O AY MY WIFE SHE DANG ME. CHORUS. O ay my wife she dang me, ON peace and rest my mind was bent, Some sa'r o' comfort still at last, O LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS. CHORUS. O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass, A SLAVE to love's unbounded sway, O lay thy loof, &c. There's monie a lass has broke my rest, O lay thy loof, &c. O GUID ALE COMES. CHORUS. O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, I HAD Sax owsen in a pleugh, Guid ale hauds me bare and busy, O WHY THE DEUCE. O WHY the deuce should I repine, I gat some gear wi' meikle care, POLLY STEWART. TUNE-' Ye're welcome, Charley Stewart. CHORUS. O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in That's half so fair as thou art. THE flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's, May he, whase arms shall fauld thy charms, Possess a leal and true heart; ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST. CHORUS. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him, I GAED up to Dunse, Wha met me but Robin. Was na Robin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter, Play'd me sick a trick And me the eller's dochter? Robin promis'd me A' my winter vittle; Fient haet he had but three Goose feathers and a whittle. Robin shure, &c. THE FIVE CARLINS. AN ELECTION BALLAD. 1789. THERE were five Carlins in the south, To send a lad to Lon'on town To bring us tidings hame. Not only bring us tidings hame, There was Maggie by the banks o' A dame wi' pride eneugh; And blinkin Bess o' Annandale, That dwells near Solway side, And whisky Jean that took her gill In Galloway so wide. And auld black Joan frae Creighton peel, O' gipsy kith an' kin, To send a lad to Lon'on town And monie a Knight and monie a That errand fain would gae. O! monie a Knight and monie a Laird, The first ane was a belted Knight, And he wad do their errands weel, And ilka ane at Lon'on court Then neist came in a sodger youth, He wad na hecht them courtly gift, Now wham to choose and wham refuse, To strife thae Carlins fell; Then out spak mim-mou'd Meg o' Nith, For the auld guidman o' Lon'on court Then up sprang Bess o' Annandale : For far aff fowls hae feathers fair, An' fools o' change are fain: But I hae tried the border Knight, I'll try him yet again. Says auld black Joan frae Creighton peel, A Carlin stoor and grim, The auld guidman or young guidman, For me may sink or swim! For fools may freit o' right and wrang, While knaves laugh them to scorn: But the sodgers' friends hae blawn the best, Sae he shall bear the horn. Then whisky Jean spak o'er her drink, The auld guidman o' Lon'on court, And monie a friend that kiss'd his caup, But it's ne'er sae wi' whisky Jean,- Then slow raise Marjorie o' the Lochs, There's some great folks set light by me, I set as light by them; But I will send to Lon'on town, Wha I lo'e best at hame. So how this weighty plea will end, THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE. THE bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, The deuk's dang o'er my daddie, O! The fient ma care, quo' the feirie auld wife, He was but a paidlin body, O! He paidles out, and he paidles in, An' he paidles late and early, O; This seven lang years I hae lien by his side, An' he is but a fusionless carlie, O. O haud your tongue, my feirie auld wife, O haud your tongue now, Nansie, O: I've seen the day, and sae hae ye, Ye wadna been sae donsie, O; I've seen the day ye butter'd my brose, And cuddl'd me late and earlie, O; But downa do's come o'er me now, And, oh, I find it sairly, O! THE LASS THAT MADE THE By my good luck a maid I met, To walk into a chamber fair. I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, And bade her mak a bed to me. The bonie lass made the bed to me, The braw lass made the bed to me: I'll ne'er forget till the day I die, The lass that made the bed to me! THE UNION. TUNE-'Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.' Such a parcel of rogues in a nation. What guile or force could not subdue, O would, or had I seen the day That treason thus could sell us, My auld grey head had lien in clay, Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace! But pith and power, till my last hour I'll mak this declaration, We're bought and sold for English gold : Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! THERE WAS A BONIE LASS. THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; Till war's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' monie a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear : And nocht could him quell, or his bosom assail, But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear. WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet; Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket : The rose upon the briar will be him trouse and doublet, Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat; |