Had the better be the Brae,
My Jo Janet.

Good Sir, for your Courtefie,
Coming through Aberdeen then,
For the Love ye bear to me,
Buy me a Pair of Shoon then..
Clout the auld, the new are dear,
Janet, Janet;

Ae Pair my gaen ye haff a Year,
My Jo Janet.

But what if dancing on the Green,
And fkipping like a Mawk.ng,
If they fhou'd fee my clouted Shoon,
Of me they will be tauking.
Dance ay laigh, and late at E'en,
Janet, Janet;

Syne a thir Fauts will no be feen,
My Jo Janet.

Kind Sir, for your Courtefie,
When ye gae to the Crofs then,
For the Love ye bear to me,
Buy me a Pacing-Horfe then.
Pace up your Spinning-wheel,
Janet, Janet;

Pace upo' your Spinning-wheel,
My Janet.

My Spinning-wheel is auld and ftiff,
The Rock o't winna ftand, Sir,
To keep the Temper-pin in tiff,
Employs aft my Hand, Sir.
Make the beft o't that ye can,
Janet, Janet;

But like it never wale a Man.
My Jo Janet.

SONG CCLXXXI. John Anderfon

Wince Time that Truth does prove B

"Hat means this Niçenefs now of late,

Such Distance may confit with States
But never with Love.
'Tis either Cunning or Dildain
That does fuch Ways allowi
The first is bafe, the laft is vain
May neither happen you.
For if it be to draw me on,.
You over-act your Part
And if it be to have me gone,
You need not haft that Art:
For if you chance a Look to caff,
That feems to be a Frown,

I'll give you all the Love that's paft,
The rest shall be my own,

EL

SONG CCLXXXII. Come kifs, &c.

PEGGY

YJockie blyth
There is nac Help nor mending;
for what thou has done,

MThere

For thou has jogg'd me out of Tune,

For a thy fair pretending.

My Mither fees a Change on me,

For my Complexion dashes;
And this, alas! has been with thes
Sae late amang the Rafhes.

Јосків.

My Peggy what I've faid I'll do,
Toffee thee frae her Scouling
Come then and let us buckle to,
Nae langer let's be fooling:
For her Content I'll inftant wed,
Since thy Complexion dafhes;
And then we'll try a Feather-bed,
'Tis faster than the Rashes.

PIGGY.

Then Jockie fince thy Love's fo true,
Let Mither fcoul, I'm eafy s

Sae long's I live I ne'er thall rue
For what I've done to please thes

And there's my Hand I's ne'er complain, ✪
O! well's me on the I
e Rafhes;
Whene'er thou like I'll do't

And a feg for a their Clay

SONG CCLXXXII The young
Laird and Edinburgh KATY.
OW wat ye wha I met yeftreen,
Dox i ii is
Coming down the Street, my Jo
My Miftrifs in her Tartan Screen,
Fou bony, braw and fweet, my Jo.
My Dear, I, thanks to the Night,
That never wifht a Lover ill,

Since ye're out of your Mither's Sight,

Let's take a Wauk up to the Hill. mis valid 20

O Katy, wiltu gang wi' me,

And leave the dinfome Town a while

The Bloffom's fprouting frae the Tree,

And a' the Simmer's gawn to fmilet 10:"T

The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark,

Isilyw
The bleeting Lambs and whistling Hind,

In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park,

Will nourish Health, and glad ye'r Mind,; W Soon as the clear Goodman of DayИOC Bends his Morning Draught of Dew,

w.y?

We'll gae to fome Burn-fide, and play,
And gather Flowers to bulk ye'r Brow

We'll pou the Daifies on the Green,

The lucken Gowans frae the Bog;olden

Between Hands now and then we'll lean, H

And sport upo' rhe velvet Fog.

There's up into a pleasant Glen,

A wee piece frae my Father's Tower, DGA

A canny, foft and flow'ry Den,

Which circling Birks have form'd a Bower Whene'er the Sun grows high and warm,

We'll to the cauler Shade remove, There will I lock thee in mine Arm, And love and kifs, and kifs and love,

SO NAGCCLXXXIV. KATY?

M

Answer

Y Mither's ay glowran o'er me,
Tho' fhe did the fame before mej
I canna get Leave

To look to my Love,

Or elfe fhe'll be like to devour me.
Right fain wad I take ye'r Offer,
Sweet Sir, but I'll tine my Tocher;
Then, Sandy, ye'll fret,

And wyte ye'r poor Kate,

Whene'er ye keek in your toom Coffer.
For tho' my Father has Plenty
Of Siller and Plenishing dainty, A
Yet he's unco fweer

To twin wi' his Gear ;

And fae we had need to be tenty....

Tutor my Parents wi Caution,

Be wylie in ilka Motion

Brag well o' ye'r Land,

And there's my deal Hand, 350

Win them, I'll be at your Devotions jers

SONG CCLXXXV. A worthy, &c Worthy London 'Prentice

A

Came to his Love by Night;
The Candles they were lighted,te
The Moon did fhine fo bright:3
He knocked at the Doors &
To cafe him of his Pain;
She rofe and let him in Lovė,

And went to Bed again.
He went into her Chamber,
Where his true Love did lie
She quickly gave Confent,
For to have his Company :
She quickly gave Confenty
The Neighbours peeping out;

Both have Eyes, and

both have Lips;

Then, &c.

Both have Thighs, and both have Hips.

When your Hands put out the Candle,

And you at laft begin to handle,
Then you go about to do,

What you should be done unto.
Then, &c.

Who can but in Confcience fay,

Fie, fie, for Shame away, away,
Putting Finger in the Eye,

Till you have a fresh Supply.

Then, &c.

SONG CCLXXXVII. When I was, &c. Hen I was in the low Country,

WH

When I was in the low Country;
What Slices of Pudding and Pieces of Bread
My Mother gave me when I was in Bed.w

My Mother fhe kill'd a good fat Hog,
She made fuch Puddings would choke a Dog;
And I fhall ne'er forget 'till that I dee,
What Lumps of Pudding my Mother gave me.
She hung them up upon a Pin, *

The Fat run out, and the Maggots crept in
If you won't believe me you may go and fee
What Lumps, &c.

And every Day my Mother would cry,
Come ftuff your Belly, Girl, until you die."
"Twould make you to laugh if you were to fee
What Lumps, &c.

I no fooner at Night was got into Bed,
But the all in Kindness would come with Speed
She gave me fuch Parcels I thought I fhould die
With eating of Pudding,. &c.

At laft I rambled abroad, and then
I met in my Frolick an kuneft Man ;