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TELL ME, DEAE ANNIE, ARE YE
Tune—" Come under my Plaidie."
TELL me, dear Annie, are ye gaun awa 1 My ain winsome Annie, will ye gang awa 1 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
Your breath's like the lily aye to your ain Willie,
O tell, &c.
The lark the sky climin' his little loves hymin';
The mavis that sings on ilk tree and green shaw— They'll only but grieve me if ye gang and leave me: My heart ye will break it gin ye gang awa.
O tell, AcYon wee skippin' lammies that frisk round their mammies, They aft to my bosom our damn' reca', N
To deepen my sorrow; O dool to the morrow
O tell, &c.
Nae mair in yon bowers, whare bloom the wee
O tell, <fcc.
O come to my bosom, my ain lovely blossom,
And whate'er Fortune showers, it a' shall be yours,
O tell, &c.
HEY FOR A WIFE WT A HUNNER OR TWA.
Air— "The Laird o' Cockpen."
CHORUS. fl^ING hey for a wife wi' a hunner or twa, ^ A canty bit wife wi' a hunner or twa; Contentet and blithe, and hoo crouse waud I craw, Gin I had a wife wi' a hunner or twa 1
I've aft had a blink o' Dame Fortune's bricht e'e,
I care nae for beauty, gin she be but guid,
Twad keep us fu' cosy, wi' that o' my ain,
Whan drifts the cauld snaw o'er the moor and the
plain, Be to our wee blossoms a bield frae the blast, That's withered the brightest and best as it passed. O mony the pleasures that wait its command, And hoo finely and freely it turns the hand! "Your wit and your wisdom are naething ava', Without," cries the warld, "a hunner or twa."
THE TRYST E.
Air—" Kelvin Grove."
'JSTIS lovely now in May, bonnie lassie O, ^ And blithe the lammies play, bonnie lassie O;
The smilin' flow'rets spring,
Wee birdies mellow sing,
When Phoebus' steeks his e'e, bonnie lassie O,
What pleasures will we share, bonnie lassie O!
And quaff the streams that flow
Whare a' divinely glow,
O how the bosom warms, bonnie lassie O,
The lily bathed in dew,
Or the rose's blushin' hue, Nae fairer is than you, bonnie lassie O. And oh that breath o' thine, bonnie lassie O, Outvies the jessamine, bonnie lassie O;
When I hear thy voice sae sweet, Whare heavenly echoes meet, Wi' joy I'm like to greet, bonnie lassie O.
O gin ye were my ain, bonnie lassie O, 'Twad save me muckle pain, bonnie lassie O;
But soon, my love, I'll stand
And tak ye by the hand, At Hymen's saft command, bonnie lassie O.
Syne a' my guids and gear, bonnie lassie O, Ye'se hae, my only dear, bonnie lassie O;
And then we'll blessed be
In a' that love can gi'e,
But oh, the hours beguile, bonnie lassie O,
Your mither on the green
Is seekin' for her Jean; But tell na whare ye've been, bonnie lassie O.