The haunt o' spring's the primrose brae,
The simmer joys the flocks to follow ;
How cheery through her shortening day

Is autumn, in her weeds o' yellow!
But can they melt the glowing heart,

Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, Or through each nerve the rapture dart, Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure?

AIR-Cauld Kail.

Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust

The warld's wealth and grandeur :
And do I hear my Jeanie own

That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone

That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share,
Than sic a moment's pleasure:
And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.

TUNE-Dainty Davie.

Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay, green spreading bowers;
And now comes in my happy hours,

To wander wi' my Davie.

CHORUS.

Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie,
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear dainty Davie.

The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',

The scented breezes round us blaw,
A-wandering wi' my Davie.

Meet me, &c.

When purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,

Then through the dews I will repair,

To meet my faithfu' Davie.

Meet me, &c.

When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' nature's rest,

I flee to his arms I lo'e best,
And that's my ain dear Davie.

CHORUS.

Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Bonnie Davie, dainty Davie,
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear dainty Davie.

TUNE-Oran-gaoil.

Behold the hour, the boat arrive;

Thou goest, thou darling of my heart! Sever'd from thee can I survive?

But fate has will'd, and we must part.

I'll often greet this surging swell,

Yon distant isle will often hail:

"E'en here I took the last farewell; There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."

Along the solitary shore,

While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar

I'll westward turn my wistful eye :
Happy, thou Indian grove, I'll say,
Where now my Nancy's path may be !
While through thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me?

TUNE- -Saw ye my Father?

Where are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danced to the lark's early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandering,
At evening the wild woods among?

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair:
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly winter is near?

No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses,
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known:
All that has caused this wreck in my bosom,
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.

Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow :

Come then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe.

Thine am I, my faithful fair,

Thine, my lovely Nancy; Every pulse along my veins, Every roving fancy.

To thy bosom lay my heart, -There to throb and languish : Though despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish.

Take away these rosy lips,

Rich with balmy treasure:
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure.

What is life when wanting love?
Night without a morning:
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.

TUNE-Jo Janet.

Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir.

"One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;

Is it man or woman, say,
My spouse, Nancy ?"

If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;

I'll desert my sovereign lord,

And so good-bye, allegiance!

"Sad will I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy!

Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse, Nancy."

My poor heart then break it must,
My last hour I'm near it :
When you lay me in the dust,

Think, think how you will bear it. "I will hope and trust in Heaven, Nancy, Nancy;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse, Nancy."

Well, sir, from the silent dead
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you.
"I'll wed another, like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;

Then all hell will fly for fear,

My spouse, Nancy."

AIR- -The Sutor's Dochter.

Wilt thou be my dearie ?

When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,

Wilt thou let me cheer thee?

By the treasure of my soul,

That's the love I bear thee!

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 me;
Or if thou wiltna be my ain,