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As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,"
When plundering herds assail their byke;2
As open pussie's mortal foes,

When, pop! she starts before their nose;
As eager runs the market-crowd,
When “Catch the thief!” resounds aloud;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow, 199
Wi' monie an eldritch“ skriech and hollo.

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa',

Let him follow me!


By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!-

Let us do or die!


Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy

In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin!
In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin!
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman!
Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, 205
And win the key-stane of the brig:6
There at them thou thy tail may toss,
A running stream they dare na cross.
But ere the key-stane she could make,
The fient’ a tail she had to shake! 210
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi’ furious ettle;8
But little wist she Maggie's mettle-
Ae spring brought aff her master hale, 215
But left behind her ain grey tail:
The carlin claught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.

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Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilko man and mother's son, take heed, 220
Whene'er to drink you are inclined,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
Remember Tam o' Shanter's Mare.

Yestreen when to the trembling string.

The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', 10
To thee my fancy took its wing,

I sat, but neither heard nor saw:
Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, 11

And yon the toast of a' the town,
I sighed, and said among them a', 15

“Ye are na Mary Morison.”


O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,

Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?

Or canst thou break that heart of his, Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,

Whase only faut is loving thee? Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; If love for love thou wilt na gie Welcome to your gory bed,

At least be pity to me shown:
Or to victorie!

A thought ungentle canna be
Now's the day, and now's the hour; 5 | The thought o’Mary Morison.
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power-
Chains and slaverie!


Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave? 10
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
I fury,
? hive.

CHORUS.-Green grow the rashes, O;

Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I

Are spent amang the lasses, O.
10 endure the struggle.

3 the hare's. . unearthly. 5 reward

6 bridge. i devil. $ intent.


11 handsome.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han', 5

In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man,

An 'twere na for the lasses, O?

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, 13

And gie's a hand o' thine;
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught"

For auld lang syne.

oods groet ween; js Aight

The war'lyrace may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O; 10 en

° OF A’ THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN An' tho' at last they catch them fast,

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
But gie me a cannie’ hour at e'en,

Of a' the airts15 the wind can blaw

I dearly like the west,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,

For there the bonie lassie lives,

15 May a' gae tapsalteerie, O.

The lassie I lo'e best:

There wild woods grow an' rivers row, 16 5 For you sae douce,4 ye sneer at this;

An' monie a hill between; Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:

But day and night my fancy's flight The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,

Is ever wi' my Jean. He dearly loved the lasses, O.


I see her in the dewy flowers, Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears

I see her sweet an' fair:

I hear her in the tunefu' birds, .
Her noblest work she classes, O:

I hear her charm the air:
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.

There's not a bonie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw, 17 or green;

There's not a bonie bird that sings, 15 AULD LANG SYNE

But minds me o' my Jean.

Should auld acquaintaince be forgot,
And never brought to min'?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, 18

Some counsel unto me come len’;
Ch0.-For auld lang syne, my dear, 5 | To anger them a' is a pity,
For auld lang syne,

| But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

I'm thinking, wi' sic19 a braw20 fellow, Ś

In poortith? I might mak a fen’:22 And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,5 What care I in riches to wallow, And surely I'll be mine!

10 If I mauna marry Tam Glen? And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.

There's Lowrie, the laird o’ Dumeller,

“Guid-day to you,”—brute! he comes We twa hae run about the braes,


10 And pu'd the gowans' fine;

He brags and he blaws o' his siller, But we've wandered monie a weary fit 15 But when will he dance like Tam Glen? Sin' auld lang syne.

My minnie24 does constantly deave25 me, We twa hae paidledo i' the burn, 10

And bids me beware o' young men; From mornin' sun till dine;11

They flatter, she says, to deceive me; 15 But seas between us braidla hae roared But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen?

Sin' auld lang syne.
1 worldly quiet. : topsy-turvy.

16 roll

4 sedate.
8 foot.
12 broad.

18 comrade.
17 wood.
20 handsome
23 in.

12 noon.

14 draught.
18 sister.
21 poverty.
. mother.

15 ways.
19 such.
12 shift.
15 deafen.

5 pint-cup.
. paddled.

hillsides. 10 brook.

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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart | 0, Willie brewed a peck o' maut, 14 is not here;

An' Rob an' Allan cam to see: My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing | Three blyther hearts that lee-lang15 night the deer;

Ye wad na found in Christendie. i mouth. ? spring. Swatching. "wetted. 8 goblet. sweetheart. 10 smooth. 11 bald. • shirt-sleeve. estalking. 1 river valleys.

12 head.
13 happy.

14 malt. 15 live-long.

CHORUS.–We are na fou, we're nae that How pleasant thy banks and green valleys fou,

I below,
But just a drappiel in our ee; Where wild in the woodlands the prim-
The cock may craw, the day roses blow;
may daw,

There oft, as mild Evening weeps over the
And ay we'll taste the barley lea,

15 bree.3

The sweet-scented birk8 shades my Mary

and me. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys, I trow, are we; 10 Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it An' monie a night we've merry been,

glides, And monie mae* we hope to be!

And winds by the cot where my Mary

resides; It is the moon, I ken her horn,

How wanton thy waters her snowy feet That's blinkin in the lift sae hie;

lave, She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, 15 | As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee!

clear wave.


Wha first shall rise to gang awa',
A cuckold, coward loun is he!
Wha first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the king amang us three!


Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy

green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my

lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring

stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her



Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy

BONIE DOON green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, praise;

How can ye blume sae fair? My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring How can ye chant, ye little birds, stream,

And I sae fu' o' care? Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, 5

That sings upon the bough; Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds | Thou minds me o' the happy days, thro' the glen,

When my fause luve was true. Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yonothorny den,

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming Thou sings beside thy mate; forbear,

For sae I sat, and sae I sang, I charge you disturb not my slumbering And wist na o'my fate.




Aft hae I roved by bonie Doon How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring To see the woodbine twine, hills,

And ilkao bird sang o' its luve, Far marked with the courses of clear | And sae did I o' mine. winding rills;

10 There daily I wander as noon rises high, | Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my | Frae aff its thorny tree; eye.

And my fause luver stawło my rose I little drop.

: brew. But left the thorn wi' me.

20 10

2 dawn.

* more.
6 entice.

5 sky.
7 hillsides.

8 birch.


10 stole.



But O! fell death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early! Ae' fond kiss, and then we sever;

Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, Ae farewell, and then forever!

That wraps my Highland Mary!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, 25 Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, 5

I aft hae kissed sae fondly! While the star of hope she leaves him? And closed for ay the sparkling glance, Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;

That dwalt on me sae kindly! Dark despair around benights me. And mouldering now in silent dust,

That heart that lo’ed me dearly! 30 I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

But still within my bosom's core
Naething could resist my Nancy;

Shall live my Highland Mary.
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,

Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted-

15 Duncan Gray came here to woo, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!)

On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Maggie coost her head fu high, Thine be ilkaa joy and treasure,

Looked asklent and unco skeigh, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! 20 Gart10 poor Duncan stand abeigh;11 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ha, ha, the wooin o't! Ae farewell, alas, forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Duncan fleeched,12 and Duncan prayed; Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!)

IO Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) HIGHLAND MARY

Duncan sighed baith out and in,

Grat13 his een 14 baith bleer't15 and blin',
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around Spak o'lowpin 16 o'er a linn;17
The castle o' Montgomery,

Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie! 4

Time and chance are but a tide,
There simmer first unfald her robes, 5

(Ha ha, the wooin o't!) And there the langest tarry;

Slighted love is sair to bide, 18 For there I took the last fareweel,

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) O' my sweet Highland Mary.

“Shall I, like a fool," quoth he,

“For a haughty hizzie 19 die?
How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, She may gae to-France for me!”
How rich the hawthorn's blossom, 10

Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasped her to my bosom!

How it comes let doctors tell,
The golden hours on angel wings

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) Flew o'er me and my dearie;

Meg grew sick as he grew hale, For dear to me as light and life,

(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Something in her bosom wrings,

For relief a sigh she brings;
Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace And O! her een, they spak sic things!
Our parting was fu' tender;

Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
And, pledging aft to meet again,







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