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
Whene'er 'tis set a-going.
Only say

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,
The devil himself can't wake ye.
'Tis just beginning to rain,
So I'll get under cover;
To-morrow I'll come again,
And be your constant lover.
Only say

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-
Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now;
I hae a stook, and I'll soon hac a mowe,
And I canna come ilka day to woo:

I hae a house upon yon moor—
Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now;

Three sparrows may dance upon the floor,
And I canna come ilka day to woo:

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',
And I canna come ilka day to woo:

I hac a hen wi' a happitie leg-
Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now;
That ilka day lays me an egg,

And I canna come ilka day to woo:
I hae a cheese upon my skelf—

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; And soon wi' mites 'twill rin itself, And I canna come ilka day to woo.

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James Tytler.

THE CLOWN'S COURTSHIP

QUOTH John to Joan, will thou have me;
I prithee now, wilt? and I'll marry thee,
My cow, my calf, my house, my rents,
And all my lands and tenements:

Oh, say, my Joan, will not that do?
I cannot come every day to woo.

I've corn and hay in the barn hardby,
And three fat hogs pent up in the sty,
I have a mare and she is coal black,
I ride on her tail to save my back.

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,
In a nook of the chimney, instead of a bag.

Then say, etc.

To marry I would have thy consent,
But faith I never could compliment;
I can say nought but "Hoy, gee ho!"
Words that belong to the cart and the plough.
So say, my Joan, will not that do,

I cannot come every day to woo.

Unknown.

OUT UPON IT

OUT upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.

Time shall moult away his wings,
Ere he shall discover

In the whole wide world again.
Such a constant Lover.

But the spite on't is, no praise
Is due at all to me:

Love with me had made no stays,
Had it any been but she.

Had it any been but she,
And that very face,

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!
But when I saw my Peggy's face,
I felt a sad quandary, O!
Though wild as ony Athol deer,

She has trepann'd me fairly, O!
Her cherry cheeks an' een sae clear
Torment me late an' early O!
O, love, love, love!

Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body

Gang about his biziness!

Love is Like a Dizziness

To tell my feats this single week
Wad mak a daft-like diary, O!
I drave my cart out ow'r a dike,
My horses in a miry, O!
I wear my stockings white an' blue,
My love's sae fierce an' fiery, O!
I drill the land that I should pleugh,
An' pleugh the drills entirely, O!
O, love, love, love! etc.

Ae morning, by the dawn o' day,
I rase to theek the stable, O!
I keust my coat, and plied away
As fast as I was able, O!

I wrought that morning out an' out,
As I'd been redding fire, O!
When I had done an look'd about,
Gudefaith, it was the byre, O!
O, love, love, love! etc.

Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget,
The dear, the lovely blinkin o't

Has pierced me through an' through the heart,
An' plagues me wi' the prinking o't.

I tried to sing, I tried to pray,

I tried to drown't wi' drinkin' o't,
I tried with sport to drive't away,
But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't.
O, love, love, love! etc.

Nae man can tell what pains I prove,
Or how severe my pliskie, O!
I swear I'm sairer drunk wi' love

Than ever I was wi' whiskey, O!
For love has raked me fore an' aft,
I scarce can lift a leggie, O!
I first grew dizzy, then gaed daft,
An' soon I'll dee for Peggy, O!
O, love, love, love!

Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!

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James Hogg.