3 For then I had a score o' kye, Och-on, och-on, och-rie! 4 And there I had three score o' yowes, 5 I was the happiest o' a clan, 6 Till Charlie Stuart cam' at last My Donald's arm was wanted then, 7 Their waefu' fate what need I tell, 8 Oh, I am come to the low countrie, Nae woman in the world wide OH, LEEZE ME ON MY WEE THING. 1 Он, leeze me on my wee thing, 2 Though warld's care we share o't, THE CAPTAIN'S LADY. TUNE-' Oh, mount and go.' 1 WHEN the drums do beat, CHORUS. Oh, mount and go, Mount and make you ready; Oh, mount and go, And be the captain's lady. 2 When the vanquish'd foe To the shades we'll go, And in love enjoy it. WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS. 1 WHEN I think on the happy days And now what lands between us lie, 2 How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, It wasna sae ye glinted by EPISTLE TO JOHN TAYLOR. 1 WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, 2 Poor slip-shod giddy Pegasus 3 Obliging Vulcan fell to work, Threw by his coat and bonnet, 4 Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead, My Pegasus is poorly shod- ROBERT BURNS. SHELAH O'NEIL. 1 WHEN first I began for to sigh and to woo her, Left Ireland, and whisky, and Shelah O'Neil ! 2 Then tired and dull-hearted, oh then I deserted, I fought every battle, where cannons did rattle, Felt sharp shot, alas! and the sharp pointed steel; But, in all my wars round, thank my stars, I ne'er found Aught so sharp as the tongue of curs'd Shelah O'Neil. |