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THE SONGS OF BURNS.

THERE WAS A LAD.

TUNE—'DAINTY DAVIE.'

There was a lad was born at Kyle,But what'n a day o' what'n a styleI doubt it's hardly worth the whileTo be sae nice wi' Robin.
Robin was a rovin' Boy,Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin';Robin was a rovin' Boy,Rantin, rovin' Robin.
Our monarch's hindmost year but aneWas five-and-twenty days begun,'Twas then a blast o' Janwar win'Blew hansel in on Robin.
The gossip keekit in his loof,Quo scho wha lives will see the proof,This waly boy will be nae coof,I think we'll ca' him Robin.
He'll hae misfortunes great and sma',But aye a heart aboon them a';He'll be a credit to us a',We'll a' be proud o' Robin.
But sure as three times three mak nine,I see by ilka score and line,This chap will dearly like our kin',So leeze me on thee, Robin.
Guid faith, quo' scho, I doubt you, Sir,Ye gar the lasses . . .But twenty fauts ye may hae waur,So blessings on thee, Robin!
Robin was a rovin' Boy,Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin';Robin was a rovin' Boy,Rantin' rovin' Robin.

THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME.

A SONG.

By yon castle wa', at the close of the day,I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey:And as he was singing, the tears fast down came—There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
The church is in ruins, the state is in jars,Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars;We dare na weel say't, but we ken wha's to blame—There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd;It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame—There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
Now life is a burden that bows me down,Sin' I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;But till my last moment my words are the same—There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.