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 5 And ca's mysel ay an auld cuckold car- lie. O gin my wife, &c.

THE BUD ON THE BRIER.

The bud on the brier it is bonnie enough And sae is the flow'r on the ha', lass; How sweet shines the red setting sun in the stream; But thou art the sweetest of a, lass. The lavrock on the lea, lass, The lintie on the tree, lass, The mavies aft renews her 'sang, But nane of them sings like thee, lass The meeting of friends may be happy, I own, An' blinks 'o' content gie us a', lass; But rapture ne'er comes frae the ee to the heart, Save only when love gies the law, lass. The bottle has its charm, lass, Which toil and care disarm, lass; But lasting pleasure ne'er is found, Till love the bosom warm, lass.