For a' that we can do or fay 'Gainst love, nae thinker heeds us, They ken our bofoms lodge the fae That by the heartstrings leads us. To the tune of Leith Wynd W1 JENNY. ERE I affur'd you'll conftant prove, The easy maid, befet with love, Few words will quickly gain; Has lang, a black-fole true to thee, Wish'd to be pair'd with thine. ROGER. I'm happy now, oh ! let my Upon thy breast recline; head The pleasure strikes me near hand dead; Is JENNY then fae kind! O let me brifs thee to my heart, To the tune of O'er Bogie. WE ́EEL, I agree, ye're fure of me; Make him content to give consent, For you have what he wad be at, Since parents auld think love grows cauld, Shou'd he deny, I care na by, He'd contradict in vain, Tho' a' my kin had faid and fworn, Then never range nor learn to change, And if ye prove faithful in love, To the tune of Wat ye wha I met yestreen. WOW from rufticity and love, Whose flames but over lowly burn, My gentle shepherd must be drove, His foul must take another turn: As the rough diamond from the mine, Till polishing has made it shine; Thus learning makes the genius bright. To the tune of Kirk wad let me be. UTY and part of reason, DU Plead ftrong on the parent's fide, The strongest must be obey'd; To the tune of Tweedfide. HEN hope was quite funk in despair, WH My heart it was going to break; And my foul keep him ever in fight. With patience I'll wait the long year, To lock thee for ay in thofe arms. To a height is becoming thy wife. For beauty that's only skin-deep, Can quench the fair fire of love, If virtue's ingrain'd in the wife, And the husband have sense to approve. To the tune of The Bufh aboon Traquair. T fetting day, and rifing morn, AT With foul that ftill fhall love thee, I'll ask of Heaven thy safe return, With all that can improve thee. Where first thou kindly told me To all our haunts I will repair, By green-wood fhaw, or fountain, THE Bonny grey-eyed morn. HE bony grey-ey'd morn begins to peep, And darkness flies before the rising ray, The hearty hynd starts from his lazy sleep, To follow healthful labours of the day : Without a guilty fting to wrinkle his brow, The lark and the linnet tend his levee, And he joins their concert, driving his plow, From toil of grimace and pageantry free. While flufter'd with wine, or madden'd with lofs Wishing for calmness and flumber in vain ; Be my portion health, and quietness of mind, Plac'd at due distance from parties and state, Where neither ambition, nor avarice blind, Reach him who has happiness link'd to his fate. Sweet ANNIE frae the sea beach came. S" WEET ANNIE frae the fea-beach came, Where Jocky speel'd the veffel's fide Ah! wha can keep their heart at hame, When Jocky's toft aboon the tyde : Far aff to distant realms he gangs, Yet I'll be true as he has been; And when ilk lass about him thrangs, ; |