BANNOCKS O' BARLEY.

TUNE-The Killogie.'

BANNOCKS o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the Highlandman's
Bannocks o' barley.
Wha in a brulzie

Will first cry a parley?
Never the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley.

Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley;
Wha in his wae-days
Were loyal to Charlie?
Wha but the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley.

Our sad decay in Church and State
Surpasses my descriving;
The Whigs came o'er us for a curse,
And we hae done with thriving.

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Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap, But we may see him wauken; Gude help the day when royal heads Are hunted like a maukin.

Awa Whigs, awa!

Awa Whigs, awa!

Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'.

PEG-A-RAMSEY.

TUNE-'Cauld is the e'enin' blast.

CAULD is the e'enin' blast
O' Boreas o'er the pool,
And dawin' it is dreary

When birks are bare at Yule.

O bitter blaws the e'enin' blast
When bitter bites the frost,
And in the mirk and dreary drift
The hills and glens are lost.

Ne'er sae murky blew the night
That drifted o'er the hill,
But bonie Peg-a-Ramsey
Gat grist to her mill.

COME BOAT ME O'ER TO
CHARLIE.

TUNE-'O'er the water to Charlie.'

COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er,
Come boat me o'er to Charlie;
I'll gie John Ross another bawbee,
To boat me o'er to Charlie.

We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea,

We'll o'er the water to Charlie ; Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,

And live or die wi' Charlie.

I lo'e weel my Charlie's name,

Tho' some there be abhor him:
But O, to see auld Nick gaun hame,
And Charlie's faes before him!

I swear and vow by moon and stars,
And sun that shines so early,
If I had twenty thousand lives,
I'd die as aft for Charlie.

We'll o'er the water and o'er the
sea,

We'll o'er the water to Charlie; Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,

And live or die with Charlie !

BRAW LADS OF GALLA WATER.

TUNE- Galla Water.

CHORUS.

Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
O braw lads of Galla Water!
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
And follow my love through the

water.

SAE fair her hair, sae brent her brow, Sae bonie blue her een, my dearie; Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou', The mair I kiss she's ay my dearie.

O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae,

O'er yon moss amang the heather; I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee, And follow my love through the water. Down amang the broom, the broom, Down amang the broom, my dearie, The lassie lost a silken snood, That cost her mony a blirt and bleary. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;

O braw lads of Galla Water: I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee, And follow my love through the

water.

COMING THROUGH THE RYE.

TUNE-'Coming through the rye.' COMING through the rye, poor body Coming through the rye, She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. Jenny's a' wat, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye.

Gin a body meet a body-Coming through the rye; Gin a body kiss a body-Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body

Coming through the glen, Gin a body kiss a body

Need the world ken? Jenny's a' wat, poor body; Jenny's seldom dry;

She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye.

THE LASS OF ECCLEFECHAN. TUNE- Jacky Latin.'

GAT ye me, O gat ye me,

O gat ye me wi' naething?
Rock and reel, and spinnin' wheel,
A mickle quarter basin.
Bye attour, my gutcher has

A hich house and a laigh ane,
A' forbye, my bonie sel',

The toss of Ecclefechan.

O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,
O haud your tongue and jauner ;

I held the gate till you I met,
Syne I began to wander :
I tint my whistle and my sang,

I tint my peace and pleasure;
But your green graff, now, Luckie
Laing,

Wad airt me to my treasure.

HAD I THE WYTE. TUNE- Had I the wyte she bade me.' HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,

Had I the wyte she bade me ; She watch'd me by the hie-gate side, And up the loan she shaw'd me; And when I wadna venture in,

A coward loon she ca'd me; Had kirk and state been in the gate, I lighted when she bade me.

Sae craftilie she took me ben,

And bade me make nae clatter;
For our ramgunshoch glum gudeman
Is out and owre the water:
Whae'er shall say I wanted grace,
When I did kiss and dawte her,
Let him be planted in my place,
Syne say I was the fautor.

Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refused her?
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly used her?
He clawed her wi' the ripplin-kame,

And blue and bluidy bruised her; When sic a husband was frae hame, What wife but had excused her?

I dighted ay her een sae blue,

And bann'd the cruel randy;
And weel I wat her willing mou'
Was e'en like sugar-candy.
A gloamin-shot it was I trow,

I lighted on the Monday;
But I cam through the Tysday's dew,
To wanton Willie's brandy.

HEE BALOU.

TUNE- The Highland balou.'
HEE balou! my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o' the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton chief
Wha got my young Highland thief.
Leeze me on thy bonie craigie,
An' thou live, thou'll steal a naigie :
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a Carlisle cow.
Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder:
Herry the louns o' the laigh countree,
Syne to the Highlands hame to me.

HER DADDIE FORBAD.
TUNE-Jumpin' John.'
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;
Forbidden she wadna be:

She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd
Wad taste sae bitterlie.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie,
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie.

A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,
And thretty gude shillin's and three;
A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's
dochter,

The lass with the bonie black ee.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie,
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin John
Beguiled the bonie lassie.

HERE'S TO THY HEALTH, MY

BONIE LASS.

TUNE-Laggan Burn.'

HERE'S to thy health, my bonie lass,

Gude night, and joy be wi' thee;
I'll come nae mair to thy bower door,
To tell thee that I lo'e thee.
O dinna think, my pretty pink,
But I can live without thee:
I vow and swear I dinna care
How lang ye look about ye.

Thou'rt ay sae free informing me
Thou hast nae mind to marry ;
I'll be as free informing thee

Nae time hae I to tarry.
I ken thy friends try ilka means,
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
Depending on some higher chance-
But fortune may betray thee.

I ken they scorn my low estate,
But that does never grieve me;
But I'm as free as any he,

Sma' siller will relieve me.

I count my health my greatest wealth, Sae lang as I'll enjoy it :

I'll fear nae scant, I'll bode nae want,
As lang's I get employment.

But far aff fowls hae feathers fair,
And ay until ye try them:
Tho' they seem fair, still have a care,
They may prove waur than I am.
But at twal at night, when the moon
shines bright,

My dear, I'll come and see thee;
For the man that lo'es his mistress weel
Nae travel makes him weary.

HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER.

TUNE-The Dusty Miller.
HEY, the dusty miller,
And his dusty coat ;
He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat.
Dusty was the coat,

Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss

That I got frae the miller.

Hey, the dusty miller,
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck.
Fills the dusty peck,

Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty miller.

THE CARDIN' O'T.
TUNE-Salt Fish and Dumplings.'

I COFT a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a coat to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo,
I lo'e him best of ony yet.

The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't;
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,

The tailor staw the lynin o't.

For though his locks be lyart gray,
And though his brow be beld aboon;
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
The pride of a' the parishen.

The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't; |
When ilka ell cost me a groat,
The tailor staw the lynin o't.

THE JOYFUL WIDOWER.

TUNE- Maggy Lauder'

I MARRIED with a scolding wife
The fourteenth of November;
She made me weary of my life,

By one unruly member.
Long did I bear the heavy yoke,
And many griefs attended;
But, to my comfort be it spoke,
Now, now her life is ended.

We lived full one-and-twenty years
A man and wife together;

At length from me her course she steer'd,
And gone I know not whither:
Would I could guess, I do profess,

I speak, and do not flatter, Of all the women in the world,

I never could come at her.