But vertue fits triumphing ftill Upon the throne of glorious fame: YOUNG WATER S. A SCOTTISH BALLAD. ABOUT Zule, quhen the wind blew cule, And the round tables began, A'! there is cum to our kings court The queen luikt owre the caftle wa, His footmen they did rin before, K Gowden graith'd his horfe before And filler fhod behind, The horse zoung Waters rade upon. Was fleeter than the wind. But then spake a wylie lord, O tell me qhua's the fairest face I've fene lord, and I've fene laird, And knights of high degree; Mine eyne did never fee. Out then fpack the jealous king, Zou're neither laird nor lord fhe fays, For a' that fhe could do or fay, Bot for the words which fhe had faid Zoung Waters he maun dee. 1 They hae taen zoung Waters, and They hae taen zoung Waters, and Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town They hae taen to the heiding hill They hae taen to the heiding hill And for the words the queen had spoke, THE EW-BUGHTS MARION. A SCOTTISH SONG. W ILL ze gae to the ew-bughts, Marion, The fun fhines fweit, my Marion, But nae half fae fweit as thee. O marions a bonnie lass; And the blyth blinks in her ee: And fain wad I marrie Marion, Gin Marion wad marrie mee. Theires gowd in zour garters Marion, And filk on zour white haufs-bane. Bot nane of tham lues like mee. Ive nine milk-ews, my Marion, And zees get a grein sey apron, And waiftcote o' London broun; And wow bot ze will be vaporing Quhaneer ze gang to the toun. Ime yong and flout, my Marion, Ife een gae draw up wi' Jeane. And fune as my chin has nae haire on, I fall cum weft, and see zee. THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE. I Lothe that I did love, In youth that I thought fwete: As tyme requires for my behove, For age with ftealing steps, Hath clawed me with his crowch, And lufty life away fhe leapes, A sthere had ben none fuch. |