OUR THRISSLES FLOURISHED FRESH AND FAIR. Wha in a brulzie Will first cry a parley? The bannocks o' barley. Bannocks o' bear meal, The bannocks o' barley. OUR THRISSLES1 FLOURISHED FRESH AND FAIR. TUNE-"AWA, WHIGS, AWA." CHORUS. Awa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, OUR thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, Our ancient crown's fa'en in the dust- Our sad decay in Church and State Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap, Awa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. Thistles. 397 PEG-A-RAMSEY. TUNE "CAULD IS THE E'ENIN' BLAST." CAULD is the e'enin' blast When birks are bare at Yule. O bitter blaws the e'enin' blast Ne'er sae murky blew the nigh COME BOAT ME O'ER TO CHARLIE.1 COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, I'll gie John Ross another bawbee, To boat me o'er to Charlie. We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go, I lo'e weel my Charlie's name, If I had twenty thousand lives, I'd die as aft for Charlie. We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go, 1 An old song, restored by Burns. BRAW LADS OF GALLA WATER. TUNE-" GALLA WATER.' CHORUS. وو Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; SAE fair her hair, sae brent1 her brow, O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae, And follow my love through the water. Down amang the broom, the broom, Down amang the broom, my dearie, The lassie lost a silken snood, That cost her mony a blirt and bleary.2 O braw lads of Galla Water: And follow my love through the water. COMING THROUGH THE RYE. COMING through the rye, poor body, Jenny's a' wat, poor body, Gin a body meet a body She draiglet a' her petticoatie, THE LASS OF ECCLEFECHAN. TUNE "JACKY LATIN." GAT ye me, O gat ye me, O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing, O haud your tongue and jauner ;4 I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now, Luckie Laing, EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION. TUNE-" GILLICRANKIE." LORD ADVOCATE. HE clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it: He gaped for't, he graped for't, He fand it was awa, man; But what his common sense came short, 1 Besides. 2 Grandsire. 3 Toast. • Talking. 1 Blame. MR. ERSKINE. Collected, Harry stood awee, And ey'd the gathering storm, man; eyes, HAD I THE WYTE. TUNE-" HAD I THE WYTE SHE BADE ME." HAD I the wyte,1 had I the wyte, And up A coward loon she ca'd me; Had kirk and state been in the gate, Sae craftilie she took me ben, Could I for shame, could I for shame, 2 Milking-place. ; 3 Fond. Ꭰ Ꭰ |