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 see thy love in battle. O, mount and go, LADY MARY-ANN. TUNE "CRAIGTOWN'S GROWING." O, LADY Mary-Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', She saw three bonnie boys Playing at the ba'; The youngest he was The flower amang them a'; O father! O father! We'll send him a year Round about his hat, And that will let them ken He's to marry yet. Lady Mary-Ann Was a flower i' the dew, Sweet was its smell, And bonnie was its hue! Young Charlie Cochran Was the sprout of an aik; And straught was its make: To shine for its sake, And it will be the brag 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 bonnie laddie's young, THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT.' OH! I am come to the low countrie, To buy a meal to me. It was na sae in the Highland hills, Nae woman in the country wide For then I had a score o' kye, And giving milk to me. And there I had three score o' yowes, Skipping on yon bonnie knowes, And casting woo' to me. 1 I do not know on what authority Mr. Cunningham assigns this Jacobite song to Burns; for I have heard old ladies sing it who remember its existence anterior to the poet's time.-Motherwell. I was the happiest of a' the clan, For Donald was the brawest lad, 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, MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle,' Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins, O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave: And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave. A board with sharp steel prongs for dressing hemp. 2 Repairing. RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE. TUNE "RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE." O RATTLIN,' roarin Willie, O Willie, come sell your fiddle, 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; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me! O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanced to meet; Mally's every way complete. It were more 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. O, SAD and heavy should I part, How true is love to pure desert, O, STEER HER UP. TUNE-" O STEER Her up, and haud her gaun.” up, 0, STEER2 her and haud her gaun First shore her wi' a kindly kiss, Trickling. 2 Stir. |