Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his ee, Said, Jenny for their fakes, O marry me. . My heart it said cay, I look'd for Jemmy back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wreck, The ship it was a wreck, why didna Jemmy die ? And why do I live to say waes me ? Auld Robin argued fair, tho' my mither didna speak, She look'd in my my heart was like to break, So they gi'ed him my hand, tho' my heart was in the fea, And auld Robin Grey is gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When fitting fae mournfully at the door, I saw my Jemmy's wreath, for I cudra think it he, 'Till he said, I'm come back for to marry thee. O sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ; We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves away : I wish I were dead but I'm no like to die; And why do I live to say waes me ? I gang like a ghaift, and carena to spia ; I darena think on Jemmy, for that wou'd be a lin; But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For auld Robin Grey is kind unto me. SONG 170. THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. But O, they're vain and idly gawdy! O my banny, bonny highland laddie, If I were free at will to chuse, To be the wealthiest lawland lady, I'd take young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue, and belted plaidy. O my bonny, &c. The brawest beau in burrow's town, In a' his airs, with art made ready, Compar'd to him he's but a clown; He's finer far in's tartan plaidy. O my bonny, &c. O'er benty hill with him I'll run, And leave my lawland kin and dady, O my bonny, &c. A painted room, and filken bed, May please a lawland laird and lady ; O my bonny, &c. Few compliments between us pafs, I ca' him my dear highland laddie, O my bonny, &c Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While Heav'n preserves my highland laddie. O my benny, &c. SONG 171. ETRICK BANK S. At glooming when the sheep drave hamc, Come wading barefoot a' ber lane. My arms about her lily neck, My words they were na mony feck. I said, My laffie, will ye go To the Highland hills, the Erse to learn ? I'll baith gie thee a cow and ew, When ye come to the brigg of Earn. At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash, And herrings at the Broomy Law; Chear up your heart, my bonny lafs, There's gear to win we never saw. All day when we have wrought enough, When winter, frosts, and snaw begin, Soon as the sun gaes west the loch, At night when ye fit down to spin ; I'll screw my pipes, and play a spring, And thus the weary night we'll end ; Till the tender kid and lamb.time bring Our pleasant summer back again. l'll meet my Syne when the trees are in their bloom, lass the broom, And lead you to my summer shield. Then far frae a' their scornfu' din, That mak'the kindly hearts their sport, We'll laugh, and kiss, and dance, and fing, And gar the langest day feem short. SONG 172. JOLLY mortals, fill your glafles ; Noble deeds are done by wine ; Scorn the nymph and all her graces : Who'd for love or beauty pine ? Look upon this bowl that's fowing, And a thousand charms you'll find, More than in Chloe when just going, In the moment to be kind. Alexander hated thinking : Drank about at council-board ; Made friends, and gain’d the world by drinking, More than by his conquering sword. SONG 173 There let me drown in wine my paing |