COUNTRY LASSIE.

IN simmer when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav'd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white o'er the lea,
And roses blaw in ilka bield;
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel,
Says I'll be wed come o't what will;
Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild,
O' gude advisement comes nae ill.

Its ye hae wooers mony ane,
And lassie ye're but young ye
Then wait a wee, and canie wale,

ken;

A routhie butt, a routhie ben: There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,

Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen, It's plenty beets the luver's fire.

For

For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
I dinna care a single flie;

He loes sae weel his craps and kye
He has nae luve to spare for me:
But blythe's the blink o' Robie's e'e,
And weel I wat he loes me dear:
Ae blink o' him I wad na gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.

O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught,
The canniest gate, the strife is sair;

But

ay

fu' han't is fechtin best,

A hungry care's an unco care:

But some will spend, and some will spare,
An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will;

Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.

O gear will buy me rigs o' land,

And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve, The gowd and siller canna buy:

We may be poor Robie and I,

Light is the burden luve lays on;

Content and luve brings peace and joy,
What mair hae queens upon a throne?

FAIR

FAIR ELIZA.

A GAELIC AIR.

TURN again thou fair Eliza,

Ae kind blink before we part,

Rew on thy despairing lover!

Canst thou break his faithfu' heart!

Turn again thou fair Eliza;

If to love thy heart denies,

For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!

Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee:
Canst thou wreck his peace for

ever,

Wha for thine wad gladly die!
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

VOL. IV.

Y

Not

Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet in the moment
Fancy lightens on his e'e,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture
That thy presence gies to me.

THE

THE POSIE.

O LUVE will venture in, where it daur na weel be

seen,

Oluve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood sae

green,

And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.

The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer;

And a to be a posie to my ain dear May.

I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth's for constancy wi' its unchanging blue, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.