He's auld and fail'd and wants his sleep, Ye needna watch, and glowr, and peep, If a lassie ye wad win, Be chearfu' ever, bashfu' never; Ilka Jock may get a Jean, If he has sense to try, man. Whene'er we at the market meet, We lasses a' despise, man. I met you lately a' your lane, Ye seem'd like ane stown frae the dead, I spak, ye look'd anither way, Then trembled as ye'd got a flay, And owre your shouther cried, "gude day,', Nor ance to win me strave, man. If a lassie, &c. My aunty left me threescore poun' There lives a lad owre yonder muir, He has nae faut but ane-he's puir; Whene'er we meet wi' kisses sweet, He's like to be my death, man: And there's a lad ahint yon trees, Wad waud for me aboon the knees; Sae tell your mind, or, if ye please, Nae langer fash us baith, man. If a lassie, &c. LXXXVI. 'TIS SAID THAT MEN ARE FALSE AND FICKLE. 'Tis said that men are false and fickle, When to this bosom last I press'd thee, The wind is fair to waft me over, Far from home, and far from thee, But in vain thy too-fond lover, Strives to bid his heart be free. Sweet Lela, fare thee well! may heaven Shield thy heart from woes like mine, Be this thy only fault forgiven, And peace and joy continue thine. M Poor Mary Anne! Once could winning charms discover; Poor Mary Anne! Dim those eyes, so sweetly speaking, When true love's expression seeking;Oh! we saw thy heart was breaking, Poor Mary Anne! Like a rose we saw thee wither, Poor Mary Anne ! Soon, a corpse we brought thee hither, Now our evening pastime flying, "Poor Mary Anne!" LXXXVIII. AYONT THE MOW AMANG THE STRAE. AIR-Andrew wi' his cutty gun. Blythely hae I screw'd my pipes, When first I saw the bonnie face O' Bessie, blooming in her teens, She wil'd awa this heart o' mine, |