O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM! Wistfully I look and languish In that bonnie face o' thine; Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o' this soul o' mine! 111 O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM! TUNE-The Moudièwort. CHORUS. An O for ane and twenty, Tam! An I saw ane and twenty, Tam. THEY snool me sair, and haud me down, A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear, Was left me by my auntie, Tam; At kith or kin I needna spier, An I saw ane and twenty, Tam. An O for ane, &c. They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, BESS AND HER SPINNING WHEEL. TUNE-Bottom of the Punch Bowl. O, LEEZE me on my spinning wheel, On ilka hand the burnies trot, The sun blinks kindly in the biel', On lofty aiks the cushats wail, Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy, COUNTRY LASSIE. Amid their flaring, idle toys, Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys, 113 COUNTRY LASSIE. TUNE--John, come kiss me now. IN simmer when the hay was mawn, It's ye hae wooers mony ane, And lassie, ye're but young ye ken; and kye, And weel I wat he lo'es me dear: Ae blink o' him I wadna gie For Buskie-glen and a' his gear. O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; An hungry care's an unco care: But some will spend, and some will spare, We may be poor-Robie and I, Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy, What mair hae queens upon a throne? FAIR ELIZA. TUNE-The bonnie brucket Lassie. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza; If to love thy heart denies, Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? O, LUVE WILL VENTURE IN. While the life beats in my bosom, Thou shalt mix in ilka throe: Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon; Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, O, LUVE WILL VENTURE IN. TUNE-The Posie. 115 O, LUVE will venture in, where it daurna weel be seen, O, luve will venture in, where wisdom ance has been; [sae green, But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer; And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth's for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. |