[from]
But 'spare to speak, and spare to speed'--
She'll aiblins listen to my vow: [perhaps]
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead [death]
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.

BONNIE LESLEY

O saw ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border? [went]
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!

Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects, we before thee:
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.

The Deil he could na scaith thee, [harm]
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face,
And say, 'I canna wrang thee.'

The Powers aboon will tent thee; [above, guard]
Misfortune sha'na steer thee; [shall not disturb]
Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely,
That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.

Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie!
That we may brag we hae a lass
There's nane again sae bonnie. [no other]

LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, [flaxen]
Bonnie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks? [watch]
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?

Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, [clothes]
And a' is young and sweet like thee;
O wilt thou share its joys wi' me,
And say thou'lt be my dearie, O.

The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, [winding]
The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
The wanton lambs at early morn
Shall welcome thee, my dearie, O.

And when the welcome simmer-shower
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower, [every]
We'll to the breathing woodbine bower
At sultry noon, my dearie, O.

When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's hameward way. [reaper's]
Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love, my dearie, O.

And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest;
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.

MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY

Altho' my bed