You've got a charming eye, You've got some spelling and reading. You've got, and so have I, A taste for genteel breeding; You're rich, and fair, and young, As everybody's knowing; You've got a decent tongue You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan; Don't say nay, Charming Judy Callaghan. VI For a wife till death I am willing to take ye; But, och! I waste my breath, You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan; Don't say nay, Charming Judy Callaghan. Father Prout. I HAE LAID A HERRING IN SAUT I HAE laid a herring in saut— Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; I hae brew'd a forpit o' maut, And I canna come ilka day to woo: I hae a calf that will soon be a cow- I hae a house upon yon moor— Three sparrows may dance upon the floor, I hae a but, and I hac a ben Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; The Clown's Courtship A penny to keep, and a penny to spen', I hac a hen wi' a happitie leg- And I canna come ilka day to woo: Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; And soon wi' mites 'twill rin itself, And I canna come ilka day to woo. 217 James Tytler. THE CLOWN'S COURTSHIP QUOTH John to Joan, will thou have me; Oh, say, my Joan, will not that do? I've corn and hay in the barn hardby, Then say, etc. I have a cheese upon the shelf, And I cannot eat it all myself; I've three good marks that lie in a rag, Then say, etc. To marry I would have thy consent, I cannot come every day to woo. Unknown. OUT UPON IT OUT upon it, I have loved Time shall moult away his wings, In the whole wide world again. But the spite on't is, no praise Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she, There had been at least ere this A dozen dozen in her place. Sir John Suckling. LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS I LATELY lived in quiet case, An' ne'er wish'd to marry, O! She has trepann'd me fairly, O! Love is like a dizziness; Gang about his biziness! Love is Like a Dizziness To tell my feats this single week Ae morning, by the dawn o' day, I wrought that morning out an' out, Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget, Has pierced me through an' through the heart, I tried to sing, I tried to pray, I tried to drown't wi' drinkin' o't, Nae man can tell what pains I prove, Than ever I was wi' whiskey, O! Love is like a dizziness; 219 James Hogg. |