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Let it be flesh, or fowl or fish,
It never shall be said,
But I'll find fault with meat or dish,
With master, or with maid.
But when I go to bed at night,
I heartily do weep;
That I must part with my delight—
I cannot scold and sleep.
However this doth mitigate,
And much abate my sorrow,
That though to-night it be too late,
I'll early scold to-morrow.
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads think they are fine,
But O! they're vain and idly gaudy;
How much unlike the gracefu' mein,
And manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonny Highland laddie;
My handsome, charming Highland laddie,
May heaven still guard, and love reward,
The Lawland lass and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to choose
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
