But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, Minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ach'd in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once-or yield to song. LXVI. LULLABY. AIR-Bonny Wood o' Cragie Lee. Rest, lovely babe, on mother's knee, Thou hast, my babe, nae father now, And I hae ne'er a friend sae true O! ance, and I could little think O smile, my babe! for sic a smile O that this widow'd heart would beat That I might learn thy future fate, Rest, lovely babe, &c. LXVII. 0 MEIKLE THINKS MY LOVE O' MY BEAUTY. O meikle thinks my love o' my beauty, 'Tis a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree, 'Tis a' for the hinney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in love wi' the siller, He canna hae love to spare for me. Your profer o' love's an airl-penny, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae than me. LXVIII THE WOWING OF JOK AND JYNNY, Robeyns Jok come to wow our Jynny, And said, Jok, come ye for to wow ? * This well known poem, by frequent publication, has been much cor ed, almost every publisherfhaving taken the liberty of introducing such a ations as his fancy suggested. The present however may be received, Scho burneist hir baith breist and brow, Than spak hir deme, and said, I trow, Jok said, forsuth I yern full fane, To luk my heid, and sit doun by yow: My bairne hes tocher-gud to ge yow. I schro the lyar, full leis me yow, I come to wow your Jynny, quoth Jok. My berne, scho sayis, hes of hir awin, Ane kirn, ane pin, that ye weill ken, out hesitation as a faithful copy, and exhibits to us a very ludicrous picture of the Curta Supellex of the Scottish Commons in the 16th century. Instead of affixing a minute glossary of all the wretched goods and chattels of the bride and bridegroom, we shall select a list of those articles only which might be dubious or unintelligable to the majority of our readers. Ane pig, ane pot, ane raip thair ben, Come ye to wow our Jynny, Jok? Ane blanket, and ane wecht also, Ane schule, ane scheit, and ane lang flail, Ane ark, ane almry, and laidills twa, Ane milk-syth, with ane swyne taill, Ane rowsty quhittill to scheir the kaill, Ane furme, ane furlet, ane pott, ane pek, Ane tub, ane barrow, with ane quheilband, Ane turs, ane troch, and ane meil-sek, Ane spurtill braid, and ane elwand. Jok tuk Jynny be the hand, And cryd, ane feist; and slew ane cok, And maid a brydell up alland; Now haif I gottin your Jynny, quoth Jok? Now, deme, I haif your bairne mareit; Ane crukit gleyd fell our ane huch, Ane spaid, ane speit, ane spur, ane sok, Withouttin oxin I haif a pluche To gang togiddir Jynny and Jok. |