The new way of the bonny Highland Laddie, &c.  
To its own proper Tune.  

I Crossed Forth I crossed Tay,  
I rest Dundee and Edinborrow,  
I saw nothing there worth my stay,  
and so I bad them all Good-morrow  
O my bonny bonny Highland Laddie,  
O my bonny bonny Highland Laddie,  
When I'm Sick and like to die,  
thou'lt row me in thy Highland pladie.   

For on the Cairn-mount I espi'd,  
in careless dress a Highland Laddie,  
Who briskly said, were't thou my bride  
I'd row thee in my highland pladie.  
O my bonny bonny, &c.   

No Butter-box he seemed to be,  
no England Fop nor Lowland-laddie,  
But by his Mein he was well known,  
to be some Gentle Hiland Laddie.  
O my bonny bonny, &c.   

His Quiver hang down by his Thigh,  
his mein did show his Bow was ready  
A thousand Darts flew from his Eye,  
and all fell down before his Lady.  
O my bonny bonny &c.   

'tis silken Rooms and pearled Beds,  
and laced Shoes is for a Lady,  
But he can do't as wantonly,  
in highland Trows& Belted-pladie.  
O my bonny bonny, &c.   

I will have no Commander Man,  
Captain Col'nel nor a Cadie,  
If all my Friends had sworn& said,  
I'l have none but a Highland-laddie.  
O my bonny bonny, &c.   

But when we came to Stirling Town,  
he promised to make me his Lady,  
But all the Tocher that I got,  
he rowed me in his Highland Pladie  
O my bonny bonny Lighland-laddie,  
O my bonny bonny Highland Laddie,  
When I am sick and like to die  
he'l row me in his Highland Pladdie.   
FINIS.   

THE Royal Shepherd's Happy Life  
To the Tune of the Yellow haird lady: Or Janny Milking the Ewes.  

[ 1]  
HOW sweet was the time when we keeped our Flocks,  
In Shades of the Mountains, and Caves of the Rocks?  
How sweet were out Nights, how pleasant our Days,  
When we sung till we slept, and pip'd when we raise?   

[ 2]  
Green Turf was our Bed, and for Break-fast we did  
The Accorn and Earth-nut and salad provide:  
We drank others Healths in the murmuring Stream,  
And chanted our Notes to Phillis her Name.   

[ 3]  
How Glorious was I when dres'd by thy Hands,  
With a Crown made of laurel and bays of green Wands,  
With a rob made of Rushes and Sword of the same?  
No caesar more happy triumphing in famed.   

[ 4]  
My Hook was my Schepter, my Club was my Sword,  
My Scrip was my Purse, these laid on the Board,  
I presided in Council o'er my loyal Band;  
My sergeants and Macers were still at Command.   

[ 5]  
And thou my sweet Princess, how lovely's thy Grace!  
Thy Mantle of Cypress, and Gown of the Grass,  
Thy Bracelets of daisies, with the Buds of the Rose;  
Never Nymph was so charming amongst her proud shows.   

[ 6]  
We kissed and embraced and never had done,  
From rising to setting and rising of Sun:  
Had the Day been a Year, we never had pain:  
Call back that sweet time, dear Phillis, again.   
FINIS.   

THE bonny LASSIE  
To its own pleasant new Tune.  

