A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', A night o' guid fellowship sowthers it a’; Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way, 1799. ΙΟ 15 LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS CHORUS.-Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, 1794. Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks? Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, And say thou'll be my dearie, O? The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, Shall welcome thee, my dearie, O. And when the welcome simmer shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. 1800. LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, I said there was naething I hated like men; The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me, He spak o' the darts in my bonie black een, I said he might die when he liket for Jean; A weel-stocket mailen, himsel for the laird, I never loot on that I kenned it or cared; But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less- Guess ye how, the jad, I could bear her, could bear her! Guess ye how, the jad, I could bear her! 20 But a' the niest week as I petted wi' care, But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, I spiered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, And how her new shoon fit her auld shachled feet But, heavens, how he fell a swearin, a swearin! He begged, for Gudesake, I wad be his wife, So, e'en to preserve the poor body in life, I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow. By 1795. 1799. O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST O, wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, If thou wert there, if thou wert there; Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, ΤΟ 151 Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. 1796. 1800. WILLIAM BLAKE SONG How sweet I roamed from field to field, He showed me lilies for my hair, 5 And blushing roses for my brow; Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, 10 He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; 15 1783. INTRODUCTION TO "SONGS OF INNOCENCE" Piping down the valleys wild, "Pipe a song about a lamb !" "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; "Piper, sit thee down, and write 5 ΙΟ 15 20 1789. THE ECHOING GREEN The skylark and thrush, 5 The birds of the bush, Sing louder around To the bells' cheerful sound; While our sports shall be seen Old John, with white hair, |