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WHY UNITE TU BANISH CARE.
Air-Let us taste the sparkling wine.
Far be hence the sordid elf
Patriot heroes, doom'd to sigh,
Come, the hoary-headed sage,
The following are those Fragments mentioned in pages 40 and 41 of the Essay
THE LASSIE O' MERRY EIGHTEEN.
My father wad hae me to marry the miller,
My mither wad hae me to marry the laird,
That heightens their fancy to ony regard ;
The miller is crooket, the miller is crabbet,
The laird, tho' he's wealthy, is lyart and lean, He's auld and he's cauld, and he's blin' and he's bald,
And he's no for a lassie o' merry eighteen.
O LADDIE, CAN YE LEAVE ME.
Alas, 'twill break this constant heart,
Like this, that we must part.
Beneath the secret birken shade,
Is a' your love but art ?
COME HAME TO YOUR LINGALS. Come hame to your lingals, ye ne'er-do-weel loon, Ye're the king o' the dyvors, the tauk o' the town; As often's the Munonday morning comes in, Your wearifu' daedling again maun begin. Gudewife, ye're a skillet, your tongue's just a bell, To the peace o’gude fellows, it rings the death-knell. But clack till ye deafen auld Barnaby's mill, The souter shall aye hae his Munonday's yill.
BRAVE LEWIE ROY WAS THE FLOW’R, &c. Brave Lewie Roy was the flow'r of our highlandmen,
Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirluch,
Dearer than life to his lovely Neen-voiuch ;
When forc'd to retire with our gallant Prince Charlie, Tho' manly and fearless, his bold heart was cheerless,
Away from the lady he aye lov'd so dearly.
I'LL LAY ME ON THE WINTRY LEE.
And sleep amidst the wind and weet,
O bring to me my winding sheet !
What can a hapless lassie do,
When ilka friend wad prove her foe,
To wed wi' ane she canna' lo'e !
I speeded on fu' canny, 0,
Young, bonnie fair-hair'd Nannie 0.
Our vows o' love were mony 0,
Wi' bonnie fair-hair'à Nannie 0.
AND WAR YE AT DUNTOCHER BURN.
And war ye at Duntocher burn,
And did ye see them a', man!
I ha'e been lang awa, man.
It doesna suit ava, man,
My comforts are but sma, man.
THOU CAULD GLOOMY FEBERWAR.
Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar,
I'm wae to see thy snaw,
The lad I lo'e sae dear,
In the spring o' the year.
O HOW COULD YE GANG SAE TO GRIEVE ME.
O how can ye gang sae to grieve me
For I never, never dreamt ye wad leave me !
MEG O' THE GLEN. Meg o' the glen set aff to the fair, Wi’ ruffles and ribbons, and meikle prepare, Her heart it was heavy, her head it was licht, For a' the lang way for a wooer she sicht; She spak' to the lads, but the lads slippet by, She spak’ to the lassies, the lassies were shy, She thought she might do, but she didna weel ken, For nane seemed to care for poor Meg o'the glen.
NOW MARION DRY YOUR TEARFU' E'E.
Gae break your rock in twa.
Returned in safety a'.
Nae mair to gang awa ?
DAVIE TULLOCH'S BONNIE KATY.
Davie's bonnie blythsome Katy,
He socht her love, but gat her pity.
While his auld heart gae'd pitty-patty,
Wad win the love o' bonnie Katy ; Davie Tulloch's bonnie Katy,
Davie's bonnie blythsome Katy, Aye she smil'd as Davie wild,
Her smile was scorn, yet mixt wi' pity.
Kiss'd yestreen, kiss'd yestreen,
HEY DONALD, HOW DONALD.
Wi' pleasure ne'er can move me.
Whare ye vow'd to love me.
MY DAYS HAE FLOWN WI' GLEESOME SPEED.
My days hae flown wi' gleesome speed,
Grief ne'er sat heavy on my mind,
I lilted every care behind ;
When friends provid false, or beauty shy,
I crun'd my lilt, and car'd na by.
THE BANKS OF SPEY. Scenes of my childhood, your wanderer hails you, Wing'd with rude storms, tho' the winter assails you, Bleak and dreary as ye are, ye yet hae charms to cheer me, For here amidst my native hills, my bonnie lassie's near mo; 'Tis sad to see the withered lea, the drumly flooded fountain, The angry storm in awful form, that sweeps the moorand mountain; But frae the surly swelling blast, dear lassie, I'll defend her, And frae the bonnie banks of Spey I never more shall wander.