AS I came up by Tiviot side  
and by the braes of Branksom  
There met I with a pretty Lass  
that was both neat and handsome:  
If that her mother say me nay  
Then with the Daughter will I play  
Whether that she will or nay  
have at the bonny Lassie.  
Dame, gar fill to us more Beer  
for lo here is more money  
And for our reckoning do not fear  
so long as we have any  
Gar fill the cup gar fill the Can,  
Here is a health to our Goodman  
We shall be merry ere we gang  
have at the bonny Lassie.  
I dreamed before it came to pass  
that I would find her willing,  
But yet I knew not what she was,  
though she and I were wooing,  
My thought my mind and mine intent  
To seek that Lass was ready bent:  
At last by order we were sent;  
to quarter up at Branksome.  
Her hastily I did spy,  
though I was but a stranger,  
A ribbon about her arm did ty  
and  told her of her danger  
Sweet heart, I have sought many place  
Yet never could I see thy face  
Take pity and relieve my case,  
my pretty bonny Lassie.  
I need not to conceal my name  
I'm born within this nation:  
bread in great Honour wealth and famed  
and of high estimation.  
Great Nobles were my cousins near,  
And I a noble man of weir,  
Therefore be merry and make good cheer  
my pretty bonny Lassie.  
Then did she say, my only joy,  
I will give you contentment,  
If you will be my Venus boy,  
and give me no affrontment,  
'twill credit me and all my kin:  
If I your love and favour win:  
My happiness shall then begin,  
when you my fancy pleasure,  
My Father and mother will be glad;  
to you they have relation;  
Because you are a bonny Lad;  
and well born in this Nation,  
You shall dispose of half their geat,  
And money get to spend by year  
Both Meal and Malt, corn and Beer  
for your sweet bonny Lassie.  
He says I count not for your wealth,  
for I have gold and money;  
But I had rather have thyself,  
for thou art neat and bonny:  
Sweet heart I'll be content of you,  
if that they give me but a Cow  
And I to thee do make a vow,  
to be thy Venus servant.  
It is not for thy Fathers geat,  
nor for thy worldly riches,  
That I am come a suitor here;  
that we two may be matches  
For I may have a Lady fair  
Whose friends would gladly give me gier  
She hath five hundred marks a year,  
beside my just proportion.  
The lass with smiling lips then said,  
this is a true narration,  
That many a gallant lusty lad,  
to me bears such relation,  
Yea many an able pretty man  
Would gladly give to me their hand  
And bow and be at my command,  
but fortune now doth across them.  
Now wells me of my pretty Lass,  
that has so soon consented:  
I was but short while in that place,  
while she grew loving hearted  
My gallant proper handsome Dove,  
That was not strange and ill to woe  
But presently did yield and bow,  
and granted me my asking.  
Sweet sir, I could not say you nay  
you are so well accounted:  
My Madenhead had me give way,  
When I saw you so mounted,  
With Horse and harness spear and Shield  
And Venus caused me to yield,  
'Mongst all my wooers I you wield,  
because you were so gentle.  
There's many suitors came to me,  
before your Love began Sir  
And bore me frequent company,  
but they no favour wan Sir  
Now are they almost gone astray.  
with many a shout and wail away,  
That e're they should have seen this day  
and what you do unto them.  
I do disdain no Gentleman  
that's born within this Nation,  
For I'm a woman of the same  
and of high estimation,  
My mother says I am very sib  
To the house of Branksom by the rib  
You will be gallant Weft to Web  
if justly put together.  
At length into the North I went  
to visit Friends and Father,  
When I came back; some days being spent  
her Mother thought me braver  
She to her Daughter says, go down,  
Thy lover now is come to Town;  
Be kind to him and I a gown,  
will give thee for thy pains, joy,  
To go with him I will be glad  
or do him any pleasure  
Let us first wed then go to bed,  
where I will wait his leisure.  
Ye do me wrong to bid me hast  
For I will run as he me chac'd  
When shirt is clean, and clothes unlac'd  
from could I'll strive to keep him.  
Her Mothers bidding she obeied.  
and went into the Chamber;  
Where he discoursed with her and played,  
without noise or clamour,  
He said, my love, thou hast some skill  
And bearest company with good will  
I wish I might remain here still,  
it's neither could nor frosty.  
This is the place which I do love:  
and is well kept in order:  
And no man this will disapprove,  
that lives in Southern Border,  
Where nothing is of Iron or Brass  
Then freely will I let you pass,  
And hold you for a pretty Lass  
for keeping all so cleanlie,  
You Uncle is no friend to me,  
I have him at envy:  
He said I laid my love to high,  
before some company.  
But what ado had he think ye,  
To meddle with my love and me  
For love is laid in each degree  
have at the bonny Lassie.  
Sweet Sir, I was once sore afraid  
you had delayed your coming  
Your tarrying made me sore afraid  
I weary was with mourning  
But now I neither tyre nor irk  
To bear you company in the mirk  
Then gar proclaim us in the Kirk,  
and we shall wed together.  
Each one said you would not return  
nor come into this Nation:  
Which daily made me for to mourn,  
with grievous Lamentation;  
But seeing you're come back again.  
Of your coming I 'm right fain,  
And altogether free of pain.  
ye shall ly in my bosom.  
When ye in into the Country came,  
o then but ye were bonny,  
My Mother took you in hir arms,  
and said you were her honey  
Then into Hawick did we gang  
And of the way we thought not long  
Of us composed was the Song  
my pretty bonny Lassie.   
FINIS.