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Willie and Nelly

When purple morning starts the hare
To steal upon her early fare;

Then thro' the dews he maun repair-
The Gard❜ner wi' his paidle.

When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
He flies to her arms he lo'es best,

The Gard'ner wi' his paidle.

On a bank of flowers on a summer day,
For summer lightly drest,
The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,
With love and sleep opprest;

When Willie, wand'ring thro' the wood,

Who for her favour oft had sued;

He gaz'd, he wish'd,

He fear'd, he blush'd,

And trembled where he stood.

Her closed eyes, like weapons


Were seal'd in soft repose;
Her lip, still as she fragrant breath'd,
It richer dyed the rose;
The springing lilies, sweetly prest,
Wild-wanton kissed her rival breast:
He gaz'd, he wish'd,

He fear'd, he blush'd,

His bosom ill at rest.

Her robes light-waving in the breeze,

Her tender limbs embrace;
Her lovely form, her native ease,
All harmony and grace;

Tumultuous tides his pulses roll,
A faltering, ardent kiss he stole ;
He gaz'd, he wish'd,

He fear'd, he blush'd,

And sigh'd his very soul.

As flies the partridge from the brake,
On fear-inspired wings,
So Nelly starting, half-awake,

Away affrighted springs;

But Willie follow'd—as he should,
He overtook her in the wood;
He vow'd, he pray'd,

He found the maid

Forgiving all and good.


YOUNG Jockie was the blythest lad,
In a' our town or here awa;
Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud,
Fu' lightly danc'd he in the ha'.

He roos'd my een sae bonie blue,

He roos'd my waist sae genty sma' ; An' aye my heart cam to my mou', When ne'er a body heard or saw.

My Jockie toils upon the plain,

Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and


And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,

When Jockie's owsen hameward ca'.

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THE Thames flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.
When shall I see that honour'd land,
That winding stream I love so dear!
Must wayward Fortune's adverse hand
For ever, ever keep me here!
How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,

Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom;
And sweetly spread thy sloping dales,

Where lambkins wanton through the broom.
Tho' wandering now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!

Chorus.-Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

Ir thou should ask my love,
Could I deny thee?
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me!

Jamie, come try me, &c.

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My Sandy gied to me a ring,
Was a' beset wi' diamonds fine ;
But I gied him a far better thing,
I gied my heart in pledge o' his ring.
Chorus.-My Sandy O, my Sandy O,
My bonie, bonie Sandy O;
Tho' the love that I owe

To thee I dare na show,

Yet I love my love in secret, my
Sandy O.

My Sandy brak a piece o' gowd,

While down his cheeks the saut tears row'd;

He took a hauf, and gied it to me,
And I'll keep it till the hour I die.
My Sandy O, &c.


O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar ?
I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly;
But say that thou'lt hae me for better or waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

John Anderson


Chorus.-O mount and go,

Mount and make you ready,

O mount and go,

And be the Captain's lady.

WHEN the drums do beat,
And the cannons rattle,
Thou shalt sit in state,
And see thy love in battle.
O mount and go, &c.

When the vanquish'd foe
Sues for peace and quiet,
To the shades we'll go,
And in love enjoy it.
O mount and go, &c.

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