as ye gae up by yon hillside,
speir in for bonie bessy;
she'll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light,
and handsomely address ye.
there's few sae bonie, nane sae guid,
in a' king gee' dominion;
if ye should doubt the truth o' this—
it's bessy's ain opinion!
ah, woe is me, my mother dear
paraphrase of jeremiah, 15th chap., 10th verse.
ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
a man of strife ye've born me:
for sair tention i maun bear;
they hate, revile, and se.
i ne'er could lend on bill or band,
that five per t. m
Tarbolton Lasses, The(2/3)