The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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The deevil he swore by tlie edge of his knife,
He pitied the man that was tied to a wife.
The deevil he swore by the kirk and the bell,
He was not in wedlock, thank heaven ! but in helL
Then Satan has travelled again wi' his pack,
And to her auld husband he's carried her back.
" I hae been a deevil the feck o' my life
(Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme ;)
But ne'er was in hell till I met wi' a wife
(And the thyme it is withered, and rue is in prime.")^
PHILLIS THE FAIR.
BURNS.
Tune—i?o5f?? Adair.
While larks with little wing
Fanned the pure air,
Tasting the breathing spring,
Forth I did fare ;
Gay the sun's golden eye
Peeped o'er the mountains high ;
Such thy morn I did I cry,
Phillis the fair.
In each bird's careless song
Glad I did share,
While yon wild flowers among,
Chance led me there :
* Burns confesses, in his Notes on Johnson's Musieal Museum, that he
composed this wildly humorous ditty out of *' the old traditionary verses."