Chorus-This is no my ain lassie, Fair tho, the lassie be; Weel kenI my ainlassie, Kind love is in her e're. I see a form, I see a face, Ye weelmay wi'the fairest place; It wants, to me, the witching grace, The kind love that's in her e'e. This is no my ain, &c. She's

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

Jockey's taenthe parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a'my bliss, Nought butgriefs with me remain, Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain! Spare my Love, thou feath'ry snaw, Drifting o'er the frozen plain! When the shades of evening creep O'er the day's fair, gladsome

Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all that princely pride. Markyonder, &c. (four lines repeated). What are the showy treasures, What are the noisy pleasures? The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art: The polish'd jewels' blaze May draw the wond'ring gaze;

O watye whathat lo'es me And has my heart a-keeping? O sweet is she that lo'es me, As dews o' summer weeping, In tears the rosebuds steeping! Chorus-O that's the lassie o' my heart, My lassie ever dearer; O she's the queen o' womankind, And ne'er a ane to peer her. If thou shalt meet

Chorus-O wat ye wha'sin yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That e'ening sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders byyon spreading tree; How blest ye flowers that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e! O wat ye wha's,

Wilt thou be my Dearie? When Sorrow wring thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee! Bythe treasure of my soul, That's the love I bearthee: I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my Dearie! Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my Dearie! Lassie, say thou lo'es

Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain, Thro' a' our lasses he did rove, And reign'd resistless King of Love. Butnow, wi'sighs and starting tears, He strays amangthe woods and breirs; Orin the glens and rocky caves, His sad complaining dowieraves:- "I whasae late did range and rove,

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 gowdfor a' that. What though on hamely fare

Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on shore, Sir: The Nith shall run to Corsincon, And Criffel sink in Solway, Erewe permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! We'll ne'er permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! O