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But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his
Nannie, Flow still between us thou wide-roaring main! May I never see it, may I never trow it, But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain !
WHARE HAE YE BEEN.
Where hae ye been sae brankie, 0 ?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O ?
Ye wad na been sae cantie, O;
On the braes of Killiecrankie, O.
At hame I fought my auntie, O;
On the braes o’ Killiecrankie, 0.
And Clavers got a clankie 0;
On the braes o' Killiecrankie, 0.
WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE. TONE-What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man. What can a young lassie, what shall a young
lassie, What can a young lassie do wi'an auld man? Bad luck on the penny that tempted my
minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! Bad luck on the penny that tempted my
minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and
lan'! He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin',
[lang ; He hoasts and he hirples the weary day He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is
frozen, Oh, dreary's the night wi'a crazy auld man! He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it
is frozen, Oh, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld
man ! He hums and he hankers, he frets and he
cankers, I never can please him, do a' that I can ; He's peevish and jealous of a' the young
fellows: Oh, dool on the day I met wi'an auld man! He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows:
[man ! Oh, dool on the day I met wi' an auld My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart. break him,
[pan. And then his auld brass will buy me a new I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I
heart-break him, And then his auld brass will buy me
a new pan.
WHEN JANUAR' WIND. TUNE-The Lass that made the Bed to me WHÉN Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day. By my good luck a maid I met,
Just in the middle o' my care; And kindly she did me invite
To walk into a chamber fair. I bow'd fu’low unto this maid,
And thank'd her for her courtesie ;
And bade her mak a bed to me.
Wi' twa white hands she spread it down ;
soun'." She snatch'd the candle in her hand,
And frae my chạmber went wi' speed ; But I call'd her quickly back again
To lay some mair below my head.
A cod she laid below my head,
And served me wi' due respect; And to salute her wi' a kiss,
I put my arms about her neck. “Haud aff your hands, young man,” she
says, " And dinna sae uncivil be : If
love for me, Oh wrang na my virginitie !" Her hair was like the links o' gowd,
Her teeth were like the ivorie; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
The lass that made the bed to me. Her bosom was the driven snaw,
Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ; Her limbs the polish'd marble stane,
The lass that made the bed to me. I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
And aye she wist na what to say ; I laid her 'tween me and the wa'
The lassie thought na lang till day
I thank'd her for her courtesie;
And said, “ Alas! ye've ruin'd me.
While the tear stood twinklin' in her ee; I said, “ My lassie, dinna cry,
For ye aye shall mak the bed to me."
She took her mither's Holland sheets,
And made them a' in sarks to me,
The bonnie 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!
WHERE ARE THE JOYS?
TUNE-Saw ye my Father. WHERE are the joys I have met in the
morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song ? Where is the peace that awaited my wan
d'ring, At evening the wild woods among ? No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flow'rets so fair : No more I trace the light footsteps of plea
sure, But sorrow and sad sighing care. Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim surly winter is near ?