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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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Time and chance are but a tide,Ha, ha, &c.Slighted love is sair to bide,Ha, ha, &c.Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,For a haughty hizzie die?She may gae to—France for me!Ha, ha, &c.
How it comes let doctors tell,Ha, ha, &c.Meg grew sick—as he grew well,Ha, ha, &c.Something in her bosom wrings,For relief a sigh she brings;And O, her een, they spak sic things!Ha, ha, &c.
Duncan was a lad o' grace,Ha, ha, &c.Maggie's was a piteous case,Ha, ha, &c.Duncan couldna be her death,Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath;Now they're crouse and cantie baith!.Ha, ha, the wooing o't

O POORTITH.

TUNE—'I HAD A HORSE.'

O poortith cauld, and restless love,Ye wreck my peace between ye;Yet poortith a' I could forgive,An' 't werena for my Jeanie.O why should fate sic pleasure have,Life's dearest bands untwining?Or why sae sweet a flower as loveDepend on Fortune's shining?
This warld's wealth when I think on,Its pride, and a' the lave o't;Fie, fie on silly coward man,That he should be the slave o't.O why, &c.
Her een sae bonie blue betrayHow she repays my passion;But prudence is her o'erword aye,She talks of rank and fashion.O why, &c.
O wha can prudence think upon,And sic a lassie by him?O wha can prudence think upon,And sae in love as I am?O why, &c.
How blest the humble cotter's fate!He woos his simple dearie;The silly bogles, wealth and state,Can never make them eerie.O why should fate sic pleasure have,Life's dearest bands untwining?Or why sae sweet a flower as loveDepend on Fortune's shining?

LORD GREGORY.

O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,And loud the tempest's roar;A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r,Lord Gregory, ope thy door.
An exile frae her father's ha',And a' for loving thee;At least some pity on me shaw,If love it mayna be.
Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove,By bonie Irwine side,Where first I own'd that virgin-love,I lang, lang had denied?
How aften didst thou pledge and vow,Thou wad for aye be mine!And my fond heart, itsel sae true,It ne'er mistrusted thine.
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