Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a' that;
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
It's comin' yet, for a' that,
That man to man, the warld o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
O, MY luve 's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I :
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
COMIN' THRO' THE RYE
O, JENNY's a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' thro' the rye.
Comin' thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin' thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' thro' the rye !
Gin a body meet a body—
Comin' thro' the rye ;
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need a body cry?
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body-
Need the warld ken?
Jenny's a' weet, poor body;
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' thro' the rye.
WHILE larks with little wing
Fann'd the pure air,
Tasting the breathing spring,
Forth I did fare:
Gay the sun's golden eye
Peep'd o'er the mountains high; 'Such thy morn,' did I cry,
'Phillis the fair!'
In each bird's careless song
Glad did I share ;
While yon wild flowers among,
Chance led me there :
Sweet to the opening day,
Rosebuds bent the dewy spray;
'Such thy bloom,' did I say,
'Phillis the fair!'
Down in a shady walk,
Doves cooing were,
I mark'd the cruel hawk
Caught in a snare ;
So kind may Fortune be,
Such make his destiny,
He who would injure thee,
Phillis the fair!
MY BONNY MARY
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink, before I go,
A service to my bonny lassie;
The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,
Fu' loud the wind blas frae the Ferry;
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's as p1 thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, s t. ton, disturb not her dream.
My heart is sair, I daurna tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody;
I could wake a winter night,
For the sake o' Somebody!
Oh-hon! for Somebody!
Oh-hey! for Somebody!
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' Somebody.
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
O, sweetly smile on Somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my Somebody.
Oh-hon! for Somebody!
Oh-hey! for Somebody!
I wad do what wad I not?
For the sake o' Somebody!
WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YE, MY LAD
O WHISTLE, and I'll come to ye, my lad;
O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad :
Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad,
O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad.
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