O sawye bonie Lesley, As she gaedo'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love buther for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither! Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects, we before thee; Thou art divine,

There was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, Scroggam; She brew'd gudeale for gentlemen; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum. The gudewife's dochterfell in a fever, Scroggam; The priest o' the parish he fellin anither; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum. They laid the

Willie Wastle dwalton Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabstergude, Could stowna clue wi' ony body: He had a wife was dour and din, O TinklerMaidgie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie had, I wad nagie a button for her! She has ane'e, she has but ane, The cat

In simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claverblooms white o'er the lea And roses blawin ilka beild! Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel, Says-"I'll be wed, come o'twhat will": Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild; "O' gudeadvisement comes nae ill. "It's ye hae wooers mony ane,

The deilcamfiddlin' thro' the town, And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman, And ilka wife cries, "Auld Mahoun, I wish you luck o'the prize, man." Chorus-The deil's awa, the deil's awa, The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman, He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa, He's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman. We'll makour maut, and we'll brew our

The bairns gatout wi'anuncoshout, The deuks dango'er my daddie, O! The fien-ma-care, quo'the feirrie auld wife, He was but a paidlin' body, O! He paidles out, and he paidles in, rn' he paidles late and early, O! This seven langyears I hae lienbyhis side, An'he is but a fusionlesscarlie, O. O haud your tongue, my

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention. First, in the Sexes' intermix'd connection,

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O. All on

Chorus.-The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before she spin her tow. I bought my wife a staneo' lint, As gudeas e'erdid grow, And a'that she has made o' that Is aepuirpundo' tow. The weary pund, &c. There sat a bottle in a

O when she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law, O when she cam' benshe bobbedfu'law, And when she cam' ben, she kiss'd Cockpen, And synedenied she did it at a'. And was na Cockpen right saucy witha'? And was naCockpen right saucy witha'? In leaving the daughter of a lord, And kissin' a collier lassie