BALLAD LXIV. MARGET O' THE MILL. TUNE,-" Tom Starboard." HER fadder's whope, her mudder's preyde, And mair, if lang he sceap'd the greave. The lily and the deyke-rwose beath, Her luik drew monie a neybor laird, Her een luive's piercin arrows fir'd; But nae rich laird cud gain the han O' this fair flow'r, by aw admir'd. Oh, luckless hour! at town ae day, For now she shuns aw roun the mill, And dim her e'e wi' monie a tear. Peer Marget! yence a fadder's preyde, Is now widout a fadder left; Deserted, aw day lang she moans, Luive's victim, of ilk whope bereft! Ye lasses, aw seducers shun, And think o' Marget o' the Mill; She, crazy, daunders wid her bairn, A prey to luive and sorrow still. BALLAD LXV. MADAM JANE. TUNE," I will ha'e a wife.” MONEY meks us bonny, Money meks us glad; When I'd ne'er a penny, Deil a lad had I; Pointin ay at Jenny, Money causes flatt'ry, Sin auld Robby left me Lads thrang round i' clusters- Money meks us merry, I ha'e fat and slender, I ha'e rake and miser- Money they're aw seeking, Money sends them sneaking There's ane puir and bashfu', I ha'e i' my e'e; He's get han' and siller, Money meks us bonny, Money meks us glad; Be she leame and lazy, Money brings a lad. January 6, 1807. BALLAD LXVI. YOUNG SUSY. TUNE," Dainty Davie." YOUNG SUSY is a bonny lass, A canny lass, a teydey lass, A mettled lass, a hearty lass, As onie yen can see; A clean-heel'd lass, a weel-spok lass, She's meade a fuil o' me. I's tir'd o' workin-plowin, sowin, I met her-aye, twas this day week! For sec a lass is she; Her jet-black hair hawf hides her brow, I's tir'd o' workin, &c. Oh, cou'd I put her in a sang! There's puirer fwok than me! I's tir'd o' workin-plowin, sowin, What I's gawn to de. January 6, 1807. |