THE LASS OF BRANKSOME O, the deil's in the lasses! they gang now sae braw, They'll lie down wi' auld men o' fourscore and twa: The haill o' their marriage is gowd and a carriage; Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw. Auld dotards, be wary! tak' tent wha you marry; Young wives, wi' their coaches, they'll whip and they'll ca', Till they meet with some Johnnie that's youthfu' and bonnie, And they'll gi'e ye horns on ilk haffet to claw. XVI THE LASS OF BRANKSOME (ALLAN RAMSAY) As I came in by Teviot side, And by the braes of Branksome, Young, smiling, sweet, and handsome; Her hair a shining wavy brown; THE LASS OF BRANKSOME Life glow'd upon her lip and cheek, Ae little coat, and bodice white, A thousand beauties of desert Before had scarce alarm'd me, Wha smil'd, and said, "Without a priest, I had nae heart to do her harm, ROSLIN CASTLE Since heaven had dealt to me a routh, Straight to the kirk I led her, There plighted her my faith and troth, And a young lady made her. XVII ROSLIN CASTLE (RICHARD HEWITT) 'Twas in that season of the year, Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung, Awake sweet muse! the breathing spring ROSLIN CASTLE O hark, my love, on ev'ry spray O come, my love! thy Colin's lay, Come while the muse this wreath shall twine Around that modest brow of thine. O hither haste, and with thee bring And charm this ravish'd breast of mine! O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE XVIII O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE (From Herd's MS.) O GIN my love were yon red rose, Down on that red rose I would fa'. O my love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie; She looks and smiles again to me. O gin my love were a pickle of wheat, And I mysel' a bonnie wee bird, Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee. O my love's bonnie, &c. O gin my love were a coffer o' gowd, I wad open the kist whene'er I list, O my love's bonnie, &c. |