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Our auld Guidman delights to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.

Come weal, come woe, I care na by,
I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, O;
Nae ither care in life have I,

But live' an' love my Nannie, O.

GREEN GROW THE RUSHES.

A FRAGMENT.

CHORUS.

GREEN grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
Aa' twere na for the lasses, O?
Green grow, &c.

The warly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O ;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O;
Green grow, &c.

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' warly cares, an' warly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O?
Green grow, &c.

For you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.

THE HIGHLAND LASSIE.

NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my Muse's care;
Their titles a' are empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.

CHORUS.

Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
I set me down wi' right good will,
To sing my Highland lassie, O.

Oh, were yon hill and vallies mine, Yon palace and yon gardens, fine! The world then the love should know I bear my Highland lassie, O.

Within, &c.

But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea;
But while the crimson currents flow
I'll love my Highlaud lassie, O.
Within, &c.

Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honor's glow
My faithful Highland lassie, O.

Within, &c.

For her I'll dare the billows roar, For her I'll trace a distant shore, That Indian wealth may lustre throw Around my Highland lassie, O. Within, &c.

She has my heart, she has my hand,
By sacred truth and honor's band
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine my Highland lassie, O.

Farewell the glen sae bushy, O!
Farewell the plain sae rushy, O!
To other lands I now must go,
To sing my Highland lassie, O.

VOL. II-Q.

ANNA.

Tune-"Banks of Bana."

YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine,
A place where body saw na:
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
The raven locks of Anna.

The hungry Jew, in wilderness,
Rejoicing o'er his manna,
Was naething to my honey bliss
Upon the lips of Anna.

Ye monarchs take the east and west
Frae Indus to Savannah,
Gie me within my straining grasp,
The melting form of Anna.

Then I'll despise imperial charms,
An Empress or Sultana;
While dying raptures, in her arms,
I give and take with Anna.

Awa, thou flaunting god of day!
Awa, thou pale Diana!

Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray,
When I'm to meet my Anna.

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Come in thy raven plumage, Night!
Sun, moon, and stars, withdraw a'!
And bring an angel pen to write
My transports wi’`my Anna!

THE SPINNING-WHEEL.

OLEEZE me on my spinning wheel,
O leeze me on my rock and reel;
Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,
And haps me fiel and warm at e'en !
I'll set me down and sing and spin,
While laigh descends the simmer sun,
Blest wi' content, and milk and meal-
O leeze me on my spinning wheel.

On ilka hand the burnies trot,
And meet below my theekit cot;
The scented birk and hawthorn white
Across the pool their arms unite,
Alike to screen the birdie's nest,
And little fishes caller rest:

The son blinks kindly in the blel,
Where blithe I turn my spinning wheel.

On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
And echo cons the dolfu' tale;
The lintwhites in the hazel braes,
Delighted, rival ither's lays :
The craik amang the claver hay,
The paitrick whirrin o'er the ley,
The swallow jinkin round my shiel
Amuse me at my spinning wheel.

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