CA' the yowes to the knowes, Hark the mavis' evening sang We'll gae down by Cluden side, Through the hazels spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide, To the moon sae clearly. Yonder Cluden's silent towers, Where at moonshine midnight hours, O'er the dewy bending flowers, Fairies dance sae cheery. Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonny dearie. Fair and lovely as thou art, I can die-but canna part My bonny dearie! Countrie Lassie. TUNE-" The Country Lass.”. IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel Says, "I'll be wed, come o't what will:' Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild "O' guid advisement comes nae ill. "It's ye hae wooers mony ane, And, lassie, ye're but young, ye ken; Then wait a wee, and cannie wale "For Johnnie o' the Buskie Glen I dinna care a single flie; He lo'es sae weel his craps and kye, And weel I wat he loe's me dear: For Buskie Glen and a' his gear." "Oh, thoughtless lassie, life's a faught; The canniest gate, the strife is sair, But aye fu'-hant is fechtin' best A hungry care's an unco care: But some will spend, and some will spare, And wilfu' folk maun hae their will; Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair, Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill." 66 Oh, gear will buy me rigs o' land, And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve The gowd and siller canna buy; We may be poor-Robbie and I, Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve bring peace and joy— What mair hae queens upon a throne?" My ain kind Dearie, D. TUNE-"The Lea Rig" WHEN o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo; And, owsen frae the furrow'd field In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, Although the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae wearie, O, I'd meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O! |