For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house, When our gudeman's awa. Rise up and mak' a clean fireside; Gi'e little Kate her cotton gown, And mak' their shoon as black as slaes, There's twa fat hens upon the bauk1, Been fed this month and mair; Mak' haste and thraw2 their necks about, And mak' the table neat and clean, O gi'e me down my bigonet, For I maun tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town. My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on, My hose o' pearlin blue; 'Tis a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. Sae true his words, sae smooth nis speech, His breath's like caller air! His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair. And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy with the thought,— In troth, I'm like to greet". The cauld blasts o' the winter wind, But what puts parting in my head? The present moment is our ain, Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content, And will I see his face again? CA' THE Yowes. [ISABEL PAGAN. Born 1740; died 1821.] Ca' the yowes to the knowes 2, As I gaed down the water side, Will ye gang down the water side, 'the rest. ⚫ knolls. ⚫ rolls. I was bred up at nae sic school, Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet, If ye'll but stand to what ye've said, While waters wimple to the sea, THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. [JANE ELLIOT. Born 1727; died 1805.] I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting, before the dawn of day; But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning '; At bughts in the morning nae blythe lads are scorning3; The lasses are lanely, and dowie, and wae; Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leglin3, and hies her away. In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching- A loaning is a grass path through corn-fields for the use of the cattle. * sheep-pens. 9 teasing. men who bind up the sheaves. VOL IIL 4 8 hoary. 5 pail. K k • harvest. At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies' are roaming Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, We'll hear nae more lilting at our ewe-milking, LOGAN BRAES. [JOHN MAYNE. Born 1759; died 1836.] By Logan's streams that rin sae deep While my dear lad maun face his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Nae mair, at Logan kirk, will he, I weel may sing thae days are gane— At e'en, when hope amaist is gane, O! cou'd I see thae days again, FOR LACK OF GOLD. [ADAM AUSTIN, M.D. Born 1726? died 1774.] She me forsook for Athole's duke, And to endless woe she has left me, O. And for glittering show she's left me, O. No cruel fair shall ever nove My injur'd heart again to love; Through distant climates I must rove; JOHNNIE COPE'. [ADAM SKIRVING. Born 1719; died 1803.j Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar :-Charlie, meet me an ye daur, And I'll learn you the art o' war, If you'll meet wi' me i' the morni Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet? If ye were wauking, I wad wait To gang to the coals i' the morning. The reader need hardly be reminded that Sir John Cope commanded the English forces at Preston l'ans, and was defeated by the Young Pretender. |