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522 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,

Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie;

'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry:

But my lore's heart's grown cauld to me.

When we came in by Glasgow toun,

We were a comely sicht to see;

My love was clad in the black velvet,

And I mysel' in cramasie.

But had I wist, before I kiss'd,

That love had been sae ill to win,

I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,

And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.

Oh, oh! if my young babe were born,

And set upon the nurse's knee,

Aud I myself were dead and gane,

And the green grass growing over me!

[ song was originally written by, and published as a Scottish song in his comedy called "The Fond Husband," London, 1676. Ramsay reprinted it with alterations in his Tea-Table Miscellany. The tune is the original of what is now better known under the name of "Jock of Hazeldean."]

January last,

On Munanday at morn,

As through the fields I past,

To view the winter corn,

I looked me behind,

And saw come o'er the knowe,

And glancing in her apron,

With a bonnie brent brow.

I said, Good-morrow, fair maid,

And she right courteously

Return'd a beck, and kindly said,

Good-day, sweet Sir, to you.

I speir'd, My dear, how far awa'

Do ye intend to gae?

Quoth she, I mean a mile or twa

Out o'er yon broomy brae.

. Fair maid, I'm thankfu' to my fate,

To have sic company;

For I'm ganging straight that gate,

Where ye intend to be.

When we had gane a mile or twain,

I said to her, My dow,

May we not lean us on this plain,

And kiss your bonnie mou'.

. Kind sir, ye are a wee mistane;

For I am nane of these,

I hope you some mair breeding ken,

Than to ruffle women's claise:

For may be I have chosen ane,

And plighted him my vow,

Wha may do wi' me what ho likes,

And kiss my bonnie mou'.

. Na, if ye are contracted,

I ha'e nae mair to say:

Rather than be rejected,

I will gi'e o'er the play;

And chuse anithcr will respect

My love, and on me rew;

And let me clasp her round the neck,

And kiss her bonnie mou'.

. O sir, ye are proud hearted,

And laith to be said nay,

Else ye wad ne'er 'a started

For ought that I did say,

For women in their modesty,

At first they winna bow;

But if we like your company,

We'll prove as kind as you.

[ is the name of an old song and tune. The latter is to be found in Playford's Dancing Master, printed so far back as 1657. Abergeldy is an estate in Aberdeenshire.]

lassie, will ye go,

Will ye go, will ye go,

Bonnie lassie, will ye go

To the birks of Abergeldy

Ye sall get a gown of silk,

A gown of silk, a gown of silk,

Ye sail get a gown of silk,

And coat of callimankie.