HERE AWA, THERE AWA. HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud away hame ; Come to my bosom, my ain only deary, Tell me thou bring'st me, my Willie, the same. Winter winds blew, loud and cauld, at our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e; Welcome, now simmer, and welcome, my Willie; The simmer to Nature, my Willie to me. Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye lbreezes, row gently, ye billows ! And waft my dear Laddie once more to my arms. But ah, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie, low still between us, thou wide roaring main, May I rever see it, may I never trow it, ON A BANK OF FLOWERS. ON a bank of flow'rs one summer's day, For summer lightly dress'd, Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd, Her lips still as the fragrant breath'd, The springing lilies sweetly press'd, Wild wanton kiss'd her rival breast; Her robes, light waving in the breeze, Her lovely form, her native ease, All harmony and grace. Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, A flatt'ring ardent kiss he stole : As flies the partridge from the brake, So Nelly starting, half awake, But Willy follow'd, as he should, He overtook her in the wood, He vow'd, he pray'd, he found the maid, Forgiving all and good. TAM GLEN. My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, Some counsel unto me come len'; To anger them a' is a pity, But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? To anger them, &c. I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fallow, What care I, &c. There's Lowrie the laird o' Drumeller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen? My minnie does constantly deave me, They flatter, she says, to deceive me, My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, O wha will, &c. Yestreen at the valentine's dealing, For thrice, &c. The last halloween I was waukin Come counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry, Gin ye will, &c. A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk Adown a corn inclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, In a' its crimson glory spread, Within the bush, her covert nest, The dew sat chilly on her breast She soon shall see her tender brood, So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, That watch'd thy early morning.* AE AE DAY A BRAW WOOER. day a braw wooer came down the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me ; But I said there was nothing I hated like men, A weel stockit mailin, himsel' o't the laird, I said he might die when he liket for Jean, But what do you think! in a fortnight or less, This song was written during the winter of 1787. Miss J, C. daughter of a friend of the Bard, is the heroine. And a' the niest ouk as I fretted with care, But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink, I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthie and sweet, He begg'd me, for Gudesake! that I'd be his wife, Written and sung at a general Meeting of the EXCISE-OFFICES IN SCOTLAND. THE de'il cam fiddling thro' the town, And danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman ; And ilka auld wife cry'd Auld Mahoun, We wish you luck o' the prize, man.' CHORUS. 'We'll mak our maut, and brew our drink, There's threesome reels, and foursome reels, |