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THE SONGS OF BURNS.

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HAD I THE WYTE.

TUNE—'HAD I THE WYTE SHE BADE ME.'

Had I the wyte, had I the wyte,Had I the wyte she bade me;She watch'd me by the hie-gate side,And up the loan she shaw'd me;And when I wadna venture in,A coward loon she ca'd me;Had kirk and state been in the gate,I lighted when she bade me.

Sae craftilie she took me ben,And bade me make nae clatter;'For our ramgunshoch glum gudemanIs out and owre the water:Whae'er shall say I wanted grace,When I did kiss and dawte her,Let him be planted in my place,Syne say I was the fautor.

Could I for shame, could I for shame,Could I for shame refused her,And wadna manhood been to blame,Had I unkindly used her?He clawed her wi' the ripplin-kame,And blue and bluidy bruised her;When sic a husband was frae hame,What wife but had excused her?

I dighted ay her een sae blue,And bann'd the cruel randy;And weel I wat her willing mou'Was e'en like sugar-candy.A gloamin-shot it was I trow,I lighted on the Monday;But I cam through the Tysday's dew,To wanton Willie's brandy.

HER DADDIE FORBAD.

TUNE—'JUMPIN' JOHN.'

Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;Forbidden she wadna be:She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'dWad taste sae bitterlie.The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' JohnBeguiled the bonie lassie,The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' JohnBeguiled the bonie lassie.

A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,And thretty gude shillin's and three;A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,The lass with the bonie black e'e.The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' JohnBeguiled the bonie lassie,The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' JohnBeguiled the bonie lassie.

HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER.

TUNE—'THE DUSTY MILLER.'

Hey, the dusty miller,And his dusty coat;He will win a shilling,Or he spend a groat.Dusty was the coat,Dusty was the colour,Dusty was the kissThat I got frae the miller.

Hey, the dusty miller,And his dusty sack;Leeze me on the callingFills the dusty peck.Fills the dusty peck,Brings the dusty siller;I wad gie my coatieFor the dusty miller.