AE FOND KISS

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her and love forever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met, or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

DUNCAN GRAY

Duncan Gray cam here to woo

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!), On blythe Yule Night when we were fou

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!). Maggie coost her head fu' high, Looked asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!

Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!); Meg was deaf as Ailsa craig

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!). Duncan sighed baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't an' blin', Spak o’lowpin o'er a linn

Ha, ha, the wooing o't! Time and chance are but a tide

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!): Slighted love is sair to bide

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!). ‘Shall I, like a fool,' quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die? She may gae to-France for me!

Ha, ha, the wooing o't! How it comes let doctors tell

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!): Meg grew sick as he grew hale

(Ha, ha, thę wooing o't!);
Something in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings;
And O her een, they spak sic things!

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Duncan was a lad o' grace

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!). Maggie's was a piteous case

(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!): Duncan could na be her death, Swelling pity smoored his wrath; Now they're crouse and canty baith

Ha, ha, the wooing o't!

HIGHLAND MARY

Ye banks and braes and streams around

The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods and fair your flowers,

Your waters never drumlie!

There Summer first unfald her robes,

And there the langest tarry! For there I took the last fareweel

O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As, underneath their fragrant shade,

I clasped her to my bosom!
The golden hours, on angel wings,

Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life

Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace,

Our parting was fu' tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder.
But O fell Death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early!
Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay

That wraps my Highland Mary! O pale, pale now those rosy lips

I aft hae kissed sae fondly! And closed for ay' the sparkling glance

That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mouldering now in silent dust

That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core

Shall live my Highland Mary!

SCOTS, WHA HAE

Scots, wha hae wi? Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour!
See the front o’ battle lour!
See approach proud Edward's power-

Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave ?

Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa',

Let him follow me!

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!

Let us do or die!

IS THERE FOR HONEST POVERTY

[A Man's A MAN FOR A' THAT] Is there for honest poverty

That hings his head, an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by,–

We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that,

Our toils obscure, an' a' that: The rank is but the guinea's stamp;

The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man for a' that, For a' that, an' a' that,

Their tinsel show, an' a' that: The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,

Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie ca'd 'a lord,'

Wha struts, an' stares, an'a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,

He's but a cuif for a' that,
For a' that, an' a' that,

His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind,

He looks 'an' laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,

A marquis, duke, an' a' that!
But an honest man's aboon his might;

Guid faith, he mauna fa’ that!
For a' that, an' a' that,

Their dignities, an' a' that:
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth

Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may

(As come it will for a’ that),
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,

Shall bear the gree, an' a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,

It's comin yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world o’er,

Shall brithers be for a' that.

LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,

And sair wi' his love he did deave me:
I said there was naething I hated like men;

The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me,
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me!

He spak o' the darts in my bonie black een,

And vowed for my love he was dyin:
I said he might die when he liket for Jean;

The Lord forgie me for lyin, for lyin,
The Lord forgie me for lyin!