My darters all take arter her, They larns to sing, and as they're fat, They calls, &c. Ve dines at four, and arter that I smokes a mild Awanna, They calls, &c. Or arter dinner read a page They calls, &c. I means to buy my eldest son They calls, &c. And ven I'm made a member on, Mr. Gully fought his vay, And vherefore shouldn't I, sirs? Yet vhen I sits in Parli'ment, AND are ye sure the news is true? Rise For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck ava; There's little pleasure in the house, up and mak a clean fireside, Put on the meikle pot; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And mak their shoon as black as slaes, It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c. There are twa hens upon the bauk, They've fed this month and mair; Mak haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare: And spread the table neat and clean, For he's been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c. O gie me down my bigonets, For I maun tell the Bailie's wife, My Sunday shoon they maun gae on, It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. For there's nae luck, &c. 2 Sae true's his word, sae smooth's his speech, When he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought; For there's nae luck, &c. The cauld blasts o' the winter wind, But what pits parting in my head; The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw. For there's nae luck, &c. Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content, I hae na mair to crave; Could I but live to mak him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave; And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought; For there's nae luck, &c. IN MY COTTAGE NEAR A WOOD. IN my cottage near a wood, Love and Rosa now are mine; Rosa, ever fair and good, Charm me with those smiles of thine Rosa, partner of my life, Thee alone my heart shall prize; Linger yet, ye moments stay, May we live by pride forgot, In our cottage near a wood. WHEN a very little boy, They sent me first to school, My master said, though least of all I was the biggest fool. Such a genius I did grow. They tried with cakes and cunning To put learning in my head; But I ne'er could tell which was great A. Such a genius, &c. Arithmetic it puzzl'd me; But as my knowledge grew, Such a genius, &c. A great musician I became, Such a genius, &c. Upon my travels I set out, The English folks to see, And I found that they had arms and legs, And head and all, like me. Such a genius, &c. The Lord Mayor and the Aldermen They sent me home, for fear that I Such a geuius, &c. wwwwwwww BELIEVE ME TRUE. O YES, believe, believe me true, Though falsehood's tongue our loves would sever, The world must change ere I from you, And every pulse be cold for ever. |