The Robin to the Wren's nest Cam keekin' in, camkeekin' in; O weel's me on your auld pow, Wad ye be in, wadye be in? Thou's ne'er getleave to lie without, And I within, and I within, Saelang's I haeanauldclout To rowe ye in, to rowe ye in.
Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o'green breckan, Wi' the burnstealing under the lang, yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yonhumble broom bowers Where the blue-bell and gowanlurk, lowly, unseen; For there, lightlytripping, among the wild flowers, A-list'ning
There was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; TillWar's loud alarms tore her laddiefraeher arms, Wi'mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear; And nochtcould him quail, orhis bosom assail, Butthe bonielass he
'Twas naher bonieblue e'ewas my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the dear smile when naebodydid mindus, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness: 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stownglance o' kindness. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Sairdo I fear that despair maunabide me, Buttho'
Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg orsteal; Alake, alake, the meikledeil Wi' a'his witches Are at it skelpin jig and reel, In my poor pouches? I modestly fu'fainwadhint it, That One-pound-one, I sairlywant it; If wi' the hizziedown ye sent it, It would be kind; And while my heart
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon the breir will be him trews an' doublet, The rose upon the breir will be him trewsan'doublet, WeeWillie Gray, and his leather wallet, Twice a lily-flower will be him sarkand cravat; Feathers of a flee
Why, why tell thy lover Bliss he never must enjoy"? Why, why undeceive him, And give all his hopes the lie? O why, while fancy, raptur'd slumbers, Chloris, Chloris all the theme, Why, why would'st thou, cruel- Wake thy lover from his dream?
Chorus-I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I'll aye ca' in by yontown, And see my bonieJean again. There's nane sall ken, there's nanecan guess What brings me back the gateagain, Butshe, my fairest faithfu' lass, And stownlinswe sallmeet again. I'll aye ca' in, &c. She'll wander bythe aikentree, When
'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bidthe world adieu, (A world 'gainst Peace in constant arms) To join the Friendly Few. Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Chill came the tempest's