The crystal waters gently fa', The merry bards are lovers a', The scented breezes round him blawThe Gard'ner wi' his paidle. When purple morning starts the hare Then thro' the dews he maun repair— When day, expiring in the west, ON A BANK OF FLOWERS ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, He gaz'd, he wish'd He fear'd, he blush'd, And trembled where he stood. Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd, Were seal'd in soft repose; Her lip, still as she fragrant breath'd, 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, A faltering, ardent kiss he stole; 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, But Willie follow'd-as he should, He overtook her in the wood; He found the maid Forgiving all, and good. YOUNG JOCKIE WAS THE BLYTHEST LAD YOUNG Jockie was the blythest lad, In a' our town or here awa; He roos'd my een sae bonie blue, My Jockie toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw: And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain, When Jockie's owsen hameward ca'. An' aye the night comes round again, THE BANKS OF NITH 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, How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom; Where lambkins wanton through the broom. Far from thy bonie banks and braes, JAMIE, COME TRY ME Chorus.-Jamie, come try me, If thou should ask my love, If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me, &c. If thou should kiss me, love, Jamie, come try me! Jamie, come try me, &c. I LOVE MY LOVE IN SECRET My Sandy gied to me a 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; And I'll keep it till the hour I die. SWEET TIBBIE DUNBAR O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money, THE CAPTAIN'S LADY 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, When the vanquish'd foe sues for peace and quiet, JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, John Anderson, my jo, John, MY LOVE, SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET My love, she's but a lassie yet, Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet, The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife; |