BUNDLE AND GO. From Clyde's bonny hills where the heather was blooming,

And lasses and lads sing of love all the day, I come, my dear lassie, to make the last offer,

So make up your mind and d'not delay, My mother is gone, aud the house it is weary,

This night you may rue if you answer me no. I t ' s now in your power to be my deary,

Come, rise bonny lassie, we'll bundle and go.

My father is dead, but he's left me some siller, And bid me never marry another but you,

I'll take this advice, for long I hae courted, And you cannot say but I'm constant and true,

Altho' we be poor, our minds shall be cheerie, Our bearts shall ne'er sink, tho' our purse it be low,

I'll think myself happy wi' hugging my dearie, Come, rise bonny lassie, and bundle and go.

We'll marry for love and we'll then work for siller, Industry believe me will soon set us free,

And snugly we'll live on yon hill side together, And virtue and peace our companions shall be,

Contentment's my tocher, good health's all my riches, A heart light and kindly come weal or come woe,

We'll be happier far than the laird wi' his hundreds, Are you willing, then haste, let's bundle and go.

I t ' s true I ha'e courted both Martha and Tibby, And other daft gawkies at kirk and at fair,

But nane o them a' set my bosom a dancing, Or made my heart dirl between hope and despair,

When out of their sight, I care nothing more for them, They caper and dance while they have list to go.

But you, my sweet lass, I hae lov'd long so dearly, Now give your consent, rise, bundle and go.

Her young tender mind it began for to swither, And said, while tears in abundance did flow,

It 's hard to be pressed between love and duty, And yet I do wish for to bundle and go.

But if I should gang without telling my father, My tocher he'll keep, sheets and blankets also,

My mother will rage and for ever disown me, Yet fain, very fain, would I bundle and go.

A fig for excuses, come kilt up your coties, O'er moors and thro' mosses ye ken we've to gang,

There's danger to linger, with sitting and thinking, The day will be breaking before it is lang,

Your father and mother nae doubt will be angry, But affection will soon in its old channel flow,

When they see our wee totaims around the fire dancing, Come, are you willing to bundle and go.

Love lent wings to both, in a blink they were kippl'd, In peace and in pleasure their years roll along,

Their young sprouts were innocent noisy and healthy, And Tom, to please Anne, lilts o'er a sweet song,

His Anne is all his delight and his treasure, Their hearts with delight to each other do glow,

She blesses the day she left father and mother, And took his advice and did bundle and go.

WHISTLE O'ER THE

LAVE O'T.

First when Meggy was my case, Heaven I thought was in her air ; Now we're married—spier na mair,

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Meg was meek and Meg was mild, Bonnie Meg was nature's child, Wiser men than me's beguil'd ;

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

How we live, my Meg and me, How we love and how we 'gree ; I care na by how few may see ;

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Wha I wish were maggots meat, Dish'd up in her winding sheet ; I could write, but Meg maun see't,

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Walker, Printer, Durham.

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