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There's Johnie o' the Buskie-glen,
Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; Tak this frae me, my bonnie hen,
It's plenty beets the luver's fire.
I dinna care a single flee;
He has nae luve to spare for me :
And weel I wat he loes me dear : Ae blink o' him I wad na gie
For Buskie-glen and a' his gear.
The canniest gate, the strife is sair
A hungry care's an unco care : But some will spend, and some will spare,
An' wilfu' folk maun hae their will ; Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair,
Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill.
gear will buy me rigs o' land,
And gear will buy me sheep and kye; But the tender heart o' leesome luve,
The gowd and siller canna buy. We may
poor, my Rob and I, Light is the burden luve lays on; Content and luve brings peace and joy,
What mair hae queens upon a throne?
TURN AGAIN, THOU FAIR ELIZA.
AIR.—THE BONNY BRUCKET LASSIE.
Ae kind blink before we part,
Canst thou break his faithfu' heart! Turn again, thou fair Eliza;
If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise !
The offence is loving thee:
Wha for thine wad gladly die !
While the life beats in my bosom, ,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe: Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow.
In the pride o' sinny noon;
All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture
That thy presence gi'es to me.
O LUVE WILL VENTURE IN, &c.
O LUVE will venture in where it dare na weel be
seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been ; But I will down yon river rove, amang the wood
II. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms
without a peer ; And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.