'TWAS within a mile of Edinbro' town, In the rosy time of the year; Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down, And each shepherd woo'd his dear. Bonnie Jocky, blythe and gay, Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay: The lassie blush'd, and frowning cried, "No, no, it will not do: I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to." WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO' TOWN. Jocky was a wag that never would wed, And merrily turn'd up the grass. Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily: Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cried, "No, no, it will not do; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to." But when he vow'd he would make her his bride, Though his flocks and herds were not few, She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd for ever be true. Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily: At church she no more frowning said, "No, no, it will not do; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to." ALLEN-A-DALE has no faggot for burning, The baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, Allen-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight, Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright; Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord, Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word; And the best of our nobles his bonnet will vail, Who at Rere-cross on Stanmore meets Allen-a-Dale. Allen-a-Dale to his wooing is come; The mother, she ask'd of his household and home: Though the castle of Richmond stands fair on the hill, My hall," quoth bold Allen, " shows gallanter still; 'Tis the blue vault of heav'n, with its crescent so pale, And with all its bright spangles!" said Allen-a-Dale. |