My wife fits at the fire-fide; And the tear blinds ay her ee; The ne'er a bed will she gae to, In the morning foon, when I came down, The ne'er ae word the fpake; But mony a fad and four look, And ay her head fhe'd shake. My dear, quoth I, what aileth thee, I'll ne'er do the like again, If ye'll ne'er tak' the gee. When that she heard, fhe ran, fhe flang BLYTH SONG 208. THE GAWKIE. young Befs to Jean did say, Will ye gang to yon funny brae, Where flocks do feed, and herds do stray, And sport a while wi' Jamie? Ah na, lass, I'll no gang there, Nor about Jamie tak nae care, For hark, and I will tell you, lass, I wat he gae her mony kifs, And Maggie took them ne'er amifs ; For when'er a civil kifs I feek, She turns her head, and thraws her cheek, O Jamie, ye hae mony tane, Sae ne'er think me a gawkie. Ah na, lafs, that can ne er be, E'er to think thee a gawkie. But, whish't, nae mair of this we'll speak, O dear Befs, I hardly knew, When I came by, your gown's fae new, It's wat wi' dew, and 'twill get rain, The laffes faft frae him they flew, As they gade o'er the muir they fang, SONG 209. THE MILLER OF DEE. THERE was a jolly miller once Liv'd on the water of Dee; He wrought and fung frae morn to night, And this the burden of his song "I care for no body, no not I, I live by my mill, God bless her, When fpring begins his merry career, O how his heart grows gay; No fummer's drought alarms his fears, No forefight mar's the miller's joy, Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day. Thus like the miller, bold and free, The days of youth are made for glee, This fong fhall pafs from me to thee Along this jovial ring; Let heart and voice and all agree BRAES OF YARROW. THE fun, juft glancing thro' the trees, Gave light and joy to ilka grove; And pleasure, in each fouthern breeze, Awaken'd hope, and flum bering love. When Jeanie fung with hearty glee, To charm her winfome Marrow, My bonny laddie, gang wi' me, My bonny, &c. We'll o'er the braes of Yarrow. My bonny laddie gang wi' me, Young Sandie was the blytheft lad, So youthful, brifk, fo blyth and gay. |