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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
O had she but been of a lower degree,I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me;O how past describing had then been my bliss,As now my distraction no words can express!
MY AIN KIND DEARIE O.
When o'er the hill the eastern starTells bughtin-time is near, my jo;And owsen frae the furrow'd fieldReturn sae dowf and wearie O;Down by the burn, where scented birksWi' dew are hanging clear, my jo,I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,My ain kind dearie O.
In mirkest glen, at midnight hour,I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie OIf thro' that glen I gaed to thee,My ain kind dearie O.Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild,And I were ne'er sae wearie O,I'd meet thee on the lea-rig,My ain kind dearie O.
The hunter lo'es the morning sun,To rouse the mountain deer, my jo;At noon the fisher seeks the glen,Along the burn to steer, my jo;Gie me the hour o' gloamin grey,It maks my heart sae cheery O,To meet thee on the lea-rig,My ain kind dearie O.
MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING.
She is a winsome wee thing,She is a handsome wee thing,She is a bonie wee thing,This sweet wee wife o' mine.
I never saw a fairer,I never lo'ed a dearer,And neist my heart I'll wear her,For fear my jewel tine.
She is a winsome wee thing,She is a handsome wee thing,She is a bonie wee thing,This sweet wee wife o' mine.
The warld's wrack, we share o't,The warstle and the care o't;Wi' her I'll blythely bear it,And think my lot divine.
DUNCAN GRAY.
Duncan Gray came here to woo,Ha, ha, the wooing o't,On blithe yule night when we were fou,Ha, ha, the wooing o't.Maggie coost her head fu' high,Look'd asklent and unco skeigh,Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd;Ha, ha, &c.Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,Ha, ha, &c.Duncan sigh'd baith out and in,Grat his een baith bleer't and blin'Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn;Ha, ha, &c.