Gie me the groat again, canny young man; There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane YE HAE LIEN WRANG, LASSIE. CHORUS. YE hae lien a' wrang, lassie, Your rosy cheeks are turn'd sae war, Yet ne'er an inch the less, lassie. O lassie, ye hae play'd the fool, Ye bock them ere the morn, lassie. Oh, ance ye danced upon the knowes, THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY. Tune-"Neil Gow's Lament." THE first half stanza of this song is old; the rest by Burns. THERE'S a youth in this city, It were a great pity 1 Melancholy. 2 Glad. 5 Vomit 3 Strange. 4 Stranger. When the drums do beat, And see thy love in battle. When the vanquish'd foe OH, MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. OH, merry hae I been teethin' a heckle, Bitter in dool I lickit my winnin's, O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave: Blest be the hour she cool'd in her linens, And blithe be the bird that sings on her grave! Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie, And come to my arms and kiss me again! Drunken or sober, here's to thee, Katie ! And blest be the day I did it again. EPPIE ADAIR. Tune-" My Eppie." AND oh! my Eppie, 1 Fondle my dearie. And oh my Eppie, YOUNG JOCKEY. Tune-"Young Jockey." "THE whole of this song," says Stenhouse, "excepting three or four lines, is the production of Burns.' YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad Fu' blithe he whistled at the gaud,1 He roosed my waist sae genty sma', My Jockey toils upon the plain, Through wind and weet, through frost and snaw; And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain When Jockey's owsen hameward ca', And aye the night comes round again, And aye he vows he'll be my ain, WEE WILLIE GRAY. WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet; The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet, Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat: 1 Plough. 2 Praised. There's Lowrie the Laird o' Drumeller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen? The last Halloween I lay waukin'3 Come counsel, dear tittie! don't tarry- THE TAILOR. Tune-"The tailor fell through the bed, thimbles and aʼ.” THE tailor fell through the bed, thimbles and a'; The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill; 1 Mother. 2 Bound. 3 Watching. 4 Wet. * For an explanation of this old usage, see Note to Halloween, page 30. Gie me the groat again, canny young man; ; There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane; YE HAE LIEN WRANG, LASSIE. CHORUS. YE hae lien a' wrang, lassie, Your rosy cheeks are turn'd sae war, Yet ne'er an inch the less, lassie. O lassie, ye hae play'd the fool, Ye bock them ere the morn, lassie. Oh, ance ye danced upon the knowes, THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY. Tune-"Neil Gow's Lament." THE first half stanza of this song is old; the rest by Burns. |