FY GAR RUB HER O'ER WI' STRAE. GIN ye meet a bonny laffie, Gi'e her a kifs, and let her gae; Be fure ye dinna quat the grip Of ilka joy, when ye are young, Sweet youth's a blyth and heartfome time; Watch the faft minutes of delyte, When Jenny speaks beneath her breath, And kiffes, laying a' the wyte On you, if fhe kepp ony fkaith. "Haith, ye 're ill-bred," fhe 'll fmiling fay, "Ye 'll worry me, ye greedy rook.” Syne frae your arms fhe 'll rin away, And hide herself in fome dark nook. Her Her laugh will lead you to the place, Nineteen na-fays are half a grant. Now to her heaving bofom cling, And sweetly toolie for a kiss; These bennisons, I'm very fure, THE CORDIAL. HE. WHERE wad bonny Anne ly? Alane ye nae mair man ly: Is that the thing ye 're laking? SHE. Can a lafs fae young as I Venture on the bridal tye, Syne down with a goodman ly? I'm fleed he 'd keep me wauking. НЕ. Never judge until ye try, SHE. What if I should wauking ly, HE. In my bofom thou shall ly, When thou waukrife art or dry, Healthy cordial standing by, Shall presently revive thee. SHE. To will I then comply, Join us, priest, and let me try Wha can a cordial gi' me. ALLAN WATER. WHAT numbers fhall the mufe repeat, Each swain admires, and owns fhe 's bonny. Since firft fhe trod the happy plain, She fet each youthful heart on fire; Each nymph does to her fwain complain, That Annie kindles new defire. This lovely darling, dearest care, This new delight, this charming Annie, Among the crowd Amyntor came, He look'd, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie; His rifing fighs exprefs his flame, His words were few, his wifhes many. With fmiles the lovely maid reply'd, This deftin'd breast can ne'er relieve ye. Young Damon came with Cupid's art, Cease, poor Amyntor, ceafe bewailing. On yonder plain the nymphs are many; Then chufe fome heart that 's unconfin'd, And leave to Damon his own Annie. O MARY! THY GRACES AND GLANCES. O MARY! thy graces and glances, Thy |