There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;
Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,
It's plenty beets the luver's fire.

III.

For Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
I dinna care a single flee;
He loes sae weel his craps and kye,
He has nae luve to spare for me :
But blythe's the blink o' Robie's e'e,
And weel I wat he loes me dear:

Ae blink o' him I wad na gie

For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.

IV.

O thoughtless lassie, life's a faught,
The canniest gate, the strife is sair;
But ay fu' han't is fechtin best,

A hungry care's an unco care :
But some will spend, and some will spare,
An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will;

Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,

Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.

V.

gear will buy me rigs o' land,

And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve,

The gowd and siller canna buy. We may be poor, my Rob and I,

Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy,

What mair hae queens upon a throne?

SONG XLVIII.

TURN AGAIN, THOU FAIR ELIZA.

AIR. THE BONNY BRUCKET LASSIE.

I.

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,

For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!

II.

Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee:
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,

Wha for thine wad gladly die!

While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe:

Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

III.

Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon;

Not the poet in the moment

Fancy lightens in his e'e,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture That thy presence gi'es to me.

SONG XLIX.

O LUVE WILL VENTURE IN, &c.

AIR-TWEEDSIDE.

I.

O LUVE will venture in where it dare na weel be

seen,

O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood

sae green,

And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.

II.

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.