While clover blooms white o'er the lea, Says, "I'll be wed, come o't what will:" "It's ye hae wooers mony ane, And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken "For Johnnie o' the Buskie Glen, For Buskie Glen and a' his gear." "Oh, thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; A hungry care's an unco care: .6 But some will spend, and some will spare, Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.' "Oh, gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye ; What mair hae queens upon a throne?" FAIR ELIZA. THIS was another unsuccessful attempt, on the part of the poet, to advance the love suit of a friend. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? For pity hide the cruel sentence Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gies to me. OH, LUVE WILL VENTURE IN. Tune-"The Posie." Oн, luve will venture in Where it daurna weel be seen; Oh, luve will venture in Where wisdom ance has been ; But I will down yon river rove, To my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', The firstling of the year; And I will pu' the pink, For she's the pink o' womankind, And blooms without a peer— And a' to be a posie To my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, When Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss To my ain dear May. The lily it is pure, And the lily it is fair, To my ain dear May. The hawthorn I will pu', But the songster's nest within the bush To my ain dear May. The woodbine I will pu', When the evening star is near, And the diamond draps o' dew Shall be her een sae clear; The violet's for modesty, Which weel she fa's to wear And a' to be a posie To my ain dear May. I'll tie the posie round Wi' the silken band of love, And I'll swear by a' above, That to my latest draught o' life The band shall ne'er remove And this will be a posie To my ain dear May. SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD. Tune-"The Eight Men of Moidart." WE are indebted to Cunningham for an account of the heroine of this song "She was the wife of a farmer who lived near Burns at Ellisland. She was very singular woman: 'tea,' she said, 'would be the ruin of the nation; sugar was a sore evil; wheaten bread was only fit for babes; earthenware was pickpocket; wooden floors were but fit for thrashing upon; slated roofs, cold. feathers, good enough for fowls;' in short, she abhorred change, and, whenever anything new appeared, such as harrows with iron teeth-'Ay, ay,' she would exclaim, 'ye'll see the upshot!' Of all modern things she disliked china most; she called it 'brunt clay,' and said it was only fit for 'haudin' the broo o' stinkin' weeds,' as she called tea. On one occasion, a southern dealer in cups and saucers asked so much for his ware that he exasperated a peasant, who said, 'I canna buy, but I ken ane that will:' 'Gang there,' said he, pointing to the house of Willie's wife :-'dinna be blate or burd-mouthed; ask a guid penny-she has the siller.' Away went the poor dealer, spread out his wares before her, and summed up all by asking a double price. A blow from her cummock was his instant reward, which not only fell on his person, but damaged his china-'I'll learn ye,' quoth she, as she heard the saucers jingle, 'to come wi' yer brazent English face, and yer bits o' brunt clay to me!"" 1 Weaver. WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkum-doodie; Could stown a clue wi' ony bodie: Oh, Tinkler Madgie was her mither; I wadna gie a button for her. She has an ee-she has but ane, The cat has twa the very colour; Her nose and chin they threaten ither- I wadna gie a button for her. * She wines her mouth with an old stocking. SMILING SPRING COMES IN REJOICING. Tune-"The Bonny Bell." THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer, THE GALLANT WEAVER. Tune-"The Weavers' March." WHERE Cart* rins rowin' to the sea, Oh, I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,2 While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; 1 Lose. *The Cart is a river in Renfrewshire. 2 Marriage-deed. |