Goodman I wate 'tis thirty Years, Since we did ane anither ken; E'en tak your auld Cloak about year... Bell, my Wife, fhe loves na Strife; But the wad guide me, if the can, And to maintain an easy Life, I aft maun yield, tho' I'm Goodmang SONG CCCXVIII. The Mill, Mill-Q. B Eneath a green Shade I fand a fair Maid, O; 0: Her Bofom I preft; but, funk in her Ret, While kindly the flept, close to her I crept, 0, Oblig'd by Command, in Flanders to land, O Twa Years brought me hame, where loud frai fing Fame Tald me with a Voice right thrill - 0, My Lafs, like a Fool, had mounted the Stools Nor kend who had done her the -0. Mair fond of her Charms, with my Son in her Arms I ferlying fpeer'd how the fell- 9, P Wi' the Tear in her Eye, quoth the, let me die, Sweet Sir, gin I can tell-O, Love gave the Command, I took her by the Hand, And pae mair look wan, for I was the Man My bonny fweet Lafs on the gowany Grass, O, If I did Offence, I'fe make ye Amends O the Mill, Mill-0, and the Kill, Kill-0, The Sack and the Sieve, a' that ye maun leave, 0. SONG CCCXIX. Cælia, . C ELIA, charming Calia, hear me, Smile thou lovely Nymph and chear me, Let no Frown deform thy Brow T Tis not, 'tis not wild Defresh yes Cherish then a noble Fire, And the generous Flame improve, we Lovely Calia, adore you, To employ them is your Duty, SONG CCCXX. The auld Goodman. L Ate in the Evening forth I went, A little before the Sun gade down, And there I chanc'd by Accident, To light on a Battle new begun. A Man and his Wife were fawn in a Strife, And cry'd ever, alake my auld Goodman. And ilka a ane leugh him to fcorn; For he did fpend, and make an End Of Gear that his Fore-fathers wan, He gart the Poor ftand frae the Door, Sae tell nae mair of thy auld Goodman. She. My Heart alake, is liken to break When I think on my winfome John, His blinkan Eye and Gate fae free, Was naithing like thee, thou dofend Drone. His rofie Face and flaxen Hair, And a Skin as white as ony Swan, Was large and tall, and comely withall, And thou❜lt never be like my auld Goodman, He. Why doft thou pleen? I thee maintain, For Meal and Mawt thou difna want ;, But thy wild Bees I canna please, Now when our Gear gins to grow fcant. Of Houfhold-ftuff thou haft enough, Thou wants for neither Pot nor Pan; Of fic like Ware he left thee bare, Sae tell nae mair of thy auld Goodman. She. Yes I may tell, and fret my fell, To think on these blyth Days I had, When he and I together lay In Arms into a well-made Bed, But now I figh, and may be sad, Thy Courage is cauld, thy Colour wan, Thou falds thy Feet, and fa's asleep, And thou'lt ne'er be like my auld Goodman. Then coming was the Night fae dark, And gane was a' the Light of Day; The Carle was fear'd to mifs his Mark, And therefore wad nae langer ftay. Then up he gat, and he ran his Way, I trow the Wife the Day fhe wan, And ay the O'erword of the Fray Was ever, alake my auld Goodman. SONG CCCXXI, Lafs with a Lump of Land. I'E me a Lafs with a Lump of Land, G And we for Life fhall gang the gither, Tho' daft or wife, I'll never demand, I hate with Poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle, Unless they bring Cafh, or a Lump of Land, They 'fe never get me to dance to their Fiddle. There's meikle good Love in Bands and Bags, And Siller and Gowd's a fweet Complexion; But Beauty and Wit, and Virtue in Rags, Have tint the Art of gaining Affection: Love tips his Arrows with Woods and Parks, And Caftles and Riggs, and Muirs and Mea dows, And naithing can catch our modern Sparks, SONG CCCXXII. The young T HE Carle he came o'er the Croft, He look'd at me, as he'd been daft, But foon alake! the Tongue o't crooked; And Cafh, without a Man with them? Me take him 'gainft my Inclination, I warn the Fumbler to beware, That Antlers dinna claim their Station. Howt awa, I winna hae him! Na forfooth, I winna hae him! I'm flee'd to crack the haly Band, Sae Lawty fays, I fhould na hae him. |