FRAGMENTS

OF

SENTIMENTAL

AND

LOVE SONGS.

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To its own Tune.

OW can I be blyth or glad,

Or in my mind contented be,

When the bonny bonny lad that I loed beft,

Is banish'd from my company.

Though he is banish'd for my fake,

I his true love will still remain ;

But O that I was, and I wish I was

In the chamber where my true love is in.

I dare nae come to my true love,
I dare nae either sport or play,

For their evil evil tongues are going so gell,
That I must kiss and go my way.

Kiffing is but a foolish fancy,

It brings two lovers into fin;

But O that I was, and I wish I was
In the chamber where my love is in.

My true love is straight and tall,

I had nae will to say him nae,

For with his false, but sweet deluding tongue,
He ftole my very heart away.

The Lowlands of Holland.

Y love has built a bonny ship, and fet her on the fea,

M with feven fcore good mariners to bear her company;

There's three score is funk, and threescore dead at sea,
And the lowlands of Holland has twin'd my love and me.

My love he built another ship, and set her on the main,
And nane but twenty mariners for to bring her hame,
But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began to rout,
My love then and his bonny ship turn'd withershins about.

There shall neither coif come on my head, nor comb come in my hair ;

There shall neither coal nor candle light fhine in my bower mair,

Nor will I love another one until the day I die,

For I never lov'd a love but one, and he's drown'd in the sea.

O had your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be content,

There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need nae fair lament;
O! there is nane in Galloway, there's nane at a' for me,
For I never lov'd a love but ane, and he's drown'd in
the sea.

L'

LIZAE BAILLIE.

IZAE BAILLIE's to Gartartan gane,

To see her fifter JEAN;

And there she's met wi' DUNCAN GRÆME,

And he's convoy'd her hame.

"My bonny LIZAE BAILLIE,
I'll row ye in my plaidie,
And ye maun gang alang wi' me,
And be a Highland lady."

"I am fure they wad nae ca' me wife,
Gin I wad gang wi' you, Sir;
For I can neither card nor spin,
Nor yet milk ewe or cow, Sir."

"My bonny LIZAE BAILLIE,

Let nane o' these things daunt ye;
Ye'll hae nae need to card or spin,
Your mither weel can want ye."

Now she's caft aff her bonny shoen,
Made o' the gilded leather,
And she's put on her highland brogues,
To skip amang the heather:

And she's caft aff her bonny gown,

Made o' the filk and fattin,
And she's put on a tartan plaid,
To row amang the braken.

She wad nae hae a Lawland laird,
Nor be an English lady;

But she wad gang wi' DUNCAN GRÆME,
And row her in his plaidie.

She was nae ten miles frae the town,
When she began to weary;
She aften looked back, and said,
"Farewell to Castlecarry.

"The first place I saw my DUNCAN GRÆME

Was near yon holland bush.

My father took frae me my rings,

My rings but and my purse.

"But I wad nae gie my DUNCAN Græme

For a' my father's land,

Though it were ten times ten times mair, And a' at my command."

Now wae be to you, loggerheads,
That dwell near Castlecarry,
To let awa fic a bonny lass,
A Highlandman to marry.

GIN my love were yon red rose,

That grows upon the castle wa'!

And I myfell a drap of dew,

Into her bonny breast to fa'!

Oh, there beyond expreffion bleft

I'd feast on beauty a' the night; Seal'd on her filk-faft falds to rest,

Till flyed awa by Phoebus light.