For bonny Miss Jeany had squeez'd it to ulzie Wi' ae wily blink o' her bonny blue e'e. He sat in a neuk in confusion an' anguish ; His gravat was suddled, but that wasna a'; His head wasna beld, but his brow was turn'd langish; His teeth warna out, but they war turnin' sma'; He saw bonny Jeany afore him was landit; He saw bonny Jeany was favour'd by a'; By lairds an' by nobles respectfully handit; An' wow but Miss Jeany was bonny an' braw! "Alas!" quo' John Borthick, "they'll spoil the poor lassie, An' gar her believe that she carries the bell; I'll ne'er hae a wife sae upliftit an' saucy; I cou'dna preserve her a month to mysel'. But yet she's sae handsome, sae modest, an' rosy, The man wha attains her is blest for his life; My heart is a' earning to lie in her bosy. Oh! dear!" quo' John Borthick, "gin I had a wife !" Lang Geordie was tipsy; he roar'd an' he rantit ; Then cuff'd him, an' ca'd him an ass an' a monkey, "Ha! faith!" quo' John Borthick, "I'll ne'er hae a wife." The bride an' bridegroom to their bed they retir'd; Miss Jeany was there, an' John Borthick an' a': He look'd at Miss Jeany, his heart was inspired; Some said that the tears frae his haffits did fa'. He saw the bridegroom tak the bride in his bosom; He kiss'd her, caress'd her, an' ca'd her his life; John turn'd him about; for he couldna compose him: "O, Lord!" quo' John Borthick, "gin I had a wife !" The mornin' appear'd, an the cobble was ready; To ane wha might weel be the joy o' his life: NATIONAL SONGS. BAULDY FRASER. TUNE-Whigs o' Fife. My name is Bauldy Fraser, man, Upon Culloden lee, man. Our Highlan' clans war bauld an' stout, An' owre the hills did flee, man. Sic hurly-burly ne'er was seen, The cannons rowtit in our face, An' brak our banes an' raive our claes; 'Twas then we saw our ticklish case Atween the deil an' sea, man. |