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"My father aye tauld me } my mither and a',
Ye'd mak' a gude husband, and keep me aye Draw.
It's true I lo'e Johnnie ; he's young and he's bonnie ;
But, wae's me! I ken he has naething ava !
I hae little tocher ; ye've made a gude offer ;
I'm now mair than twenty ; my time is but sma' !
Sae gie me your plaidie ; I'll creep in beside ye ;
I thocht ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa!"
She crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa',
Whare Johnnie was list'ning, and heard her tell a' ;
The day was appointed ! — his proud heart it dunted,
And strack 'gainst his side, as if bursting in twa.
He wander'd hame weary, the nicht it was dreary,
And, thowless, he tint his gate 'mang the deep snaw :
The howlet was screamin', while Johnnie cried, " Women
Wad marry auld Nick, if he'd keep them aye braw."
Words by Burns.
MAEY MORISON.
Ma-ry, at thy win-dow he, It is the wish'd, the tryst-ed hour ; Those
How glad-ly wad I hide the stoure, A wea - ry slave frae sun to sun, Could
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Yestreen when to the trembling string
The dance gaed through the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing,
I sat, but neither heard nor saw :
Though this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast of a' the town,
I sigh'd, and said, amang them a',
"Ye are na Mary Morison."
Q Mary ! canst thou wreck his peace,
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
Whase only faut is loving thee ?
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pit}' to me shown:
A thought ungentle canna be
The thought of Mary Morison.