The gloomy night is gath'ring fast The gypsies came to our Lord's yett The last time I came o'er the moor The Lawland lads think they are fine The moon had climb'd, &c. The morn was fair, &c. The night her silent sable wore The noble Maxwel's and their powers The pawky auld carl came o'er the lea There's a youth in this city There's cauld kail in Aberdeen There was a jolly beggar. There was ance a May, and she loe'd na men The taylor fell thro' the bed, &c. The tither morn They say that Jockey 'll speed weel o't Tho' women's minds like winter winds To the soft murmuring stream. PAGE 35 8 45 68 48 31 When first I came to be a man When I have a saxpence, &c.. When summer comes the swains on Tweed 19 When the sheep are in the fauld |