There's Death in the cup, so beware! Nay, more-there is danger in touching; Butwho can avoid the fellsnare, The man and his wine's so bewitching!

Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, Will ye go to the Hielands wi'me? Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, My pride and my darling to be.

Chorus-Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. As I was walking up the street, A barefitmaid I chanc'd to meet; ButO the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet. Mally's meek, &c. It were mairmeet that those fine feet Were weellaced up in

There's news, lassies, news, Gude news I've to tell! There's a boatfu' o'lads Come to our town to sell. Chorus-The wean wants a cradle, And the cradle wants a cod: I'll no gang to my bed, Until I get a nod. Father, quo'she, Mither, quo she, Do what you can, I'll nogangto my bed, Until

Chorus-O aye my wife she dangme, An' aftmy wife she bang'd me, If ye giea woman a' her will, Gudefaith! she'll soon o'er-gang ye. On peace an'rest my mindwas bent, And, fool I was! I married; Butnever honest man's intent Sane cursedly miscarried. O aye my wife, &c. Some sairiecomfort at the last, When a'thirdays

O bonie was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonieshe, and ah, how dear! It shaded fraethe e'enin sun. Yonrosebuds in the morning dew, How pure, amangthe leaves saegreen; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen. All in its rude and prickly bower, That