JOCK AN' HIS MOTHER. AIR-" Jackson's cog i' the morning." "Now, mother, since a' our fine lasses ye saw Yestreen at the wedding, sae trig an' sae braw, Say, isna my Peggy the flower o' them a', Our dance an' our party adorning ? Her form is sae fair, an' her features sae fine, Her cheek like the lily anointit wi' wine, The beam o' her bonny blue ee does outshine The starn that appears i' the morning." Away, ye poor booby! your skeel is but sma', Gin ye marry Peggy ye'll ruin us a'; She lives like a lady, an' dresses as braw, But how will she rise i' the morning? She'll lie in her bed till eleven, while ye Maun rise an' prepare her her toast an' her tea; Dear Jock, tak a thought an' some warning." "O, mother, sic beauty I canna forego, I've sworn I will have her, come weel or come woe, An' that wad be perjury black as a crow To leave her an' think of another." "An' if you should wed her, your prospects are fine, In meal-pocks and rags you will instantly shine; Gae break your mad vow, an' the sin shall be mineO pity yoursell an' your mother!” "I'm sure my dear Peggy is lovely as May, An' I saw her father this very same day, An' tauld him I was for his daughter away." Sure, Jock, he wad tak it for scorning ?" An' gie Maggy wark i' the morning." "Your Peggy is bonny, I weel maun allow, So Jock an' his Peggy in wedlock were bound, They went to their bed, while the glass it gaed round, An' a' wished them joy i' the morning. ON ETTRICK CLEAR. ON Ettrick clear there blooms a brier, Her cheek is like the woodland rose, Had I as muckle gowd an' gear O she's blithe, an' O she's cheerie, Had I her hame at my wee house, That stands aneath yon mountain green, To help me wi' the kie an' yowes, An' meet me on the brae at e'en, O sae blithe, an' O sae cheerie, But I may sigh an' stand abigh, An' greet till I tine baith my een; For Peggy's dorty, dink, an' shy, An' disna mind my love a preen. O I'm sad, an' O I'm sorry, Sad an' sorry may I be; I will be sick, an' very sick, -But I'll be unco sweer to dee. |