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Tune - "The deuks dang o'er my daddie."


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The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout,
The deuks dang o'er my daddie, O!
The fien'-ma-care, quo' the feirrie auld wife,...

Tune - "Caledonian Hunt's Delight."


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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care!...

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Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fair;
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o' care!

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Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,...

Tune - "Robie donna Gorach."


I.

The Thames flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith, to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command:...

Tune. - "Bhannerach dhon na chri."


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How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,
With green spreading bushes, and flowers blooming fair!...

Tune - "Cameronian Rant."


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"O cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-muir,
And did the battle see, man?"...

Tune - "To daunton me."


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The blude red rose at Yule may blaw,
The simmer lilies bloom in snaw,
The frost may freeze the deepest sea;
But an auld man shall never daunton me....

Tune - "Bonnie wee thing."


I.

Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine....

Through and through the inspir'd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But oh! respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.

Tune - "The Braes o' Ballochmyle."


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The Catrine woods were yellow seen,
The flowers decay'd on Catrine lea,
Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
But nature sicken'd on the e'e....

The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush:...

On his text, MALACHI, iv. 2 - "And ye shall go forth, and grow up as CALVES of the stall."


Right, Sir! your text I'll prove it true,
Though Heretics may laugh;
For instance; there's yoursel' just now,...

Tune - "O mount and go."


Chorus.

O mount and go,
Mount and make you ready;
O mount and go,
And be the Captain's Lady.

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When the drums do beat,...

Tune - "Salt-fish and dumplings."


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I coft a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a wat to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo,
I lo'e him best of ony yet....

Tune - "Kellyburn Braes."


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There lived a carle on Kellyburn braes,
(Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme),
And he had a wife was the plague o' his days;...

Tune - "Hey ca' thro'."


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Up wi' the carles o' Dysart,
And the lads o' Buckhaven,
And the kimmers o' Largo,
And the lasses o' Leven.
Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',...

Tune - "Captain O'Kean."

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The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale;
The hawthorn trees blow in the dew of the morning,...

Tune - "Bab at the bowster."


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The cooper o' Cuddie cam' here awa,
And ca'd the girrs out owre us a'
And our gudewife has gotten a ca'
That anger'd the silly gude-man, O....

"Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure:
Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile,
The short and simple annals of the poor."

Gray


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In politics if thou would'st mix,
And mean thy fortunes be;
Bear this in mind, be deaf and blind;
Let great folks hear and see.