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124 Let dorty dames say Na,

As lang as e'er they please,

Seem caulder than the snaw,

While inwardly they bleeze;

But I will frankly shaw my mind,

And yield my heart to thee—

Be ever to the captive kind,

That langs na to be free.

At Polwarth, on the green,

Amang the new-mawn bay,

With sangs and dancing keen

We'll pass the live-lang day.

At nicht, if beds be ower thrang laid,

And thou be twined of thine,

Thou shalt be welcome, my dear lad,

To take a part of mine.

[ by, to the tune of "Polwarth on the Green." Mr. Grieve was a hat manufacturer in Edinburgh, of literary tastes, who will always be remembered as one of the Ettrick Shepherd's earliest and kindest friends and patrons. Hogg dedicates Mador of the Moor to him, and also introduces him as one of the competing minstrels in the Queen's Wake. His death took place in 1836, long after he had retired from business.]

[ a lively tune of the same name. The song is given in Yair's "Charmer," Edinburgh, 1751, and also in Herd's collection, 1776.]

and a lassie fair

Lived in the south countrie;

They ha'e coost their claes thegither,

And wedded wad they be:

On Tuesday to the bridal feast

Cam fiddlers flocking free—

But hey play up the rinaway bride,

For she has ta'en the gee.

She had nae run a mile or mair,

Till she 'gan to consider

The angering of her father dear,

The vexing of her mither;

The slighting of the silly bridegroom,

The warst of a' the three—

Then hey play up the rinaway bride,

For she has ta'en the gee.

Her father and her mither baith

Ran after her wi' speed;

And aye they ran and cried, How, Ann!

Till they came to the Tweed:

Saw ye a lass, a lovesome lass,

That weel a queen might be?

O that's the bride, the rinaway bride,

The bride that's ta'en the gee.