lane? Wha will crack to me my MY HEART WAS ANCE AS BLITHE · AND FREE. My heart was ance as blithe and free Has gart me change my sang. To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, I rede you right gang ne'er at night, My mither sent me to the town, A bonnie westlin weaver lad I sat beside my warpin'-wheel, The moon was sinking in the west But what was said, or what was done, Shame fa' me gin I tell; But, oh! I fear the kintra soon Will ken as weel's mysel'. GUDE'EN TO YOU, KIMMER. GUDE'EN to you, kimmer, And how do ye do? Hiccup, quo' kimmer, The better that I'm fou. We're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin', Kate sits i' the neuk, Suppin' hen broo; Deil tak Kate, An' she be na noddin' too! How's a' wi' you, kimmer, And how do fare? A pint o' the best o't, How's a' wi' you, kimmer, Are they a' Johnny's? Cats like milk, And dogs like broo, A FRAGMENT. ONE night as I did wander, That echoed through the braes. O WHY THE DEUCE SHOULD I REPINE? I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine I'll go and be a sodger. I gat some gear wi' meikle care, I held it well thegither; But now it's gane, and something mair- ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him; Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden; At his daddie's yett, Wha met me but Robin? Was na Robin bauld, Though I was a cotter, Played me sic a trick And me the eller's dochter! Robin promised me A' my winter vittle! Fient haet he had but three SWEETEST MAY. SWEETEST May, let love inspire thee; Proof o' shot to birth or money, WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS. WHEN I think on the happy days I spent wi' you, my dearie; And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It was na sae ye glinted by MY NANNIE, O! BEHIND yon hills, where Lugar flows, The westlin' wind blows loud an' shrill; My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; Her face is fair, her heart is true, A country lad is my degree, An' few there be that ken me, O; But what care I how few they be? I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O. My riches a 's my penny-fee, An' I maun guide it cannie, O. Our auld guidman delights to view Come weel, come woe, I care na by, Nae ither care in life have I, But live an' love my Nannie, O. |