Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Tea-table miscellany, or, A collection of choice songs, Scots and English

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Now Tarn maun face the minifter,
And ftie maun mount the pillar ;
And that's the way that they maun gae,
For poor folk has na filler.
"Now ha'd ye'r tongue, my daughteryoung,
Pveplied the kindly micher,
Get Jobnys hand in haly band,
Syne wap ye'r wealth together.
fern o' the mind, if he be kind,
Ye'll do your part difcreetly ;
And prove a wife, will gar his life,
And barrel run right iweetly.
SONG.
To the Tune of, Wat ye nvha I met yefireen, &c
OF all the birds, whofe tuneful throats
Do welcome in the verdant fpring,
Ifar prefer the Stirling's notes,
And think lhe does moft fweetly fing.
Nor thrum, nor linnet, nor the bird,
Brought from the far Canary coait,
Nor can the nightingale aftord
Such melody as me can boaft.
When Pb&bus fouthward darts his fires.
And on our plains he looks afcance,
The nightingale with him retires,
My Stirling makes my blood to dance.
In fpite of Hyems nipping froft,
Whether the day be dark or clear,
Shall I not to her health entoaft,
Who makes it fummer all the year.
Then by thyfelf, my lovely bird,
I'll flroke thy back, and kifs thy breaft i
And if you'll take my honeil word,
As facred as before the prieft,
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