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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
THENIEL MENZIE'S BONIE MARY.
TUNE—'THE RUFFIAN'S RANT.'
In coming by the brig o' Dye,At Darlet we a blink did tarry;As day was dawin in the skyWe drank a health to bonie Mary.Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary;Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary;Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie,Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary.
Her een sae bright, her brow sae white,Her haffet locks as brown's a berry,An' ay they dimpled wi' a smileThe rosy cheeks o' bonie Mary,Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary,Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary;Charlie Gregor tint his plaidieKissin' Theniel's bonie Mary.
We lap an' danced the lee-lang day,Till piper lads were wae an' weary,But Charlie gat the spring to payFor kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary.Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary,Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary;Charlie Gregor tint his plaidieKissin' Theniel's bonie Mary.
THE FAREWELL.
TUNE—'IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING.'
It was a' for our rightfu' King,We left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' KingWe e'er saw Irish land,My dear;We e'er saw Irish land.
Now a' is done that men can do,And a' is done in vain;My love and native land farewell,For I maun cross the main,My dear;For I maun cross the main.
He turn'd him right and round aboutUpon the Irish shore;And gae his bridle-reins a shake,With adieu for evermore,My dear;With adieu for evermore.
The sodger from the wars returns,The sailor frae the main;But I hae parted frae my love,Never to meet again,My dear;Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and night is come,And a' folk bound to sleep;I think on him that's far awa',The lee-lang night, and weep,My dear;The lee-lang night, and weep.
RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE.
TUNE—'RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE.'
O rattlin', roarin' Willie,O, he held to the fair,An' for to sell his fiddle,An' buy some other ware;But parting wi' his fiddle,The saut tear blin't his ee;And rattlin', roarin' Willie,Ye're welcome hame to me!
O Willie, come sell your fiddle,O sell your fiddle sae fine;O Willie, come sell your fiddle,And buy a pint o' wine!If I should sell my fiddle,The warl' would think I was mad;For mony a rantin' dayMy fiddle and I hae had.
As I cam by Crochallan,I cannily keekit benRattlin', roarin' WillieWas sitting at yon board en',Sitting at yon board en',And amang guid companie;Rattlin', roarin' Willie,Ye're welcome hame to me!