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Others seek they kenna what,
Let love sparkle in her ee,
Colours mingled unco fine,
Until my fancy first approve.
Allan Ramsay inserted this song in his "Miscellany "with the signature Q, to signify that it was old, with additions by himself. The air is also very ancient.
MY WIFE HAS TA'EN THE GEE.
ANONYMOUS. From Herd's Collection, 1776.
A FRIEND o' mine cam' here yestreen,
To drink a bottle o' ale wi' him
In the neist burrows toun.
But oh, indeed, it was, sir,
Sae far the waur for me;
We sat sae late and drank sae stout,
That lang or e'er the midnight cam',
My wife sits at the fireside,
And the tear blinds aye her ee;
The ne'er a bed wad she gang to,
But sit and tak' the gee.
In the mornin' sune, when I cam' doun,
But mony a sad and sour look,
And aye her head she'd shake.
'My dear," quo' I, "what aileth thee,
To look sae sour on me?
I'll never do the like again,
When that she heard, she ran, she flang
And twenty kisses in a crack
SIR JOHN CLERK, of Pennycuick, Bart.; born about the year 1680, died 1755. From the "Charmer," Edinburgh, 1751.
MERRY may the maid be
That marries the miller,
For foul day and fair day
He's aye bringing till her;
He's aye a penny in his purse
And gin she please, a good fat cheese,
When Jamie first did woo me,
I spier'd what was his calling:
And that his house was warm and couth,
Behind the door a bag of meal,
Of good hard cakes his mither bakes,
Was standin' in the byre;
Whilst lazy puss, with mealy mous,
Good signs are these, my mither says,
And bids me tak' the miller;
For foul day and fair day
He's aye bringing till her:
For meal and malt she does na want,
In winter, when the wind and rain
With nut-brown ale he tells his tale,
Who'd be a king—a petty thing,
When a miller lives so happy?
This song originally appeared in the "Charmer" without the concluding stanza. It was afterwards added by the author, at that time one of the Scottish judges.
ARGYLL IS MY NAME.
JOHN Duke of Argyll and Greenwich, born 1680, died 1743.
ARGYLL is my name, and you may think it strange
Adieu to the courtie of London town,
Where a' the braw lasses, wha ken me weel,
I will quickly lay down my sword and my gun,
I'll buy a rich garment to gi'e to my dear,
Gin Maggie should chance to bring me a son,
Then fare ye weel, citizens, noisy men,
And nae langer will live in hurry and strife;
I'll aff to the Highlands as hard's I can reel,
And whang at the bannocks o' barley meal.
This song is generally attributed to the celebrated Duke of Argyll, but the statement does not appear to rest on sufficient authority. There is no doubt, however, that it was written of, if not by him.
GIN YE MEET A BONNIE LASSIE.
ALLAN RAMSAY. Air-"Fie, gar rub her ower wi' strae."
ye meet a bonnie lassie,
Gi'e her a kiss and let her gae ;
But if ye meet a dirty hizzie,
Fie, gar rub her ower wi' strae.
Of ilka joy when ye are young,
And lay ye twa-fauld ower a rung.
Sweet youth's a blythe and heartsome time:
Before it wither and decay.
When Jenny speaks below her breath,
you if she kep ony skaith.
Haith, ye're ill-bred, she'll smilin' say,
Now to her heavin' bosom cling,