Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, They witnessed in their shade yestreen. That crimson rose, how sweet and fair; The pathless wild and wimpling burn, OH, FOR ANE-AND-TWENTY, TAM. TUNE-The Moudiewort. CHORUS. AND oh, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, An' I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. They snool me sair, and haud me down, A glieb o' lan', a claut o' gear, Was left me by my auntie, Tam; They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, But hear'st thou, laddie-there's my loofI'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam. OH GIN MY LOVE WERE YON AIR-Hughie Graham. OH, gin my love were yon red rose Into her bonnie breast to fa'! Oh there, beyond expression blest, Oh, were my love yon lilach fair, When wearied on my little wing How I wad mourn, when it was torn OH LASSIE, ART THOU SLEEPING YET? TUNE-Let me in this ae Night. Oн lassie, art thou sleeping yet? CHORUS. Oh let me in this ae night, Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. The bitter blast that round me blaws OH LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS. Oн lay thy loof in mine, lass, And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to love's unbounded sway, There's mony a lass has broke my rest, Oh lay thy loof in mine, lass, OH LOVE WILL VENTURE IN. TUNE-The Posie. Oн luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen; Oh luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will down yon river rove, among the wood sae green— And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou'; The hyacinth for constancy, wi' its unchang.. ing blue And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there; The daisy's for simplicity, and unaffected air And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. The hawthorn I will pu' wi' its locks o' siller grey, Where, like an aged man, it stands at break of day. But the songster's nest within the bush I winna tak away And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. OH MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S OH Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. |