JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO
When the vanquish'd foe sues for peace and quiet,
To the shades we'll go, and in love enjoy it :
When the vanquish'd foe sues for peace and quiet,
To the shades we'll go, and in love enjoy it.
O mount and go, &c.
John Anderson, My Jo.1
JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brenta;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,b
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie° day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
My Love, she's but a Lassie yet."
My love, she's but a lassie yet,
My love, she's but a lassie yet;
We'll let her stand a year or twa,
She'll no be half sae saucy yet;
I rue the day I sought her O!
I rue the day I sought her O!
Wha gets her needs na say he's woo'd,
But he may say he has bought her O.
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet,
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet,
Gae seek for pleasure whare you will,
But here I never miss'd it yet,
We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife;
He could na preach for thinkin o't.
Song.-Tam Glen.1
My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len',
To anger them a' is a pity,
But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?
I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,
In poortith I might mak a fen';
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen!
There's Lowrie the Laird o' Dumeller"Gude day to you, brute!" he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o' his siller,
But when will he dance like Tam Glen!
My Minnie does constantly deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men ;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen!
My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,
He'd gie me gude hunder marks ten;
But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen !
Yestreen at the valentines' dealing,
My heart to my mou' gied a sten'";
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written "Tam Glen" !
The last Halloween I was waukin b
My droukite sark-sleeve,1 as ye ken,
His likeness came up the house staukin,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!
Come, counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry;
I'll gie ye my bonie black hen,
ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.
Carle, an the King Come.2
Chorus.-Carle,d an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.
An somebody were come again,
Then somebody maun cross the main,
And every man shall hae his ain,
Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come, &c.
I trow we swapped for the worse,
We gae the boot' and better horse;
And that we'll tell them at the cross,
Carle, an the King come.
Carle, an the King come, &c.
1 A mode of divination referred to in
2 An old royalist ditty modified.
WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T
Coggie, an the King come,
Coggie, an the King come,
I'se be fou, and thou'se be toom
Coggie, an the King come.
Coggie, an the King come, &c.
The Laddie's Dear Sel.1
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa'
For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
An' his hair has a natural buckled an' a'.
His coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,
His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae,' and his shoon like the slae,"
And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.
For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;
Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd,h weel-mounted an' braw;
But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
The penny's the jewel that beautifies a'.
There's Meg wi the mailen1 that fain wad a haen1 him,
And Susie, wha's daddie was laird o' the Ha';
There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy,
But the laddie's dear sel', he loes dearest of a'.
Whistle o'er the lave o't.2
FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heav'n, I thought, was in her air,
Now we're married-speir nae mair,
But whistle o'er the lave' o't!
i would have had.
1 The first lines are traditional.
2 Written to supersede a song of the
Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and harmless as a child-1
Wiser men than me's beguil'd;
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we gree,
I care na by how few may see-
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
Wha I wish were maggot's meat,
Dish'd up in her winding-sheet,
I could write-but Meg maun see't-
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
Chorus.-AN' O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie,
Wha wad na be happy wi' Eppie Adair?
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.
A' pleasure exile me, dishonour defile me,
If e'er I beguile ye, my Eppie Adair!
A' pleasure exile me, dishonour defile me,
If e'er I beguile thee, my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.
Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary.3
THE Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying,
So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying;
1 Var. "Bonny Meg was Nature's
3 Burns met this fat antiquary at Mr Riddell's house.
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