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She has an ee-she has but ane,
The cat has twa the very colour;
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper-tongue wad deave a miller:
A whiskin beard about her mou',

Her nose and chin they threaten ither— Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na gie a button for her.
She's bough-hough'd, she's hein-shinn'd,
Ae limpin' leg a hand-breed shorter;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter:
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o' that upon her shouther;
Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad na gie a button for her.
Auld baudrons by the ingle sits,
And wi' her loof her face a-washin';
But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,

She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion;
Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan-Water
Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wad nae gie a button for her.

WILL YE GO TO THE INDIES, MY MARY.

TUNE-The Ewe-buchts.

WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotia's shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across the Atlantic's roar

Oh sweet grow the lime and the orange,
And the apple on the pine;
But a' the charms o' the Indies
Can never equal thine.

I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary,
I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true;
And sae may the Heavens forget me,
When I forget my vow!

Oh plight me your faith, my Mary,
And plight me your lily-white hand;
Oh plight me your faith, my Mary,
Before I leave Scotia's strand.

We hae plighted our troth, my Mary,
In mutual affection to join ;

And curst be the cause that shall part us!
The hour and the moment o' time!

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?
AIR-The Sutor's Dochter.

WILT thou be my dearie ?

When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,
Wilt thou let me cheer thee?
By the treasure of my soul,

That's the love I bear thee!

I swear and vow that only thou
Shall ever be my dearie.

Only thou, I swear and vow,
Shall ever be my dearie.

Lassie, say thou loes me;

Or if thou wilt na be my ain,

Say na thou'lt refuse me :
If it winna, canna be,
Thou, for thine may choose me,
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
Trusting that thou loes me.
Lassie, let me quickly die,
Trusting that thou loes me.

YE JACOBITES BY NAME.
TUNE-Ye Jacobites by name.

YE jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear;
Ye jacobites by name, give an ear;
Ye jacobites by name,

Your fautes I will proclaim,

Your doctrines I maun blame-
You shall hear.

What is right and what is wrang, by the law, by the law?

What is right and what is wrang by the law? What is right and what is wrang?

A short sword and a lang,

A weak arm and a strang
For to draw.

What makes heroic strife fam'd afar, fam'd afar?

What makes heroic strife fam'd afar?

What makes heroic strife?

To whet the assassin's knife,

Or hunt a parent's life

Wi' bluidie war.

Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in

the state;

Then let your schemes alone in the state;
Then let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,

And leave a man undone
To his fate.

YESTREEN I HAD A PINT O' WINE.
TUNE-Banks of Banna.
YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine,
A place where body saw na';
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
The gowden locks of Anna.
The hungry Jew in wilderness
Rejoicing o'er his manna,
Was naething to my hinnie bliss
Upon the lips of Anna.

Ye monarchs tak the east and west,
Frae Indus to Savannah !
Gie me within my straining grasp
The melting form of Anna.
There I'll despise imperial charms,
An empress or sultana,

While dying raptures in her arms
I give and take with Anna.

Awa, thou flaunting god o' day!
Awa, thou pale Diana !

Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray,
When I'm to meet my Anna.

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Come, in thy raven plumage, night!
Sun, moon, and stars withdrawn a'
And bring an angel pen to write
My transports wi' my Anna!

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YON WILD MOSSY MOUNTAINS.

TUNE-Yon wild mossy Mountains.

YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and

wide,

[Clyde, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,

And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed.

Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,

And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed.

Not Gowrie's rich valleys, nor Forth s sunny shores, [moors; To me hae the charms o' yon wild, mossy For there, by a lanely and sequester'd stream Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream. [stream, For there, by a lanely and sequester'd Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.

Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path, [row strath; k stream foaming down its ain green, nar

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