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My wife fits at the fire-fide ;

And the tear blinds ay her ce; The ne'er a bed will she gae to, But fit and tak the


. In the morning soon, when I came down,

The ne'er ae word the spake ;
But mony a sad and sour look,

And ay her head she'd shake.
My dear, quoth I, what aileth thee,

To look fae four on me?
I'll ne'er do the like again,

If ye'll ne'er tak’ the gee.
When that she heard, she ran, she sang
Her arms about

my neck, And twenty kisses, in a crack,

And, poor wee thing, she grat.
If ye'll me'er do the like again,

But bide at hame wi' me,
I'll lay my life l’se be the wife
That's never tak' the


SONG 208.


young Bess to Jean did say, Will ye gang to yon funny brae, Where Aocks do feed, and herds do ftray,

And sport a while wi' Jamie ?

Ah na, lass, I'll no gang there,

Nor about Jamie tak nae care,

Nor about Jamie tak nae care ; For he's ta'en up wi' Maggie.

For hark, and I will tell you, lass,
Did I not see your Jamie pass,
Wi' muckle gladness in his face,
Out o'er the muir to Maggie.


her And Maggie took them ne'er amiss ; 'Tween ilka smack pleas'd her wi' this,

That Bess was but a gawkie.

I wat he

mony a kiss,

For when'er a civil kiss I seek,
She turns her head, and thraws her check,
And for an hour she'll scarcely speak;

Who'd not ca’ her a gawkie ?
But fure my Maggie bas mair fense,
She'll gie a score without offence :
Now gi’e me ane into the mense,


shall be dawtie.


O Jamie, ye hae mony tane,
But I will never stand for ane
Or twa, when we do meet again,

Sae ne'er think me a gawkie.
Ah na, lass, that can ne er be,
Sic thoughts as these are far frae me,
Or ony thy sweet face that see,

E'er to think thee a gawkic.

But, whish't, nae mair of this we'll speak,
For yonder Jamie does us meet ;
Inftead of Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,

1 trow he likes the gawkie.
O dear Bess, I hardly knew,
When I came by, your gown's sae new,
I think you've got it wat wi' dew,

Quoth she, that's like a gawkie.
It's wat wi' dew, and 'twill rain,
And I'll get gowns when it is gane,
Sae you may gang the gate you came,

And tell it to your dawtie.
The guilt appear'd in Jamie's cheek,
He cry'd, O cruel maid, but sweet,
If I should gang another gate,

I ne'er could meet my dawtie.


The laffes faft frae him they few,
And left poor Jamie sair to rue,
That ever Maggie's face he knew,

Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie.
As they gade o'er the muir they fang,
The hills and dales with echo's rang,
The hills and dales with echo's

Gang o'er the muir to Maggie.

SONG 209.

THE MILLER OF DEE. THERE was a jolly miller once

Lir'd on the water of Dee; He wrought and sung frae morn to night,

No lark more blyth than he : And this the burden of his song

For ever us’d to be, I care for no body, no not I,

“ Since no body cares for me."

I live by my mid, God bless her,

She's kindred, child and wife ;
I would not change my ftation,

other in life.
No lawyer, furgeon or doctor,

E’er had a groat from me ;
I care for no body, no not I,

If no body cares for me.

When spring begins his merry career,

O how his heart grows gay ;
No summer's drought alarms his fears,

Nor winter's fad decay :
No foresight inar's the miller's joy,

Who's wont to sing and say,
Let others toil from year to year,

I live from day to day.

Thus like the miller, bold and free,

Let us rejoice and fing,
The days of youth are made for glee,

And time is on the wing.
This song shall pass from me to thee

Along this jovial ring ;
Let heart and voice and all agree

To say, Long live the King.

SONG 210.

B R AES OF YARROW. THE sun, just glancing thro’ the trees,

Gave light and joy to ilka grove ; And pleasure, in each southern breeze,

Awaken'd hope, and Num bering love. When Jeanie sung with hearty glee,

To charm her winsome Marrow,
My bonny laddie, gang wi' me,

My bonny, &c.
We'll o'er the braes of Yarrow.
My bonny laddie gang wi' me,

We'll s'er, &c.

Young Sandie was the blytheft lad,

That ever pip'd on broomy brae ; Nae lals.could see him free frae pain,

So youthful, brisk, so blyth and gay.

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