MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL. O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. Your proffer a' luve's an airle-penny, Ye're Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, THEN THEN GUIDWIFE COUNT THE LAWIN GANE is the day and mirk's the night, 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, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. 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 What can a young Lassie do wi' an auld Man. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an lan'! Bad luck on the pennie. &c. He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang ; He's doyl❜t and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen, O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man ! He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, I never can please him, do a' that I can ; He's peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows, O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man! MY |