Of Lordly acquaintance you boast, And the Dukes that you dined wi'yestreen, Yet an insect's aninsect at most, Tho' it crawl on the curl of a Queen!

O luve will venture in where it daurnaweel be seen, O luvewill venture in where wisdom ancehas been; But I will doun yonriver rove, amangthe wood sae green, And a' to pu' a Posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year, And I will pu' the pink,

How daurye ca'me howlet-face, Ye blear-e'ed, withered spectre? Ye only spied the keekin'-glass, An'there ye sawyour picture.

Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea, Bymony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me, He is a gallant Weaver. O, I had wooers aughtornine, They gied me rings and ribbons fine; And I was fear'd my heart wadtine, And I giedit to the Weaver. My daddie sign'd my

O may, thy morn was ne'er so sweet As the mirknight o' December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember: And dear was she I dare na name, ButI will aye remember. And here's to them that, like

Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I am fu'o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luvewas true: Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That

The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie blue are the sunny skies. Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning, And I rejoice in my bonie Bell. The flowery

O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O sawye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird, She winnacome hameto her ain Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; Whate'er thou hast dune, be it