E, AN THE KING COME

2, an the King come,

arle, an the King come,

u shalt dance and I will sing,
rle, an the King come.

omebody were come again,
somebody maun cross the main,
very man shall hae his ain,
le, an the King come.

Carle, an the King come, &c.

we swapped for the worse,
be the boot and better horse;
hat we'll tell them at the cross,
le, an the King come.

Carle, an the King come, &c.

e, an the King come,

e, an the King come,

e fou, and thou'se be toom
ggie, an the King come.

Coggie, an the King come, &c.

HE LADDIE'S DEAR SEL'

a youth in this city, it were a great pity
he from our lassies should wander awa';
e's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
n' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.

lis coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,
His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
blae, and his shoon like the slae,

His hose th

SONG-TAM GLEN

My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len',
To anger them a' is a pity,

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?

I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,
In poortith I might mak a fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen!

There's Lowrie the Laird o' Dumeller"Gude day to you, brute!" he comes ben: He brags and he blaws o' his siller,

But when will he dance like Tam Glen!

My minnie does constantly deave me,

And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me,

But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen!

My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,
He'd gie me gude hunder marks ten;
But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen!

Yestreen at the Valentines' dealing,
My heart to my mou' gied a sten';
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written "Tam Glen"!

The last Halloween I was waukin
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,
His likeness came up the house staukin,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!

Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry;
I'll gie ye my bonie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.

CARLE, AN THE KING COME

Chorus.-Carle, an the King come,

Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.

AN somebody were come again,
Then somebody maun cross the main,
And every man shall hae his ain,
Carle, an the King come.

Carle, an the King come, &c.

I trow we swapped for the worse,
We gae the boot and better horse;
And that we'll tell them at the cross,
Carle, an the King come.

Carle, an the King come, &c.

Coggie, an the King come,

Coggie, an the King come,

I'se be fou, and thou'se be toom
Coggie, an the King come.

Coggie, an the King come, &c.

THE LADDIE'S DEAR SEL'

THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa';
For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
An' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.

His coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,

His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a’.

For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;
Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted an' braw;

But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
The penny's the jewel that beautifies a'.

There's Meg wi' the mailen that fain wa
And Susie, wha's daddie was laird o't
There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetter
-But the laddie's dear sel', he loes dea

WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE

FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heav'n, I thought, was in her air,
Now we're married-speir nae ma
But whistle o'er the lave o't!

Meg was meek, and Meg was mil
Sweet and harmless as a child—
Wiser men than me's beguil'd;
Whistle o'er the lave o't!

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we gree,
I care na by how few may see-
Whistle o'er the lave o't!

Wha I wish were maggot's meat,
Dish'd up in her winding-sheet,
I could write-but Meg maun see':
Whistle o'er the lave o't!

MY EPPIE ADAIR

Chorus.-An' O my Eppie, my jewel, my Ep
Wha wad na be happy wi' Ep

By love, and by beauty, by law, and l
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair
By love, and by beauty, by law, and b
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.

A' pleasure exile me, dishonour defile
If e'er I beguile ye, my Eppie Adair!
A' pleasure exile me, dishonour defil
If e'er I beguile thee, my Eppie Adai
And O my Eppie, &c.