Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I'm wearing! More I will not disclose, Yet at least with the rose Went whose kiss no one knows,→→→ Since I'm only declaring, "Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I'm wearing." Arlo Bates [1850 "WOOED AND MARRIED AND A'" THE bride cam' out o' the byre, And oh, as she dighted her cheeks: The bride that has a' thing to borrow, Wooed and married, and a', And was she nae very weel aff, That was wooed and married and a'? Out spake the bride's father, As he cam' in frae the pleugh: "Oh, haud your tongue, my dochter, And ye'se get gear eneugh; The stirk stands i' the tether, And our braw bawsint yaud, Will carry ye hame your corn— What wad ye be at, ye jaud?" Out spake the bride's mither: Out spake the bride's brither, 1 I'se ne'er tak' ane. i' my life." Out spake the bride's sister, As she cam' in frae the byre: But we puir folk maun live single, I dinna ken what I should want, If I could get but a man!" 747 Alexander Ross [1699-1784] "OWRE THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER" COMIN' through the craigs o' Kyle, There I met a bonnie lassie, Keepin' a' her ewes thegither. Owre the muir amang the heather, Owre the muir amang the heather; There I met a bonnie lassie, // Says I, My dear, where is thy hame,— That feed amang the bloomin' heather. We laid us down upon a bank, Sae warm and sunny was the weather: She left her flocks at large to rove Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather. While thus we lay, she sung a sang, Was, Owre the muir amang the heather. She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne By sea and sky! she shall be mine, MARRIAGE AND THE CARE O'T QUOTH Rab to Kate, My sonsy dear, An' ne'er think on the care o't. Na, na, quo' Kate, I winna wed, Weel, weel, said Robin, in reply, T The Women Folk For me, I'll tak' nae care o't. Rab wheel't about, to Kate cam' back, 'Bout marriage an' the care o't. Yet blithe was she wi' Rab to cleek, In marriage, wi' the care o't. 749 Robert Lochore [1762-1852] THE WOMEN FOLK O SAIRLY may I rue the day For aye sinsyne I ne'er can ha'e Ae quiet thought or peace o' mind! They ha'e plagued my heart, an' pleased my e'e, But aye, for a' their witchery, The pawky things! I lo'e them still. O, the women folk! O, the women folk, O, weary fa' the women folk, For they winna let a body be! I ha'e thought an' thought, but darena tell, To comprehend what nae man can; He'll end at last where he began. T That they ha'e gentle forms an' meet, An' waving curls aboon the bree! "LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS” I LATELY lived in quiet ease, She has trepanned me fairly, O! Love is like a dizziness; To tell my feats this single week Ae morning, by the dawn o' day, |