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

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

Chorus-O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sellmy hose, and pawn my shoon- Gude ale keeps my heart aboon! I had saxowsenin a pleugh, And they drew a' weeleneugh: I sell'dthem a'just anebyane- Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c. Gude ale hauds

Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me bythe hie-gate side, And up the loanshe shaw'd me. And when I wadna venture in, A coward loonshe ca'd me: Had Kirkan' State been in the gate, I'd lighted when she bade me. Sae craftilie she took

O tell na me o'wind an'rain, Upbraid name wi'caulddisdain, Gaeback the gateye camagain, I winna let ye in, jo. Chorus-I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ancefor a'this aenight, I winnalet ye in, jo. The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pours Is nochtto what

How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter Has buta choice of strife; To shun a tyrant Father's hate- Become a wretched Wife. The ravening hawk pursuing, The trembling dove thus flies, To shun impelling ruin, Awhile her pinions tries; Till, of

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