For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove, While o'er us undeeded flee the swift hours o' love. [rove, For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I While o'er us unheeded flee the swift hours o' love. She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair; me. To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, In her armour o' glances, and blushes, and sighs! [her darts, And when wit and refinement hae polish'd They dazzle our een as they flee to our hearts. And when wit and refinement hae polish'd [hearts. They dazzle our een, as they flee to our But kindness, sweet kindness in the fond sparkling e'e, her darts, her arms, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in [charms! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd [charms! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering in her arms, YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE PLAIN! TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen. YOUNG Jamie, pride of a' the plain, YOUNG JOCKEY. TUNE-Young Jockey. YOUNG Jockey was the blythest lad My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw: And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain, When Jockey's owsen hameward ca' YOUNG PEGGY. TUNE-Last time I came o'er the Muir. YOUNG Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, Her lips, more than the cherries bright, Were fortune lovely Peggy's foe, Ye powers of honour, luve, and truth, YOUNG JESSIE. TUNE-Bonnie Dundee. TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks o' the Ayr, But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair : To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over; To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain ; Grace, beauty, and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, And sweet is the lily at evening close; But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: And still to her charms she alone is a stranger Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'! THE END. THOMS, PRINTER, 12, WARWICK SQUARE. |