316 Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I may I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. go wont another one dawn, [weeping not, would [have money dont load have, so THE WEARY PUND O' TOW. TUNE-The Weary Pund o' Tow. I think my wife will end her life I bought my wife a stane o' lint As guid as e'er did grow; And a' that she has made o' that, There sat a bottle in a bole, And aye she took the tither souk, Quoth I, for shame, ye dirty dame, At last her feet-I sang to see't- GANE IS THE DAY. TUNE-Guidwife, count the Lawin. GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, gone, dark want reckoning cupful more MY COLLIER LADDIE. TUNE-The Collier Laddie. WHERE live ye, my bonnie lass? My name, she says, is Mistress Jean, See you not yon hills and dales, The sun shines on sae brawlie! They a' are mine, and they shall be thine, Ye shall gang in gay attire, And ane to wait on every hand, Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie. Though ye had a' the sun shines on, And the earth conceals sae lowly; I wad turn my back on you and it a' And embrace my Collier Laddie. cal go dressed so one would What is right and what is wrang, by the law, by the law? What is right and what is wrang by the law? A short sword and a lang, A weak arm, and a strang For to draw. What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar? What makes heroic strife famed afar? What makes heroic strife? To whet th' assassin's knife, Or haunt a parent's life Wi' bluidie war. Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state; Then let your schemes alone in the state; Then let your schemes alone, Adore the rising sun, And leave a man undone To his fate. LADY MARY ANN. TUNE-Craigton's Growing. OH, Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle wa'; O father! O father! an ye think it fit, And that will let them ken he's to marry yet. faulte must wrong long strong bloody wall ball if Lady Mary Ann was a flower i' the dew, For the lily in the bud will be bonnier yet. 819 longer oak straight boast The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green, gone away For my bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA. TUNE-O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie. O KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie ! And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord Success to Kenmure's band, Willie ! Success to Kenmure's band; There's no a heart that fears a Whig That rides by Kenmure's hand. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willio Here's Kenmure's health in wine; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie ! O Kenmure's lads are men; Their hearts and swords are metal true-- And that their faes shall ken. They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie Here's him that's far awa, Willie ! And here's the flower that I love best The rose that's like the snaw! away foes know SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION TUNE-A Parcel of Rogues in a Nation. FAREWELL to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel even to the Scottish name, Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands, To mark where England's province stands- What force or guile could not subdue But English gold has been our bane-- O would, ere I had seen the day We're bought and sold for English gold- THE CARLES OF DYSART. TUNE-Hey, ca' through. UP wi' the carles o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, Hey, ca' through, ca' through, We hae tales to tell, And we hae sangs to sing; We hae pennies to spend, We'll live a' our days, rups men gossipe much have And them that come behin', Let them do the like, And spend the gear they win, wealth THE SLAVE'S LAMENT. IT was in Sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia, O; Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more. |