She draiglet a’ her petticoatie
Coming thro’ the rye.
O, Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body;
Jenny’s seldom dry;
She draiglet a’ her petticoatie
Coming thro’ the rye.
Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro’ the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need a body cry?
Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro’ the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need the warld ken?
That I may drink, before I go,A service to my bonnie lassie.The boat rocks at the pier o’ Leith,Fu’ loud the wind blaws frae the ferry,The ship rides by the Berwick-law,And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.The trumpets sound, the banners fly,The glittering spears are ranked ready;The shouts o’ war are heard afar,The battle closes…
Prepar’d Power’s proudest frown to brave,Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;Virtue alone who dost revere,Thy own reproach alone dost fear—Approach this shrine, and worship here.
They’ll step in an’ tak a pintWi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.Chorus.—Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,Brews gude ale at shore o’ Bucky;I wish her sale for her gude ale,The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.Her house sae bien, her curch sae cleanI wat she is a daintie chuckie;And cheery blinks the ingle-gleedO’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!Lady…
He’s blest—if, as he brew’d, he drink,In upright, honest morals.
How sweet unto that breast to cling,And round that neck entwine her!Her lips are roses wat wi’ dew,O’ what a feast her bonie mou’!Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,A crimson still diviner!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae fu’ o’ care!Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie birdThat sings upon the bough;Thou minds me o’ the happy daysWhen my fause Luve was true.Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie birdThat sings beside thy mate;For sae I sat, and sae I sang,And wist na o’ my fate.Aft…
