MARK YONDER POMP.

TUNE-Deil tak the Wars.

MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion,
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compar'd with real passion,
Poor is all that princely pride.
What are the showy treasures?
What are the noisy pleasures?

The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art:
The polish'd jewel's blaze

May draw the wond'ring gaze,
And courtly grandeur bright
The fancy may delight,

But never, never can come near the heart.

But did you see my dearest Chloris,
In simplicity's array;

Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is,
Shrinking from the gaze of day.

O, then the heart alarming,

And all resistless charming,

In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!

Ambition would disown

The world's imperial crown;

Even Avarice would deny

His worship'd deity,

And feel thro' every vein Love's raptures roll.

I SEE A FORM, I SEE A FACE.

TUNE-This is no my ain House.

O, this is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho' the lassie be;
O, weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her ee.

I SEE a form, I see a face,

Ye weel may wi' the fairest place:
It wants, to me, the witching grace,
The kind love that's in her ee.

She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And aye it charms my very saul,·

The kind love that's in her ee.

O, this is no, &c.

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink, by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lovers' een,
When kind love is in the ee.
O, this is no, &c.

It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clerks;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her ee.
O, this is no, &c.

O, BONNIE WAS YON ROSY BRIER.

TUNE-The wee wee man.

O, BONNIE was yon rosy brier,

That blooms sae fair frae haunt o' man;
And bonnie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the e'enin sun.

Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green;
But purer was the lover's vow

They witness'd in their shade yestreen.

All in its rude and prickly bower,

That crimson rose, how sweet and fair!
But love is far a sweeter flower
Amid life's thorny path o' care.

The pathless wild, and wimpling burn,
Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine;
And I, the world, nor wish, nor scorn,
Its joys and griefs alike resign.

FORLORN, MY LOVE.
TUNE-Let me in this ae Night.

FORLORN, my love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here:
Far, far from thee, the fate severe
At which I most repine, love.

FORLORN, MY LOVE.

CHORUS.

O, wert thou, love, but near me,
But near, near, near me;
How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
And mingle sighs with mine, love.

Around me scowls a wintry sky,
That blasts each bud of hope and joy ;
And shelter, shade, nor home have 1,
Save in those arms of thine, love.
O, wert, &c.

Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
To poison fortune's ruthless dart-
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, love,
O, wert, &c.

But dreary tho' the moments fleet,
O, let me think we yet shall meet!
That only ray of solace sweet
Can on thy Chloris shine, love.
O, wert, &c.

89

LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER,

TUNE-The Lothian Lassie.

LAST May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me:

I said there was naething I hated like men,

The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me, The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.

He spak o' the darts in my bonnie black een,
And vow'd for my love he was dying;
I said he might die when he liked for Jean :
The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying,
The Lord forgie me for lying!

A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers :
I never loot on that I kenn'd it, or car'd,

But thought I might hae waur offers,waur offers,
But thought I might hae waur offers.

But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less, The deil tak his taste to gae near her!

He

up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her,

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

But a' the niest week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neebors might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.

I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin,

And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl't feet

But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.