUMFRIES VOLUNTEERS. DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Oh, let us not like snarling tykes The kettle o' the Kirk and State, Our fathers' bluid the kettle bought, IN TROTH the sacrilegious dog Shall fuel be to boil it. Fall de rall, &c. fellows dogs strange bludgeon must, wrongs mend tinker drive blood who would 300 How blest yo birds that round her sing, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair. Without my love, not a' the charms Though raging Winter rent the air; That I would tent and shelter there. Oh, sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin' sun's gane down upon; A fairer than's in yon town His setting beam ne'er shone upon. If angry Fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doomed to bear; But spare me-spare me, Lucy dear give would tend gone |