The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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The Young LAIRD and Edinburgh KATY.
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The Young LAIRD and Edinburgh KATY.
Now wat ye wha I met Yestreen
Coming down the Street, my Jo,
My Mistress in her Tartan Screen,
Fou bonny, braw and sweet, my Jo.
My Dear, quoth I, Thanks to the Night
That never wisht a Lover ill;
Since ye're out of your Mither's Sight,
Let's take a Wauk up to the Hill.
Coming down the Street, my Jo,
My Mistress in her Tartan Screen,
Fou bonny, braw and sweet, my Jo.
My Dear, quoth I, Thanks to the Night
That never wisht a Lover ill;
Since ye're out of your Mither's Sight,
Let's take a Wauk up to the Hill.
O
Katy wiltu gang wi' me,
And leave the dinsom Town a while,
The Blossom's sprouting frae the Tree,
And a' the Summer's gawn to smile;
The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark,
The bleeting Lambs and whistling Hynd,
In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park,
Will nourish Health and glad ye'r Mind.
And leave the dinsom Town a while,
The Blossom's sprouting frae the Tree,
And a' the Summer's gawn to smile;
The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark,
The bleeting Lambs and whistling Hynd,
In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park,
Will nourish Health and glad ye'r Mind.
Soon as the clear Goodman of Day
Does bend his Morning Draught of Dew,
We'll gae to some Burn-side and play,
And gather Flowers to busk ye'r Brow.
We'll pou the Daizies on the Green,
The lucken Gowans frae the Bog;
Between Hands now and then we'll lean,
And sport upo' the Velvet Fog.
Does bend his Morning Draught of Dew,
We'll gae to some Burn-side and play,
And gather Flowers to busk ye'r Brow.
We'll pou the Daizies on the Green,
The lucken Gowans frae the Bog;
Between Hands now and then we'll lean,
And sport upo' the Velvet Fog.
There's up into a pleasant Glen,
A wee Piece frae my Father's Tower,
A canny, saft and flowry Den,
Which circling Birks has form'd a Bower:
When e'er the Sun grows high and warm,
We'll to the cauller Shade remove,
There will I lock thee in mine Arm,
And love and kiss, and kiss and love.
A wee Piece frae my Father's Tower,
A canny, saft and flowry Den,
Which circling Birks has form'd a Bower:
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We'll to the cauller Shade remove,
There will I lock thee in mine Arm,
And love and kiss, and kiss and love.
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