She has an ee-she has but ane, Her nose and chin they threaten itherSic a wife as Willie had, I wad na gie a button for her. She's bough-hough'd, she's hein-shinn'd, I wad na gie a button for her. She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; 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, Oh sweet grow the lime and the orange, I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary, Oh plight me your faith, my Mary, We hae plighted our troth, my Mary, And curst be the cause that shall part us! WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE? AIR-The Sutor's Dochter. WILT thou be my dearie ? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Only thou, I swear and vow, Lassie, say thou loes me; Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: Thou, for thine may choose mé, YE JACOBITES BY NAME. YE jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear; Your fautes I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maun blame- 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 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; Adore the rising sun, And leave a man undone To his fate. YESTREEN I HAD A PINT O' WINE. Ye monarchs tak the east and west, While dying raptures in her arms Awa, thou flaunting god o' day! Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray, P Come, in thy raven plumage, night! 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 [stream, For there, by a lanely and sequester'd Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream. dream. Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path, [row strath; k stream foaming down its ain green, nar |