I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has raptures to give.
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It was upon a Lammas night,
Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,I held away to Annie:The time flew by wi’ tentless heedTill ‘tween the late and early,Wi’ sma’ persuasion, she agreedTo see me thro’ the barley.Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,An’ corn rigs are bonnie:I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.The sky was blue, the wind was still,The moon was…
Chorus—O gude ale comes and gude ale goes;
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon—Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!I HAD sax owsen in a pleugh,And they drew a’ weel eneugh:I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane—Gude ale keeps the heart aboon!O gude ale comes, &c.Gude ale hauds me bare and busy,Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie,Stand i’ the stool when…
GANE is the day, and mirk’s the night,
Gude ale and bratdy’s stars and moon,And blue-red wine’s the risin’ sun.Chorus.—Then gudewife, count the lawin,The lawin, the lawin,Then gudewife, count the lawin,And bring a coggie mair.There’s wealth and ease for gentlemen,And simple folk maun fecht and fen’;But here we’re a’ in ae accord,For ilka man that’s drunk’s a lord.Then gudewife, &c.My coggie is a…
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
From some of your northern deities sprung,(Who knows not that brave Caledonia’s divine?)From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:Her heav’nly relations there fixed her reign,And pledg’d her their godheads to warrant it good.A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,The pride of her kindred,…
When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r,Far south the lift,Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r,Or whirling drift:Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,While burns, wi’ snawy wreeths upchoked,Wild-eddying swirl,Or thro’ the mining outlet bocked,Down headlong hurl.List’ning, the doors an’ winnocks rattle,I thought me on the ourie cattle,Or silly sheep, wha bide…
O, were my love yon lilac fair
And I a bird to shelter there,When wearied on my little wing.How I wad mourn when it was tornBy Autumn wild and Winter rude!But I wad sing on wanton wingWhen youthfu May its bloom renew’d.O, gin my love were yon red rose,That grows upon the castle wa’,And I mysel a drap o’ dewInto her bonie…