And when the welcome simmer shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast summer each homeward O Willy, aye I bless the grove Where first I owned my maiden love, Whilst thou didst pledge the powers above HE. stolen Let fortune's wheel at random rin, And fools may tyne, and knaves may win; SHE. What's a' the joys that gowd can gie? I care na wealth a single flie; CONTENTED WI' LITTLE. run lose one gold, give not merry, more meet give, stroke, along bowl, ale sometimes scratch soldier, fight CONTENTED wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way; no year, fate good, solders [totter stumble, from, go CANST THOU LEAVE ME THUS MY KATY? TUNE-Roy's Wife. CHORUS. CANST thou leave me thus, my Katy? worst Is this thy plighted, fond regard, FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! Our toils obscure, and a' that; What though on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that! Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that: For a' that, and a' that, His ribbon, star, and a' that; A prince can mak a belted knight, For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, young fellow who fool above attempt supremacy world O LASSIE, ART THOU SLEEPING YET? O LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet? CHORUS. O let me in this ae night, O rise and let me in, jo! Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet, Nae star blinks through the driving sleet; And shield me frae the rain, jo. The bitter blast that round me blaws Her Answer. O TELL na me o' wind and rain, CHORUS. I tell you now this ae night, ore wet no from blows falls coldness not go, way, came once The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, keenest, darkest nought That round the pathless wanderer pours, The sweetest flower that decked the mead, Let simple maid the lesson read, The weird may be her ain, jo. The bird that charmed his summer-day, Let witless, trusting woman say How aft her fate's the same, jo! fate, own oft For a' that, and a' that, A beardless boys comes o'er the hills, For a' that, and a' that, Here's Heron yet for a' that! For we're not to be bought and sold, fellow one from know Like naigs, and nowt, and a' that. horses, cattle Then let us drink the Stewartry, Our representative to be, For weel he's worthy a' that. For the Stewartry of Kirkcudbright. (of Kirkcudbright) § Mr Gordon of Balmaghie, Tory candidate. Mr Murray of Broughton. |