Lady Onlie.

Tune - "The Ruffian's Rant."


I.

    A' the lads o' Thornie-bank,
        When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,
    They'll step in an' tak' a pint
        Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
            Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
                Brews good ale at shore o' Bucky;
            I wish her sale for her gude ale,
                The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

II.

    Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean,
        I wat she is a dainty chucky;
    And cheerlie blinks the ingle-gleed
        Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
            Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,
                Brews good ale at shore o' Bucky
            I wish her sale for her gude ale,
                The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

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The Book-Worms.

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To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan.

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Robin.

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The Heron Ballads. (Ballad Second.)

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Country Lassie.

Tune - "The Country Lass."


I.

    In simmer, when the hay was mawn,
        And corn wav'd green in ilka field,
    While claver blooms white o'er the lea,
        And roses blaw in ilka bield;
    Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel,
        Says, I'll be wed, come o't what will;
    Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild
        O' guid advisement comes nae ill.

II.

    It's ye hae wooers mony ane,
        And, lassie, ye're but young ye ken;
    Then wait a wee, and cannie wale,
        A routhie butt, a routhie ben:
    There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
        Fu' is his burn, fu' is his byre;
    Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,
        It's plenty beets the luver's fire.

III.

    For Johnie ...

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The Mauchline Lady.

Tune - "I had a horse, I had nae mair."


    When first I came to Stewart Kyle,
        My mind it was nae steady;
    Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,
        A mistress still I had ay:
    But when I came roun' by Mauchline town,
        Not dreadin' any body,
    My heart was caught before I thought,
        And by a Mauchline lady.

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What Can A Young Lassie.

Tune - "What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man."


I.

    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 that tempted my minnie
        To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'!

II.

    He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin',
        He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang;
    He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen,
        O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!
    He's doyl't and he's dozin', his bluid it is frozen,
        O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!

III.

    He hums and he ha...

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There Was A Lass.

Tune - "Duncan Davison."


I.

    There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
        And she held o'er the moors to spin;
    There was a lad that follow'd her,
        They ca'd him Duncan Davison.
    The moor was driegh, and Meg was skiegh,
        Her favour Duncan could na win;
    For wi' the roke she wad him knock.
        And ay she shook the temper-pin.

II.

    As o'er the moor they lightly foor,
        A burn was clear, a glen was green,
    Upon the banks they eas'd-their shanks,
        And ay she set the wheel between:
    But Duncan swore a haly aith,
        That Meg should be a bride the morn,
    Then Meg took up her spinnin' graith,
        And flang them a' out o'er the burn.

III.

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Last May A Braw Wooer.

Tune - "The Lothian Lassie."


I.

    Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
        And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
    I said there was naething I hated like men,
        The deuce gae wi'm, to believe, believe me,
        The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me!

II.

    He spak o' the darts in my bonnie black een,
        And vow'd for my love, he was dying;
    I said he might die when he liked for Jean,
        The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying,
        The Lord forgie me for lying!

III.

    A weel-stocked mailen - himsel' for the laird -
        And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
    I never loot on that I kenn'd it, or car'd,
        But thought I may hae waur offers, waur offers,<...

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My Love She's But A Lassie Yet.

Tune - "Lady Bandinscoth's Reel."


I.

    My love she's but a lassie yet,
        My love she's but a lassie yet,
    We'll let her stand a year or twa,
        Shell no be half so saucy yet.
    I rue the day I sought her, O;
        I rue the day I sought her, O;
    Wha gets her needs na say he's woo'd,
        But he may say he's bought her, O!

II.

    Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
        Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
    Gae seek for pleasure where ye will,
        But here I never miss'd it yet.
    We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
        We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
    The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
        An' could na preach for thinkin' o't.

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