Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie

To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie

[lan'! To sell her poor Jenny for siller and

e'enin',

He's always compleenin' frae mornin to [lang; He hoasts and he hirples the weary day He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen, [man! Oh, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen,

Oh, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,

I never can please him, do a' that I can ; He's peevish and jealous of a the young fellows:

Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an old man ; He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows:

Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heartbreak him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.

I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart-break him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.

The Bonnie Wee Thing.
TUNE-Bonnie wee thing.

BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.
Wishfully I look and languish,

In that bonnie face o' thine;
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,
In ane constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty,

Goddess o' this soul o' mine! Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine!

Lovely Davies.

TUNE-Miss Muir.

O How shall I, unskilfu', try
The poet's occupation,
The tunefu' powers, in happy hours,
That whispers inspiration?
Even they maun dare an effort mair
Or they rehearse, in equal verse,
Than aught they ever gave us,

The charms o' lovely Davies.

Each eye it cheers, when she appears,
Like Phoebus in the morning,
When past the shower, and ev'ry flower
The garden is adorning.

As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore,
When winter-bound the wave is
Sae droops our heart when we maun part
;
Frae charming lovely Davies.

Her smile's a gift, frae 'boon the lift,

That maks us mair than princes;
A scepter'd hand, a king's command,
Is in her darting glances;

The man in arms, 'gainst female charms,
Even he her willing slave is;
He hugs his chain, and owns the reign
Of conquering, lovely Davies.

My muse to dream of such a theme,
Her feeble powers surrender;
The eagle's gaze alone surveys
The sun's meridian splendour:
I wad in vain essay the strain,
The deed too daring brave is
I'll drap the lyre, and mute admire
The charms o' lovely Davies.

;

Oh, for anc-and-twenty, Tam.

TUNE-The Moudiewort.

CHORUS.

AND oh, for ane-and-twenty, Tam,
And hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam,
I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang

An' I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam.
They snool me sair, and haud me down,
And gar me look like bluntie, Tam!
But three short years will soon wheel roun'-
And then comes ane-and-twenty, Tam.
A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear,

Was left me by my auntie, Tam; At kith or kin I need na spier,

An' I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam; But hear'st thou, laddie-there's my loofI'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam.

It's ye hae wooers mony ane,

And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken;
Then wait a wee, and cannie wale
A routhie butt, a routhie ben:
There's Johnnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;
Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,

It's plenty feeds the luver's fire.”
"For Johnnie o' the Buskie-glen,
I dinna care a single flie;
He loes sae weel his craps and kye,
He has nae luve to spare for me:
But blythe's the blink o' Robie's ee,
And, weel I wat, he loes me dear :
Ane blink o' him I wad na gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear."
"Oh thoughtless lassie, life's a faught;
The canniest gate, the strife is sair ;
But aye fou han't is fechtin best,

And hungry care's an unco care:
But some will spend, and some will spare,
And wilfu' folk maun hae their will;
Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill."

"Oh, gear will buy me rigs o' land,

And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve The gowd and siller canna buy;

We

be

may poor-Robie and I,

Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy— What mair hae queens upon a throne ?”

Turn again thon Fair Eliza, (343)

TURN again, thou fair Eliza,

Ane kind blink before we part,
Rue on thy despairing lover!
Canst thou break his faithfu' heart?
Turn again, thou fair Eliza ;

If to love thy heart denies,
For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!
Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?

The offence is loving thee :
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,
Wha for thine wad gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe;
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ane sweet smile on me bestow.
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon;

Not the poet in the moment
Fancy lightens on his ee,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture
That thy presence gies to me.

Willie Wastle. (344)

TUNE-The Eight Men of Moidart. WILLIE Wastle dwalt on Tweed,

The spot they called it Linkum-doddie: Willie was a wabster guid,

Cou'd stown a clew wi' ony bodie.
He had a wife was dour and din,
Oh Tinkler Madgie was her mither.
Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na gie a button for her.
She has an ce—she has but ane,

The cat has twa the very colour: Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,

A clapper tongue wad deave a miller; A whiskin' beard about her mou',

Her nose and chin they threaten ither.Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na gie a button for her. She's bough-hough'd, she's hein-shinn'd, Ane limpin' leg a hand-breed shorter; She's twisted right, she's twisted left, To balance fair in ilka quarter: She has a hump upon her breast, The twin o' that upon her shouther. Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na gie a button for her, Auld baudrons by the ingle sits,

And wi' her loof her face a-washin'; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,

She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; Her walie nieves like midden-creels, Her face wad fyle the Logan-Water. Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na gie a button for her.

Such a parrel of Rogues in a Nation.

TUNE—A parcel of rogues in a nation. FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,

Fareweel our ancient glory,
Fareweel even to the Scottish name,

Sae fam'd in martial story.
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands.
And Tweed rins to the ocean,

To mark where England's province stands:-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,

Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitors' wages.

Drumossie moor-Drumossie day-
A waefu' day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,

My father dear, and brethren three.
Their winding sheet the bluidy clay,

Their graves are growing green to see: And by them lies the dearest lad

That ever blest a woman's ee! Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,

A bluidy man I trow thou be; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.

A red, red Rase. (347)
TUNE-Graham's Strathspey.
OH, my luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh, my luve's like the melodie,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I :
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Lonis what rrrk S by thee. TUNE-Louis, what reck I by thee. LOUIS, what reck I by thee,

Or Geordie on his ocean?

Dyvor, beggar louns to mereign in Jeanie's bosom.

Let her crown my love her law, And in her breast enthrone me: Kings and nations- swith, awa! Reif randies, I disown ye!

The Exriseman. (348) TUNE-The deil cam fiddling through the town.

THE deil cam fiddling through the town,
And danced awa wi' the Exciseman,
And ilka wife cries-"Auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o' the prize man!”

The deil's awa, the deil's awa,

The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman ; He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa,

He's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman!

We'll mak our maut, we'll brew our drink,
We'll dance, and sing, and rejoice, man;
And mony braw thanks to the meikle black
deil

That danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman.
The deil's awa, the deil's awa,

The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa,

He's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman. There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,

There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man; But the ae best dance e'er cam to the land Was the deil's awa wi' the Exciseman. The deil's awa, the deil's awa,

The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa,
He's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman.

Somebody!

TUNE-For the sake of somebody. My heart is sair-I dare na tellMy heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night For the sake of somebody.

Oh-ho, for somebody!

Oh-hey, for somebody!

I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody!

Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
Oh, sweetly smile on somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,

And send me safe my somebody.
Oh-ho, for somebody!
Oh-hey, for somebody!

I wad do-what wad I not!
For the sake o' somebody!

I'll aye ra'in by yon Town.

TUNE-I'll gae nae mair to yon town.

I'LL aye ca' in by yon town,

And by yon garden green, again;

I'll aye ca' in by yon town,

And see my bonnie Jean again.

There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess, What brings me back the gate again,

But she, my fairest faithfu' lass,

And stownlins we sall meet again;