V FOUR m 5 viz. g — ■ y. ALICE My Mither mcir t my aukl breeks. WILL THE WEAVER, AND vrn iol ton Mkiffid U ilia o: I 0 WAT YE WHAS IN YON TOWN ft .H'i U 90|ii I F «7 L> yfrr woo 3* STIRLING : PKINTED BY JOHNSTONE, B^OI SELLER. 1' \ I 1 me tone s all my fancy painted he*. r , ^?-^ov^ J fcfe« s dirine, But her heart it is another's, it never can be mine • O few have lov'd as I have lov'd, My love can nc* decay, 0 my heart, my heart is oreaJtino-, For the love of Alice Gray. ° Her dark brew hair is braided O'er a brow of spotless white, 1 he softness of her beaming eve Must all the world delight ; ' 1 he hair i s braided not for me, the eye is turned awav, let my heart, my heart/is breaking, For the love of Alice Grav. I've sunk beneath a ...summer's sun And shivered it the blast: But *' • hen laid w.thin.xh^Jent grave, May p,ty hapTy* say, " - * O his heart, his heart, was broken, For the love of Alice Grav Jrsjjjaaw* : ,azur»«uoi ,3 -,-«■••« 3 **** k* 3 v . t VI* l a H - • - • * ; My .Mirier mea trny auld IfrtikttM My mither men'f my auld breeks, An' wow but they were -duddy, An sent me to get shod the mare, At Robin Tarn son's smickiy ; The smiddy stands beside the burn, That wimples through the 'claeh;vu I never yet gae by die door, But aye I nr a laugnm. For Robin was a wealthy Carfe, An' had ae bonny dochter, But ne'er would let her tak a man, Tho mony lads had sought her ; But what think ye o ; my exploit ! — The time our mare was shoeing, I slipped up beside the tass, And briskly fella wooing. An' aye she e'ed my auld brceks, The time that we sat erarkin ; Quo I my lass, ne'er mind the cloult\ Tve new anes for the makin\ But gin you'll just come hame wi' m§ 3 Aitf lea' the carle your father Wse get the claes to keep in trim, Mysel' an" a thegitheiv JTe iJad, quo she, your offer's (dir, I really think Ml tak* it, ' Sae ©Mfig awa get out .the mare. ' 'We'll bahh slip oh the back u t ; «vs j T i 5101 li? llli* { «• ,A ^ J F<>» gin I wait my fathers time, |*]f \Vak till j be fifty— : Rut na, I'll marry v\heti I am }Oung An' mak' a wife fu thiifiy. Wow ? Robin was an angry man, At losing o" his dochtcr ; Thro a* the kintra vide he ran, Aif far an' near he sought her ; Rut when he earn' to our fire-end, An' land us baith thegither, Quo I gudeman, I veta'en your ham* An' ye may tak' my umber. Auld Robin girn'd an sheuk his pow, Guid faith t quo he you re merry ; lh\i VW just tak 1 you at your word, An' end this hurry burry ; So Robin an' our auld guidwife Agreed to creep thegither ; Now I hae Robin Tarn son's pet. And Kobin has my miiher. Will the Weaver. Mother dear now Fm inarrieJ I wish I had longer tarried For my wife she does declare. That the breeelies she will wear. Js she bold or is- she quiet ? Is she costly in her diet P Loving son give her her due, Let me hear no more irom you Going one night to my treasure. Their I met an honest neighbour. Says, kind sir, HI tell you who I saw with your wife just now. I saw her and Will the weaver, They were unco close the-gither, At the threshold of the door, They went in I saw no more. Thank you kindly honest neighbour HI reward you for your labour ; If I catch him at my corn, Better had he -ne'er been born. He went home in a great wonder. Knocking at the door like thunder. "W ho is that? Will the w r eaver cries * 1 Ls my husband, you must rise J ^' ?i»avc von been at your pleasur, ffeadm* all your time and tS U " * e *™hed the whole house ' C U$, iNolasoul was to be found, f hl ffoor he stood amazed }-V the chimney then he uaxed I here he saw thedripping soul. JMttiHg on the chimney pole, j fa, ha I my lad, sineeYhae found ye But Hi 8tlffle you wUh 81U( , ke • «us he thought but nothing spoke. He put on a rousing- fi re For to please Ins own desire, \r: vll( i ( ; litHl (>lit with free 'ifoodv.-il! tlusband clear a man you'll kill. From the chimney then he took him. l heii so rmradyas lie shook hinj. At every blow these words he spoke, t onoe no more to stop mv smoke. Never was a chimney sweeper, Half so blaclf as Will the Weaver, Hands and face and "nose lffiewi^ bent hun home.witli two black eyes-* 0 ivaf ?/e wfm's in yon T&M 0 wat ye wh$ in you town Yeseethee'eningsun upon: lne fairest maul's in yon town. The eening sun is shining on Now haply down by yon green stiaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree, How blest ye nV.vcrs that round her biaw ! l e catch the glances o< her e'e How blest ye birds tlikt round her sin-, And we.come in the blooming year* And doubly welcome be the spring, I he season to my Jeanie dear. e 1 he sun blinks blithe on yon town Among the broomy braes sae green But my aehght in yon town, ° And dearest pleasure is my Jean. Without my ! 0 ye, not all the charms. W paradise could give m2 j ov . I>m g.e my Jeaaie in mv a * ■ And welcome LaplandYdresry sky. Mv care wonid be a lover's bower, Tho* racing winter rent the air, *be ■■alovelv little flower, That L would tent and shelter there. Q sweet is she in yon town, the setting sun s gaun down upon ; The dearest maids in yon town, His setting beam e'er shone upon, If angry fate be sworn my foe, And suffering I am doomed to bear,. Til careless quit aught else below ; Bui spare, Oh [spare my Jeanie dear. Tor while life's dearest blood is warm. My thoughts ,frae her shall -ne'er depart : For as fcwWi lovely is her form, She has the truest kind^t heart. 'Mil? 1 I'-if! »)0»^Oi JJM ■ i «»" ■ \ FINIS. t ftwoi rroy no on J W J YifflStoifi' *