Volume I Part 3 (1/2)

V.

Says the Clown, when I tell him to do what he ought, ”Sir, whatever your character be, To obey you in this I will never be brought, And it 's _wrong_ to be meddling with me.”

Says my Wife, when she wants this or that for the house, ”Our matters to ruin must go: Your reading and writing is not worth a souse, And it 's _wrong_ to neglect the house so.”

VI.

Thus all judge of me by their taste or their wit, And I 'm censured by old and by young, Who in one point agree, though in others they split, That in something I 'm still in the _wrong_.

But let them say on to the end of the song, It shall make no impression on me: If to differ from such be to be in the _wrong_, In the _wrong_ I hope always to be.

LIZZY LIBERTY.

TUNE--_”Tibbie Fowler i' the Glen.”_

I.

There lives a la.s.sie i' the braes, And Lizzy Liberty they ca' her, When she has on her Sunday's claes, Ye never saw a lady brawer; So a' the lads are wooing at her, Courting her, but canna get her; Bonny Lizzy Liberty, there 's ow'r mony wooing at her!

II.

Her mither ware a tabbit mutch, Her father was an honest d.y.k.er, She 's a black-eyed wanton witch, Ye winna shaw me mony like her: So a' the lads are wooing at her, Courting her, but canna get her; Bonny Lizzy Liberty, wow, sae mony 's wooing at her!

III.

A kindly la.s.s she is, I 'm seer, Has fowth o' sense and smeddum in her, And nae a sw.a.n.kie far nor near, But tries wi' a' his might to win her: They 're wooing at her, fain would hae her, Courting her, but canna get her; Bonny Lizzy Liberty, there 's ow'r mony wooing at her!

IV.

For kindly though she be, nae doubt, She manna thole the marriage tether, But likes to rove and rink about, Like Highland cowt amo' the heather: Yet a' the lads are wooing at her, Courting her, but canna get her; Bonny Lizzy Liberty, wow, sae mony 's wooing at her.

V.

It 's seven year, and some guid mair, Syn Dutch Mynheer made courts.h.i.+p till her, A merchant bluff and fu' o' care, Wi' chuffy cheeks, and bags o' siller; So Dutch Mynheer was wooing at her, Courting her, but cudna get her; Bonny Lizzy Liberty has ow'r mony wooing at her.

VI.

Neist to him came Baltic John, Stept up the brae, and leukit at her, Syne wear his wa', wi' heavy moan, And in a month or twa forgat her: Baltic John was wooing at her, Courting her, but cudna get her; Filthy elf, she 's nae herself, wi' sae mony wooing at her.

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