V.

A country lad is my degree,

An' few there be that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O.

VI.

My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, O;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a', my Nannie, O.

VII.

Our auld Guidman delights to view
His fheep an' kye thrive bonie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.

VIII.

Come weel come woe, I care na hy,

I'll tak what Heav'n will fen' me, O;

Nae ither care in life have I,

But live, an' love, my Nannie, O..

GREEN GROW THE RASHES.

A FRAGMENT.

CHORUS.

Green grow the rafbes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The fweeteft hours that e'er I spend,
Are fpent amang the laffes, O.

THERE

I.

HERE's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that paffes, O;
What fignifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the laffes, O.

The warly race may riches chafe,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at laft they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, &c.

III.

But gie me a cauny hour at e'en,
My arms about my Dearie, O;
An' warly cares, an' warly men,
May a' gae tapfalteerie, O!

Green grow, &c.

IV.

For you fac doufe, ye fneer at this, Ye're nought but fenfeless affes, O; The wisest Man the warl' faw,

He dearly lov'd the laffes, O.

Green grow, &c.

V.

Auld Nature fwears, the lovely Dears
Her nobleft work fhe claffes, O;

Her prentice han' fhe try'd on man,
An' then she made the laffes, O.

Green grow, &c.

SON G.

Tune, Jockey's Gray Breeks.

I.

AGAIN rejoicing Nature fees

Her robe affume its vernal hues ; Her leafy locks wave in the breeze All freshly steep'd in morning dews,

CHORU S.*

And mun I fill on Meniet doat,

And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e! For its jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be!

II.

In vain to me the cowlips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets fpring;

In vain to me in glen or fhaw,

The mavis and the lintwhite fing.

And maun I fill, &c.

*This chorus is part of a fong compofed by a gentleman

in Edinburgh, a particular friend of the Author's.

Menie is the common abbreviation of Mariamne.

III.

The merry Ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie Seedsman stalks,
But life to me's a weary dream,

A dream of ane that never wauks.

And maun I fill, &c.

IV.

The wanton coot the water fkims,
Amang the reeds the ducklings cry,

The ftately fwan majestic swims,
And ev'ry thing is bleft but I,

And maun I fill, &c..

ས.

The Sheep-herd fteeks his faulding flap,
And owre the moorlands whiftles fhrill,
Wi' wild, unequal, wand ring step

I meet him on the dewy hill.

And maun I fill, &c.

VI.

And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daify's fide,
And mounts and fings on flittering wings,
A woe-worn ghaift I hameward glide.

And maun 1 fil, &c.

VII.

Come Winter, with thine angry howl,

And raging bend the naked tree;