IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONIE FACE. Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her; But sure her soul is not in hell, The deil would ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice Tearing the clouds asunder. THENIEL MENZIE'S BONIE TUNE- The Ruffian's rant.' IN coming by the brig o' Dye, Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary; Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. Her een sae bright, her brow sae white, Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. We lap an' danced the lee-lang day, Till piper lads were wae an' weary, But Charlie gat the spring to pay For kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary. Theniel Menzie's bonie Mary, THE FAREWELL. TUNE-It was a' for our rightful' King' IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain ; My love and native land farewell, For I maun cross the main, My dear; For I maun cross the main. 257 But what was said, or what was done, To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, To the weavers gin ye go; I rede you right gang ne'er at night, To the weavers gin ye go. LOVELY DAVIES. TUNE - Miss Muir. O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try Each eye it cheers, when she appears, Like Phoebus in the morning, As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, Her smile's a gift, frae 'boon the lift, My Muse to dream of such a theme, Her feeble powers surrender; The eagle's gaze alone surveys The sun's meridian splendour: I wad in vain essay the strain, The deed too daring brave is; I'll drap the lyre, and mute admire The charms o' lovely Davies. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA. Success to Kenmure's band, Willie ! O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie ! May Kenmure's lord come hame. THE CAPTAIN'S LADY. TUNE-'O mount and go.' CHORUS. O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. WHEN the drums do beat, And the cannons rattle, O mount and go, Mount and make you ready; O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. 260 MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. LADY MARY ANN. Looks o'er the castle wa', The flower amang them a'; O father! O father! Lady Mary Ann Was a flower i' the dew, And bonie was its hue! 1 Was the sprout of an aik; Bonie and bloomin' And straught was its make: The sun took delight To shine for its sake, And it will be the brag O' the forest yet. The simmer is gane When the leaves they were green, And the days are awa That we hae seen : But far better days I trust will come again, For my bonie laddie's young, But he's growin' yet. THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S OH! I am come to the low countrie, It was nae sae in the Highland hills, For then I had a score o' kye, And there I had three score o' yowes, I was the happiest of the clan, Till Charlie Stewart cam at last, My Donald's arm was wanted then, Their waefu' fate what need I tell, Oh! I am come to the low countrie, Nae woman in the world wide MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle, O merry hae I been cloutin a kettle, And kissin' my Katie when a' was done. O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. O a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave: RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE. TUNE- Rattlin, roarin' Willie.' O RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, The saut tear blin't his ee; Ye're welcome hame to me! O Willie, come sell your fiddle, O Willie, come sell your fiddle, If I should sell my fiddle, 261 The warl' would think I was mad; For mony a rantin' day My fiddle and I hae had. As I cam by Crochallan, Was sitting at yon board en', And amang guid companie ; Ye're welcome hame to me! O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanced to meet; But O the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet. It were mair meet that those fine feet Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck, And her two eyes, like stars in skies, Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck. O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. |