How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter Has buta choice of strife; To shun a tyrant Father's hate- Become a wretched Wife. The ravening hawk pursuing, The trembling dove thus flies, To shun impelling ruin, Awhile her pinions tries; Till, of

O tell na me o'wind an'rain, Upbraid name wi'caulddisdain, Gaeback the gateye camagain, I winna let ye in, jo. Chorus-I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ancefor a'this aenight, I winnalet ye in, jo. The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pours Is nochtto what

Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me bythe hie-gate side, And up the loanshe shaw'd me. And when I wadna venture in, A coward loonshe ca'd me: Had Kirkan' State been in the gate, I'd lighted when she bade me. Sae craftilie she took

Chorus-O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sellmy hose, and pawn my shoon- Gude ale keeps my heart aboon! I had saxowsenin a pleugh, And they drew a' weeleneugh: I sell'dthem a'just anebyane- Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c. Gude ale hauds