Scotish song . The chield he deferves a good wife. M 2 ( 100 ) But, O ! Im blyth that Ive mifsd him, As blyth as I weel can be ;For ane thats fo keen o the filler Will neer agree wi me. But as the truth is, Im hearty, I hate to be fcrimpit and fcant;The wie thing I hae, Ill make ufe ot, And nae ane about me mall want:For Im a good guide o the warld, I ken what to had and to gie ;For whinging and cringing for filler Will neer agree wi me. Contentment is better than riches, An he wha has that, has enough;The mailer is feldom fae happy As Robin that drives the plough,But if a young lad woud caft
Scotish song . The chield he deferves a good wife. M 2 ( 100 ) But, O ! Im blyth that Ive mifsd him, As blyth as I weel can be ;For ane thats fo keen o the filler Will neer agree wi me. But as the truth is, Im hearty, I hate to be fcrimpit and fcant;The wie thing I hae, Ill make ufe ot, And nae ane about me mall want:For Im a good guide o the warld, I ken what to had and to gie ;For whinging and cringing for filler Will neer agree wi me. Contentment is better than riches, An he wha has that, has enough;The mailer is feldom fae happy As Robin that drives the plough,But if a young lad woud caft up, To make me his partner for life ;If the chield has the fenfe to be happy> Hell fa on his feet for a wife. ( ioi ) SONG XLVII. THE BUSH ABO ON TRAQUAIR, EY MR. CRAWFORD. Slow. gffiggjj^^i 7* ¥=$&, •si- Hear me, ye nymphs, And eve - ry tt m z * fwain, Ill tell how Peg-gy grieves me, rfc ±=z* I: SP IP* Tlio thus I lan-guifh, thus corn-plain, &j;i j i-^ ^ A - las! me neer be - lieves me : My. bjjz±=jz^z^g=pzz=: fcg*zfcz! vows and lighs, like ii - lent air, IIUpl Un - heed - ed ne - ver move her;M 3 ( 102 ) I^iil^ii ^feeEfe At the bon-ny bufh a - boon Tra ^f-^lj J^p-i^^ quair, Twas there I firft did love her, That day ftie fmild, and made me glad, No maid feemd ever kinder;I thought myfelf the luckieft lad, So fweetly there to find her :I tryd to fboth my amrous flame, In words that I thought tender ;If more there pafsd, Im not to blame, I meant not to offend hen Yet now me fcornful flees the plain, The fields we then frequented ;If eer we meet fhe fhews difdain, She looks as neer bonny bufh bloomd fair in May, Its fweets Ill ay remember,But now her frowns make it decay, It fades as in December. Ye rural powers, who hear my flrains,Why thus ihould Peggy grieve me r ( i°3 ) Oh ! make her partner in my painsjThen let her fmiles relieve me : If not, my love will turn defpair,My paffion no more tender, Ill leave the bufh aboon Traquair,To lonely wilds Il
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