I lov'd her fo, I could not leave But wedded, and conceal'd our crime; And now fhe thanks the happy time I Slighted love fair to bide. HAD a heart, but now I heartless gae ; I had a mind, but daily was opprest ; I love, I serve ane whom I much regard, Where shall I gang to hide my weary face? Let her do what she list, I cannot mend, but ftill depend, To purchase love, if love my love deserve ; If not for love, let love my body starve. O lady fair! whom I do honour most, Your name and fame within my breast I have; Let not my love and labour thus be lost, But still in mind I pray thee to engrave, That I am true, and fall not rue Ane word that I have faid: I am your man, do what you can, Then fave your ship unbroken on the fand, MY Soger Laddie. foger laddie is over the sea, And he will bring gold and money to me ; And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady, My bleffing gang wi' my foger laddie. My doughty laddie is handsome and brave, And can as a foger and lover behave; True to his country, to love he is steddy, Shield him, ye angels, frae death in alarms, O foon may his honours bloom fair on his brow, Which makes me delight in my foger laddie. W Tweed-Side. 'HAT beauties does FLORA disclose? How sweet are her fmiles upon Tweed? Yet MARY'S ftill sweeter than those ; Both nature and fancy exceed. Nor daify, nor sweet blushing rose, Nor all the gay flowers of the field, Nor Tweed gliding gently through those, Such beauty and pleasure does yield. The warblers are heard in the grove, Let us fee how the primroses spring; How does my love pass the long day? While happily she lyes asleep? 'Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell; She's faireft, where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray? Throw the Wood Laddie. SANDY, why leaves thou thy NELLY to mourn? When naething can please me : Now dowie I figh on the bank of the burn, Or throw the wood, laddie, until thou return. Tho' woods now are bonny and mornings are clear, And primroses fpringing; Yet nane of them pleases my eye or my ear, That I am forfaken, some spare not to tell ; Baith evening and morning : Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi' a knell, Then stay, my dear SANDY, nae langer away, Hafte here to thy marrow, Wha's living in langour till that happy day, When throw the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fing and play. A To danton me. LAS! when charming SYLVIA's gone, I'm pleas'd, yet grieve; and hope, yet fear. Ah! tell me, is not this call'd love? Ah me! what pow'r can move me fo? I fmile, I freeze, I pant, I burn : Ah no! 'tis love, 'tis now too plain, I feel, I feel the pleasing pain: But wish'd, and long'd, and was her prize? O let her be by me possest. Woe's my heart that we fhould funder. ITH broken words and downcast eyes, WITH Poor COLIN spoke his paffion tender; And, parting with his GRISY, cries, Ah! woe's my heart that we should funder. To others I am cold as fnow, But kindle with thine eyes like tinder; |