There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy, -But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'. His coat is the hue, &c. But weel the watching lover marks THE TOCHER FOR ME. Tune-"Balinamona Ora." AWA wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher; the nice THERE WAS ONCE A DAY. Tune--" Caledonian Hunt's Delight." THERE was once a day, but old Time then was young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine ?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or to do what she would: Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign, Provoked beyond bearing, at last she arose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life: The Anglian lion, the terror of France, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; But taught by the bright Caledonian lance, He learned to fear in his own native wood. Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd and free, Her bright course of glory for ever shall run : For brave Caledonia immortal must be ; I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun: Rectangle triangle, the figure we'll choose, The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then ergo she'll match them, and match them always.t THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE. Tune-"Fce him, Father." THOU hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou canst love another jo, While my heart is breaking: Soon my weary een I'll close, Never more to waken, Jamie, Never more to waken. YESTREEN I met you on the moor, I doubt na, lass, but ye may think, But sorrow tak him that's sae mean, That looks sae proud and high. Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?* TRUE HEARTED WAS HE. TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the And fair are the maids on the banks o' the Ayr, But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair; To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over : To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain, Grace, beauty and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. O fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning, Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law : And still to her charms she alone is a stranger, Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'. WANDERING WILLIE. Tune-" Here awa, there awa." Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie! Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame! Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie; Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again. Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers! How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. Here awa, &c. But, oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie, Flow still between us, thou dark heaving main! May I never see it, may I never trow it, But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain! Here awa, &c. WAE IS MY HEART. WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee; Love thou hast pleasures; and deep hae I loved; I can feel by its throbbings will soon be at rest. O if I were, where happy I hae been; WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. He's always compleenin frae mornin to c'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang, He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O' dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers; I never can please him, do a' that I can ; WINTER Winds blew loud and cauld at our part-He's peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows, ing; O, dool on the day, I met wi' an auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heartbreak him, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan Bad luck on the pennie, &c. Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?* TRUE HEARTED WAS HE. Tune-" Bonnie Dundee." Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers! How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. Here awa, &c. But, oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie, WAE IS MY HEART. WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee; TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Love thou hast sorrows; and sair hae I proved : Love thou hast pleasures; and deep hae I loved ; Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks o' the Ayr, But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair; To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over : To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain, Grace, beauty and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. O fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning, Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: And still to her charms she alone is a stranger, Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'. WANDERING WILLIE. Tune-"Here awa, there awa." Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie! Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame! Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie; Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again. But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, I can feel by its throbbings will soon be at rest. O if I were, where happy I hae been ; WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. He's always compleenin frae mornin to c'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang, He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O' dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers; I never can please him, do a' that I can; WINTER Winds blew loud and cauld at our part-He's peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows, ing; O, dool on the day, I met wi' an auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c. My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart break him, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan Bad luck on the pennie, &c. |