Within the bush, her covert nest,
A little linnet fondly prest,

The dew sat chilly on her breast
Sae early in the morning.

She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.

So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair!
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tends thy early morning.

So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.

AS I WAS A-WAND'RING.

TUNE-Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh.

As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e’enin', The pipers and youngsters were making their game

Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover, Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again.

Weel, since he has left me, my pleasure gae wi' him;

I may be distress'd. but I winna complain;

I flatter my fancy I may get anither,
My heart it shall never be broken for

ane.

I couldna get sleeping till dawin for greetin', The tears trickled down like the hail and

the rain:

Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken, For oh! love forsaken's a tormenting pain. Although he has left me for greed o'the siller,

I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.

AS I WAS A-WAND'RING AE
MORNING IN SPRING.

As I was a wand'ring ae morning in spring,
I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to

sing;

And as he was singing thir words, he did say, There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month of sweet May.

The lav'rock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest,

And mount to the air wi' the dew on her breast,

And wi' the merry ploughman she'll whistle and sing,

And at night she'll return to her nest back again.

AULD LANG SYNE.

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

CHORUS.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;

But we've wandered mony a weary foot,

Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,

Frae mornin' sun till dine;

But seas between us braid hae roar'd,

Sin auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine;

And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught,

For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup

And surely I'll be mine;

And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet.
For auld lang syne.

AULD ROB MORRIS.

THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,

He's the king o'guid fellows and wale o' auld

men :

He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and

kine,

And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine.

She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She's sweet as the evening amang the new hay; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea,

And dear to my heart as the light to my ee.

But, oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird,

And my daddie has naught but a cot-house and yard;

A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed, The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead.

The day comes to me, but delight brings me

nane;

The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane: I wander my lane like a night-troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast.

Oh had she but been of a lower degree,

I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon

me! [bliss, Oh, how past descriving had then been my As now my distraction no words can express.

AWA, WHIGS, AWA.
TUNE-Awa, Whigs, Awa.

CHORUS.

AWA, Whigs, awa!

Awa, Whigs, awa!

Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae good at a'.

Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair,
And bonnie bloom'd our roses;
But Whigs came like a frost in June,
And wither'd a' our posies.

Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust-
Deil blin' them wi' the stoure o't,
And write their names in his black beuk,
Wha gae the Whigs the power o't.
Our sad decay in Church and State
Surpasses my descriving;
The Whigs came o'er us for a curse,
And we hae done wi' thriving.

Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap,
But we may see him wauken;
Guid help the day when royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin.