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An' if ilk wish turn out a wean,
There's little fear that we hae nine."
Now Nelly thought, an' aye she leugh,
“ Our lads are a' fór sogers gane ; Young Tam will kiss an' toy enengh,
But he o' marriage talketh nane. When I am laid in Johnnie's bed,
Like hares or lav'rocks I'll be free; I'll busk me braw an' conquer a'
Auld Johnnie's just the man for me."
Wi' little say he wan the day,
She soon became his bonny bride ; But ilka joy is fled away
Frae Johnnie's canty ingle side. She frets an' greets, an' visits aft,
In hopes some lad will see her hame; But never ane will be sae daft
As tent auld Johnnie's flisky dame.
An' John will be a gaishen soon ;
His teeth are frae their sockets flown ; The hair peel'd aff his head aboon;
His face is milk-an'-water grown: His legs, that firm like pillars stood,
Are now grown toom an' unco sma'; She's reay'd him sair o’ flesh an' blood,
An' peace o' mind-the warst ava.
Let ilka lassie tak a man,
An' ilka callan tak a wife;
Or tine the sweetest joys o’ life,
Wha to the grave are hastin' on,
An' mind the fate o' Ettrick John.
An'a' ye lasses plump and fair,
Let pure affection guide your hand,
for gear or land.
An' ilka smile shall yield to wae, Ye'll mind the lang an' lanesome nights
O'Nell, the lassie o' the brae.
TUNE-Tow row row.
“I was a weaver, young an' free,
Sae frank an' cheery aye to meet wi', Until wi' ane unwary e'e
I view'd the charms o’ Bonny Beety.
Lack a day!
“I tauld her I had got a wound
Through sark an’ waistcoat frae her sweet e'e;
“ Ae day she cam wi' hanks o' yarn,
When wi' my wark my face was sweety ;
O ho, ho, hon!
“She laughs at me an' at my loom,
An' wi' the herd has made a treaty;
O how blind,
“But by my shuttle now I swear,
An' by the beam, if Wattie meet me,
Blood an' guts!
Thus sang the weaver at his wark,
An' wi' pure grief was like to greet aye,
He read—“Dear sir, my wedding-day
Is Friday neist, an' you maun meet me,
* O ho, hon
He raise-sat down-an' raise again
Ask'd Charlie if the day was sleety;
The web is red,
AYONT THE MOW AMANG THE
Tune-Andrew wi' his cutty Gun.
BLYTHLY hae I screw'd my pipes,
An' blythly play'd the lee-lang day, An' blyther been wi' bonny Bess
Ayont the mow amang the hay. When first I saw the bonny face
O Bessie, bloomin' in her teens, She wyl'd away this heart o' mine,
An' ca'd it fou o corkin' preens.
" At e'en when a’ the lave gae lie,
An' grannie steeks her waukrife e'e, Steal out when I the winnock tap,
Ahint the ha' I'll meet wi' thee."