tarbolton lasses, the

  if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,

  yell there see bonie peggy;

  she kens her father is a laird,

  and she forsooths a leddy.

  there sophy tight, a lassie bright,

  bess a handsome fortune:

  wha canna win her in a night,

  has little art in courtin.

  gae down by faile, and taste the ale,

  and tak a look o mysie;

  shes dour and din, ail within,

  but aiblins she may please ye.

  if she be shy, her sister try,

  yell maybe fancy jenny;

  if yell dispense wi want o sense—

  she kens hersel shes bonie.

  as ye gae up by yon hills,

  speir in for bonie bessy;

  shell gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,

  and handsomely address ye.

  theres few sae bonie, nane sae guid,

  in a king ge dominion;

  if ye should doubt the truth o this—

  its bessys ain opinion!

  ah, woe is me, my motherar

  paraphrase of jeremiah, 15th chap., 10th verse.

  ah, woe is me, my motherar!

  a man of strife yeve born me:

  for sair contention i maun bear;

  they hate, revile, and scorn me.

  i neer could lend on bill or band,

  that five per cent. might blest me;

  and borrowing, on the tither hand,

  theil a ane wad trust me.

  yet i, a coinnied wight,

  by fortune quite discad;

  ye see how i am, day and night,

  by lad and lass blackguad!