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The Country Wedding

When Christmas comes about again,
O, then I shall have money;

I'll hoard it up, and box it all,

I'll give it to my honey:

I would it were ten thousand pound,
I'd give it all to Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

My master and the neighbors all
Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be
A slave and row a galley;

But when my seven long years are out,
O, then I'll marry Sally;

O, then we'll wed, and then we'll bed—
But not in our alley!

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Henry Carey [ ? -1743]

THE COUNTRY WEDDING

WELL met, pretty nymph, says a jolly young swain
To a lovely young shepherdess crossing the plain;
Why so much in haste?-now the month it was May-
May I venture to ask you, fair maiden, which way?
Then straight to this question the nymph did reply,
With a blush on her cheek, and a smile in her eye,
I came from the village, and homeward I go,

And

now, gentle shepherd, pray why would you know?

I hope, pretty maid, you won't take it amiss,

If I tell you my reason for asking you this;

I would see you safe home-(now the swain was in love!)
Of such a companion if you would approve.
Your offer, kind shepherd, is civil, I own;
But I see no great danger in going alone;
Nor yet can I hinder, the road being free
For one as another, for you as for me.

No danger in going alone, it is true,

But yet a companion is pleasanter, too;

And if you could like-(now the swain he took heart)—
Such a sweetheart as me, why we never would part.
O that's a long word, said the shepherdess then,
I've often heard say there's no minding you men.
You'll say and unsay, and you'll flatter, 'tis true!
Then to leave a young maiden's the first thing you do.

O judge not so harshly, the shepherd replied,
To prove what I say, I will make you my bride.
To-morrow the parson-(well-said, little swain!)——
Shall join both our hands, and make one of us twain.
Then what the nymph answered to this isn't said,
The very next morn, to be sure, they were wed.
Sing hey-diddle,-ho-diddle,-hey-diddle-down,--
Now when shall we see such a wedding in town?

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"O MERRY MAY THE MAID BE"

O MERRY may the maid be
That marries wi' the miller,

For, foul day and fair day,

He's aye bringing till her,

Has aye a penny in his purse

For dinner or for supper;

And, gin she please, a good fat cheese

And lumps of yellow butter.

When Jamie first did woo me,

I speired what was his calling;
"Fair maid," says he, "O come and see,
Ye're welcome to my dwalling."
Though I was shy, yet could I spy

The truth o' what he told me,

And that his house was warm and couth,
And room in it to hold me.

The Lass o' Gowrie

Behind the door a bag o' meal,
And in the kist was plenty

O' guid hard cakes his mither bakes,

And bannocks werena scanty. A guid fat sow, a sleeky cow Was standing in the byre,

Whilst lazy puss with mealy mouse

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Was playing at the fire.

Guid signs are these," my mither says,

And bids me tak' the miller;

For, fair day and foul day,

He's aye bringing till her;

For meal and maut she doesna want,
Nor anything that's dainty;
And now and then a kecking hen,
To lay her eggs in plenty.

In winter, when the wind and rain
Blaws o'er the house and byre,
He sits beside a clean hearth-stane,
Before a rousing fire.

With nut-brown ale he tells his tale,
Which rows him o'er fu' nappy:-
Wha'd be a king a petty thing,
When a miller lives so happy?

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John Clerk [1684-1755]

THE LASS O' GOWRIE

'TWAS on a simmer's afternoon, A wee afore the sun gaed doun, A lassie wi' a braw new goun

Cam' owre the hills to Gowrie.

The rosebud washed in simmer's shower
Bloomed fresh within the sunny bower;
But Kitty was the fairest flower

That e'er was seen in Gowrie.

To see her cousin she cam' there;
And oh! the scene was passing fair,
For what in Scotland can compare
Wi' the Carse o' Gowrie?
The sun was setting on the Tay,
The blue hills melting into gray,
The mavis and the blackbird's lay
Were sweetly heard in Gowrie.

O lang the lassie I had wooed,
And truth and constancy had vowed,
But could nae speed wi' her I lo'ed

Until she saw fair Gowrie.

I pointed to my faither's ha'

Yon bonnie bield ayont the shaw,

Sae loun that there nae blast could blaw:

Wad she no bide in Gowrie?

Her faither was baith glad and wae;
Her mither she wad nacthing say;

The bairnies thocht they wad get play

If Kitty gaed to Gowrie.

She whiles did smile, she whiles did greet;
The blush and tear were on her cheek;
She narthing said, and hung her head;-

But now she's Leddy Gowrie.

Carolina Nairne [1766-1845]

THE CONSTANT SWAIN AND VIRTUOUS
MAID

SOON as the day begins to waste,
Straight to the well-known door I haste,
And rapping there, I'm forced to stay
While Molly hides her work with care,
Adjusts her tucker and her hair,

And nimble Becky scours away.

Entering, I see in Molly's eyes
A sudden smiling joy arise,

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As quickly checked by virgin shame:
She drops a curtsey, steals a glance,
Receives a kiss, one step advance.
If such I love, am I to blame?

I sit, and talk of twenty things,
Of South Sea stock, or death of kings,
While only "Yes" or "No," says Molly;
As cautious she conceals her thoughts,
As others do their private faults:-
Is this her prudence, or her folly?

Parting, I kiss her lip and cheek,
I hang about her snowy neck,

And cry, "Farewell, my dearest Molly!"
Yet still I hang and still I kiss,

Ye learned sages, say, is this

In me the effect of love, or folly?

No-both by sober reason move,—
She prudence shows, and I true love-
No charge of folly can be laid.
Then (till the marriage-rites proclaimed
Shall join our hands) let us be named
The constant swain, the virtuous maid.

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COME, all ye jolly shepherds

That whistle through the glen,

I'll tell ye of a secret

That courtiers dinna ken:

What is the greatest bliss

That the tongue o' man can name?

'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame,

When the kye comes hame,

"Tween the gloamin and the mirk,

When the kye comes hame.

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