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LASS, GIN YE LO'E ME, TELL ME NOO.

Words by JAMES TYTLER.

I HAE laid a herring in saut,

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me noo;

I hae brewed a forpet o' maut,

And I canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a calf will soon be a cow,

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me noo;

I hae a pig will soon be a sow,

And I canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a house on yonder muir,

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me noo;

Three sparrows may dance upon the floor,

And I canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a but, and I hae a ben,

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tak me noo;

I hae three chickens and a fat hen,

And I canna come ony mair to woo.

I hae a hen wi' a happity leg,

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me noo;

And ilka day it lays me an egg,

And I canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a kebbock upon my shelf,

Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me noo;

I gowna eat it a' myself,

And I winna come ony mair to woo.

THERE'S BEAUTY IN THE DEWY DROPS.

Words by A. PARK. Music by W. II. LITHGOW. Key-note B flat.

THERE's beauty in the dewy drops,

Couch'd on the fragrant, rosy tree,

That minds me of the heavenly hopes,

That sparkle in my Mary's e'e.

There's brightness in the stars above,

When mirror'd soft in lake or sea,

That wakens in my heart new love,

And minds me of my Mary's e'e.

There's mildness in the lady moon,

When from the sun's red glances she

Is blending with the sky at noon,

That minds me o' my Mary's e'e.

There's gladness in each varying turn

Of summer's wanton honey bee,

That makes my conscious bosom burn,

And minds me o' my Mary's e'e.