To deepen my sorrow; O dool to the morrow O tell, &c. Nae mair in yon bowers, whare bloom the wee flowers, For Annie I'll pluck them, and busk her fu' braw, Nor there in the e'enin my love will I lean on: Ye'll rue it for ever when ance ye're awa. O tell, &c. O come to my bosom, my ain lovely blossom, O tell, &c. HEY FOR A WIFE WI' A HUNNER OR TWA. Air-"The Laird o' Cockpen." CHORUS. 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? 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, THE TRYSTE. Air-" Kelvin Grove." IS lovely now in May, bonnie lassie O, And blithe the lammies play, bonnie lassie O; Wee birdies mellow sing, Till a' the plantins ring, bonnie lassie O. When Phoebus steeks his e'e, bonnie lassie O, We'll meet, but nane shall ken, For we'll steal awa our lane, bonnie lassie O. What pleasures will we share, bonnie lassie O! Whare a' divinely glow, And ilka care forego, bonnie lassie O. O how the bosom warms, bonnie lassie O, 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, For I'll ever worship thee, bonnie lassie O. But oh, the hours beguile, bonnie lassie O, Is seekin' for her Jean; But tell na whare ye've been, bonnie lassie O. THE AULD MAN'S SOLILOQUY. Air-" The Flowers o' the Forest." AWA, ye gay warld! a' lanely and eerie I cower ower the ingle baith dowie and wae: Hoo heartless the hame whare a' ance was cheery— O welcome release, hoo I lang for the day! I'm auld noo, and donnert, and naething's a pleasure: Frae a' that I liket noo severed for ever; To me shall the spring of the bosom return. As the ivy yestreen frae yon auld tree was riven, But sin' her last blessing to us she imparted, As fondly her cauld, dewy hand then I pressed, What changes, alas! and hoo often has smarted, And keenly, this weary and careworn breast! |