And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest, The brightest o' beauty may cloy when possest! But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie imprest, The langer ye hae them, the mair they're carest, Then hey, &c. MEG O' THE MILL. AIR “O bonie lass, will you lie in a barrack?” O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? The Miller was strappan, the Miller was ruddy! The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving; O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing; MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee; Your proffer o' luve's an airl-penny, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, AULD ROB MORRIS. THERE'S auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' guid fellows, and wale of auld men' He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonie lassie, his darl ng and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; But oh! she's an heiress auld Robin's a laird, And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard' The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; O had she but been of lower degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me; Yestreen I met you on the moor; Ye spak na, but gaed by like stoure; Ye geck at me because I'm poor, But fient a hair care I. O Tibbie, &c. I doubt na, lass, but ye may think, O Tibbie, &c. But sorrow tak him that's sae mean, Wha follows any saucy quean Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart, But if he hae the name o' gear, O Tibbie, &c. But Tibbie, lass, tak my advice, Your daddie's gear maks you sae nice, The deil a one wad spier your price, Were ye as poor as I. O Tibbie, &c There lives a lass in yonder park, O Tibbie, &c. DUNCAN GRAY. DUNCAN GRAY came here to woo, On blithe yule night when we were fu; Maggie coost her head fu' high, Duncan fleech'd and Duncan pray'd; Meg was deaf as Ailsa craig: Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Ha, ha, &c. Time and chance are but a tide. Slighted love is sair to bide: |