DAMON AND SYLVIA. Tune-"The tither morn, as I forlorn." YON wandering rill that marks the hill, There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay, SHELAH O'NEIL. WHEN first I began for to sigh and to woo her, Then, tired and dull-hearted, oh, then I deserted, Felt sharp shot, alas! and the sharp-pointed steel ; 1 Child. THERE'S NEWS, LASSES, NEWS. Guid news I have to tell; There's a boatfu' o' lads Come to our town to sell. CHORUS. The wean1 wants a cradle, 2 Pillow. D Father, quo' she, Mither, quo' she, I'll no gang to my bed I hae as guid a craft rig1 THERE WAS A WIFE. THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, She brew'd guid ale for gentlemen. The guidwife's dochter fell in a fever, The priest o' the parish fell in anither. They laid the twa i' the bed thegither, That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither. 1 Croft ridge. 2 Grass-crop. Here cursing swearing Burton lies 198 80 201 163 267 285 274 Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay. Here lie Willie Michie's banes Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd Here lies John Bushby, honest man! Here lies Johnny Pigeon Here lies with Death auld Grizzel Grim Here souter Hood in death does sleep Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect Here Stuarts once in glory reign'd Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives How cold is that bosom which folly once fired How shall I sing Drumlanrig's Grace? 276 170 154 194 273 148 262 278 224 239 241 193 246 233 |