Wha wadnae be in love When Britain first at Heaven's command When I hae a saxpence under my thumb When Napoleon was flying When o'er the hill the eastern star When Peggy and I were acquaint When summer comes, the swains on Tweed When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame When Sappho struck the quivering wire When trees did bud, and fields were green While with her white and nimble hands Why weep ye by the tide, ladie Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion 1: 190 69 LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, 51, PALL MALL. |