Page:Galloway shepherds.pdf/7

(7) O what would you give your dear Jenny to see?

And what would you give this day to be free?

O what would you give your dear charmer to see?

O what would you give in Lochaber to be?

Was it in my power, I would ease all your fears,

And your bleeding wounds I would bath with my tears

On my bosom I would lull thee asleep from thy pain,

But you’ll never see me nor Lochaber again.

For the Judges I hear are already come down,

Which gave to my heart a most desperate stown,

The success of your trial, I long for to hear:

But there is no hope that you can get clear.

You went with such freedom, with bonnet & plaid,

With a broad sword & target, like a brave Highland lad,

And I told you at parting, you know with much pain,

That you’d never see me nor Lochaber again.





Inviting

Tune—Chami my Chattle, ne duce skar me. Hen innocent pastime our pleasure did crown,

upon a green meadow, or under a tree,

E’er Annie became a fine lady in town,

how lovely, and loving, and bonny was she?

Rouze up thy reason, my beautifu’ Annie,

let ne’er a new whim ding thy fancy agee;

O! as thou art bonny be faithfu’ and canny,

and favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee!

Does the death of a lintwhite give Annie the spleen,

can tyning of trifles be uneasy to thee!

Can lap-dogs and monkies draw tears frae these een,

that looks with indifference on poor dying me!

Rouze up thy reason my beatifu’ Annie,

and dinna prefer a paroquet to me;

O! as thou art bonny, be prudent and canny,

and think on thy Jamie who doats upon thee.

Ah! thou’d a new mantua or Flanders lac’d head,

or yet a wee cottie, tho’ never so fine,