Once when de flame was burning bright
O, what a sight I seed that night—
I fancy the jaw-bone a lubly wraith
Wid de face ob my Dinnah underneath.
Dance, &c.
O, how my heart went pit a pec,
I blushed at her she blushed at me:
But de faut was hers I'm certain sure,
For I know she lub'd dat Nig next door.
Dance, etc.
THE LASS O' GOWRIE.
Tw as on a simmer's afternoon,
A wee before the sun gaed down,
My lassie, wi' a braw new gown,
Came o'er the hills to Gowrie.
The rose-bud ting'd wi' morning showers,
Bloom'd fresh within the sunny bowers,
But Kitty was the fairest flower
Thal ever bloom'd in Gowrie.
I prais'd her beauty loud and lang,
Then round her waist my arms I flang,
And said, "My lassie, will you gang
To view the Carse o' Gowrie
I'll take you to my father's ha',
In you green field beside the shaw,
And make you lady o' them a',
The brawest wife in Gowrie.
Saft kisses on her lips I laid,
The blush upon her cheek soon spread;
She whisper'd modestly, and said,
"I'll gang wi' you to Gowrie."
The auld folk soon gave their consent,
And to Mess John we quickly went,
Wha tied us to our heart's content,
And now she's Lady Gowrie
