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My father urgit sair : my mother didna speak;
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ;
I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ;
Lady A. Lindsay
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't:
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray’d;
Duncan sigh’d baith out and in,
Time and chance are but a tide,
How it comes let doctors tell,
Duncan was a lad o' grace ;
THE SAILOR'S WIFE
ND are ye sure the news is true?
And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to think o' wark?
Ye jades, lay by your wheel ; Is this the time to spin a thread,
When Colin 's at the door? Reach down my cloak, I 'll to the quay,
And see him come ashore.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
When our gudeman 's awa'.
And gie to me my bigonet,
My bishop's satin gown ;
That Colin 's in the town.
My stockins pearly blue ;
For he's baith leal and true.
Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside,
Put on the muckle pot ;
And Jock his Sunday coat ;
Their hose as white as snaw; Its a' to please my ain gudeman,
For he's been long awa.
There's twa fat hens upo' the coop
Been fed this month and mair;
That Colin weel may fare ;
Gar ilka thing look braw,
When he was far awa?
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like caller air ;
His very foot has music in 't
As he comes up the stair
And will I hear him speak ?
In troth I'm like to greet !
If Colin's weel, and weel content,
I hae nae mair to crave : And gin I live to keep him sae
I'm blest aboon the lave :
And will I hear him speak?
In troth I 'm like to greet.
There's nae luck at a';
W. 7. Mickle
I dearly like the West,
The lassie I lo'e best :
And mony a hill between ;
Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair :
I hear her the tunefu' birds,
I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings
But minds me o' my Jean.
O blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft
Amang the leafy trees;
Bring hame the laden bees;
That's aye sae neat and clean ; Ae smile o' her wad banish care,
Sae charming is my Jean.
What sighs and vows amang the knowes
Hae pass’d atween us twa !
That night she gaed awa !
To whom the heart is seen,
OHN Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent;