A man may drink and no be drunk;
A man may fight and no be slain;
A man may kiss a bonny lass,
And aye be welcome back again.

LADY ONLIE.

TUNE-The Ruffian's Rant.

A' THE lads o' Thornie-bank,

When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in and tak a pint Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky! Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!

Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; I wish her sale for her guid ale, The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

fire

Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean, pleasant
I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And cheerlie blinks the ingle-gleed
Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!

Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her guid ale,
The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

THE PLOUGHMAN.

Of this piece, the two last verses only are by Burns. For the longer song, including them, reference may be made to the Museum.

THE ploughman he's a bonny lad,

His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.

Then up wi't a', my ploughman lad,
And hey my merry ploughman ;
Of a' the trades that I do ken,
Commend me to the ploughman.

I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been at St. Johnston;
The bonniest sight that e'er I saw,
Was the ploughman laddie dancin'.
Up wi't, etc.

Snaw-white stockings on his legs,
And siller buckles glancin';
A guid blue bonnet on his head,
And oh, but he was handsome.
Up wi't, etc.

MY HOGGIE.

WHAT will I do gin my hoggie1 die,
My joy, my pride, my hoggie?
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And oh, but I was vogie.

The lee-lang night we watched the fauld,
Me and my faithfu' doggie,

We heard nought but the roaring linn,
Amang the braes sae scroggie.

But the howlet cried frae the castle wa',

The blutter frae the boggie,

The tod replied upon the hill
I trembled for my hoggie.

mire-snipe

When day did daw and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggie,

fox

An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke, strange dog-wall And maist has killed my hoggie.

1" Hoggie, a young sheep after it is smeared, and before it is first shorn."- STENHOUSE.

2 Full of stunted bushes.

SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.

TUNE-Aye Waukin 0.

This is an old song, upon which Burns appears to have made only a few alterations.

SIMMER'S a pleasant time,
Flowers of every colour;

The water rins o'er the heugh,
And I long for my true lover.

Aye waukin O,

Waukin still and wearie:

Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie.

When I sleep I dream,
When I wauk I'm eerie :
Sleep I can get nane

For thinking on my dearie.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the lave are sleeping;

I think or. my bonny lad,

And bleer my e'en wi' greetin'

fall

timorous

rest

FIRST WHEN MAGGY WAS MY CARE.

TUNE-Whistle o'er the Lave o't.

FIRST when Maggy was my care,
Heaven I thought was in her air;
Now we're married - spier nae mair-
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Bonny Meg was Nature's child;
Wiser men than me's beguiled –
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we 'gree,
I care na by how few may see
Whistle o'er the lave o't.
Wha I wish were maggots' meat,
Dished up in her winding-sheet,

inquin

about it