There is no lady in the land Her father he makes cabbage-nets, To such as please to buy 'em; She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that's in the week A Saturday and Monday; For then I'm dressed all in my best My master carries me to church, And she lives in our alley. The Country Wedding When Christmas comes about again, O, then I shall have money; I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbors all But when my seven long years are out, O, then we'll wed, and then we'll bed— 741 Henry Carey [? -1743] THE COUNTRY WEDDING WELL met, pretty nymph, says a jolly young swain I came from the village, and homeward I go, I hope, pretty maid, you won't take it amiss, If I tell you my reason for asking you this; I would see you safe home-(now the swain was in love!) No danger in going alone, it is true, But yet a companion is pleasanter, too; And if you could like-(now the swain he took heart)— O that's a long word, said the shepherdess then, You'll say and unsay, and you'll flatter, 'tis true! O judge not so harshly, the shepherd replied, To prove what I say, I will make you my bride. Unknown "O MERRY MAY THE MAID BE" O MERRY may the maid be That marries wi' the miller, For, foul day and fair day, He's aye bringing till her, Has aye a penny in his purse For dinner or for supper; And, gin she please, a good fat cheese When Jamie first did woo me, I speired what was his calling; Though I was shy, yet could I spy And that his house was warm and couth, The Lass o' Gowrie Behind the door a bag o' meal, And in the kist was plenty O' guid hard cakes his mither bakes, And bannocks werena scanty. A guid fat sow, a sleeky cow Was standing in the byre, Whilst lazy puss with mealy mouse "Guid signs are these," my mither says, And bids me tak' the miller; For, fair day and foul day, He's aye bringing till her; For meal and maut she doesna want, In winter, when the wind and rain With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, 743 John Clerk [1684-1755] THE LASS O' GOWRIE 'TWAS on a simmer's afternoon, A wee afore the sun gaed doun, A lassie wi' a braw new goun Cam' owre the hills to Gowrie. The rosebud washed in simmer's shower But Kitty was the fairest flower That e'er was seen in Gowrie. To see her cousin she cam' there; The sun was setting on the Tay, O lang the lassie I had wooed, I pointed to my faither's ha' Yon bonnie bield ayont the shaw, Sae loun that there nae blast could blaw: Wad she no bide in Gowrie? Her faither was baith glad and wae; If Kitty gaed to Gowrie. She whiles did smile, she whiles did greet; She narthing said, and hung her head;- Carolina Nairne [1766-1845] THE CONSTANT SWAIN AND VIRTUOUS SOON as the day begins to waste, And nimble Becky scours away. Entering, I see in Molly's eyes |