For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove, While o'er us undeeded flee the swift hours

o' love.

[rove, For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I While o'er us unheeded flee the swift hours o' love.

She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;
O' nice education but sma' is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be ;
But I loe the dear lassie because she loes me.
Her parentage humble as humble can be,
But I loe the dear lassie because she loes

me.

To beauty what man but maun yield him a

prize,

In her armour o' glances, and blushes, and sighs! [her darts, And when wit and refinement hae polish'd They dazzle our een as they flee to our hearts. And when wit and refinement hae polish'd [hearts. They dazzle our een, as they flee to our But kindness, sweet kindness in the fond sparkling e'e,

her darts,

her arms,

Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in [charms! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd [charms! Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering

in her arms,

YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE

PLAIN!

TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen.

YOUNG Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain;
Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
And reigned resistless king of love :
But now wi' sighs and starting tears,
He strays amang the woods and briers
Or in the glens and rocky caves
His sad complaining dowie raves.
I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear:
The slighted maids my torment see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree
While she my cruel scornfu' fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair!

YOUNG JOCKEY.

TUNE-Young Jockey.

YOUNG Jockey was the blythest lad
In a' our town or here awa:
Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud,
Fu' lightly danced he in the ha'.
He roosed me een, sae bonnie blue,
He roosed my waist sae genty sma',
And aye my heart came to my mou'
When ne'er a body heard or saw.

My Jockey toils upon the plain,

Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw: And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,

When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'
And aye the night comes round again,
When in his arms he takes me a',
And aye he vows he'll be my ain,
As lang's he has a breath to draw.

YOUNG PEGGY.

TUNE-Last time I came o'er the Muir.

YOUNG Peggy blooms our bonniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning :
Her eyes outshine the radiant beams
That gild the passing shower,
And glitter o'er the crystal streams,
And cheer each fresh'ning flower.

Her lips, more than the cherries bright,
A richer dye has graced them;
They charm th' admiring gazer's sight,
And sweetly tempt to taste them :
Her smile is, as the evening, mild,
When feather'd tribes are courting,
And little lambkins wanton wild,
In playful bands disporting.

Were fortune lovely Peggy's foe,
Such sweetness would relent her,
As blooming spring unbends the brow
Of surly savage winter.
Detraction's eye no aim can gain,
Her winning powers to lessen ;
And fretful envy grins in vain
The poison'd tooth to fasten.

Ye powers of honour, luve, and truth,
From every ill defend her;
Inspire the highly-favour'd youth,
The destinies intend her :
Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom,
And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.

YOUNG JESSIE.

TUNE-Bonnie Dundee.

TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks o' the

Ayr,

But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,

Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair : To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over; To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain ; Grace, beauty, and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, And sweet is the lily at evening close; But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: And still to her charms she alone is a stranger

Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'!

THE END.

THOMS, PRINTER, 12, WARWICK SQUARE.