Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we'll go, And we'll sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo. LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER. Tune-"The Lothian Lassie." LAST May a braw wooer cam' down the lang And sair wi' his love he did deave me ; me, The deuce gae wi' him to believe me! He spak' o' the darts o' my bonnie black een, I said he micht dee when he liked for Jean; A weel-stockit mailin', himsell for the laird, But thought I might hae a waur offer. The deil's in his taste to gang near her!- could bear her, Guess ye how, the jaud! I could bear her! But a' the neist weck, as I fretted wi' care, Wha glowr'd as he had seen a warlock. Out ower my left shouther I gi'ed him a blink, I speir'd for my cousin, fou couthie and sweet, And how my auld shoon fitted her shauchled Gude sauf us! how he fell a-swearin', aswearin', Gude sauf us! how he fell a-swearin'. * In Scotland, when a cast-off lover pays his addresses to a new mistress, that new mistress is said to have got the auld shoon (old shoes) of the former one. Here the metaphor is inade to carry an extremely ingenious sarcasm at the clumsiness of the new mistress's person. And when the howling wintry blast LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS A slave to love's unbounded sway, Unless thou be my ain. There's mony a lass has broke my rest, |