Air-"Auld Johnny's content, and he's aye content like." CHORUS. 700 happy was I wi' my mither again, Wi' my canty and canny auld mither again— Wha shook my cauld hands as she ca'd me her ain, Wi' the tear in her e'e as I met her again. Embalmed in my bosom, to me ever dear She led me in joy to the auld arm chair, Hoo fondly she speered hoo life wi' me passed, The joys and the sorrows that fell to her lot, Wi' her saft, gentle hand-I mind it yet fine- Her words were as vernal as show'rs to the plain, We quaffed aff a bumper-O haud by the wa'- Aye ready to hear, and her counsel to lend; When my back's at the wa', O she's aye my best friend She's a joy for ilk cross, and the sting has she ta'en Aft frae the bit canker, and healed it again. The worth o' a mither's but kent by her loss- TELL ME, DEAR ANNIE, ARE YE GAUN AWA? Tune-"Come under my Plaidie." TELL me, dear Annie, are ye gaun awa? My ain winsome Annie, will ye gang awa? Yea, my treasure, my pleasure, the sweetest ava, O never ance hint it that ye'll gang awa! Your look love expresses; your lang jetty tresses That circle the shoulders that vie wi' the snaw; Your breath's like the lily aye to your ain Willie, Your bonny black een hae bewitched him and a'. O tell, &c. The lark the sky climin' his little loves hymin'; O tell, &c: Yon wee skippin' lammies that frisk round their mammies, They aft to my bosom our daffin' reca', N |