Chor. - And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again: And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonie Peggy Alison. Ilkcare and fear, when thou art near I evermairdefy them, O! Young kings upon their hanselthrone Are nosae blest as I am, O! And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, &c. When

Here's to thy health, my bonielass, Gudenicht and joy be wi'thee; I'll come nae mairto thy bower-door, To tell thee that I lo'e thee. O dinna think, my pretty pink, But I can live without thee: I vow and swear I dinnacare, How lang ye look about ye. Thou'rt aye sae free informing me, Thou

On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a'she far excels, An' she has twa sparkling roguish een. She's sweeter than the morning dawn, When rising Phoebus first is seen, And dew-drops twinkle o'er the lawn; An' she has twa sparkling roguish een. She's stately like yon youthful

O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trystedhour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythely was I bidethe stour, A weary slave fraesun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance