But spare to speak, and spare to speed; THE BANKS OF NITH. TUNE-Robie Donna Gorach. THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where Cummins ance had high command: How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom; How sweetly wind thy sloping dales, Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom! Tho' wandering, now, must be my doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes, May there latest hours consume, my Amang the friends of early days! JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your bonnie brow was brent; TAM GLEN. But now your brow is beld, John, John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; TAM GLEN. TUNE-The Mucking o' Geordie's Byre. My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len', anger them a' is a pity; To But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fallow, There's Lowrie the laird o' Drumeller, Guid-day to you, brute!' he comes ben: But when will he dance like Tam Glen? 107 My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; ye The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. O MEIKLE. TUNE-My Tocher's the Jewel. O, MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie, My Tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree; It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi the siller, He canna hae luve to spare for me. Your proffer o' luve's an airl-penny, My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. GANE IS THE DAY. 109 Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, GANE IS THE DAY. TUNE-Guidwife, count the lawin. GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, CHORUS. Then,guidwife,count the lawin,the lawin,the lawin, Then, guidwife, count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, My coggie is a haly pool, That heals the wounds o' care and dool; And pleasure is a wanton trout, An' ye drink it a' ye'll find him out. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN? TUNE-What can a lassie do. 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 an' lan'! Bad luck on the penny, &c. He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; THE BONNIE WEE THING. TUNE-The lads of Saltcoats. BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine. |