The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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The auld kirk bell has chappit twal
Wha cares though she had chappit twa I
We're licht o' heart, and winna part,
Though time and tide should rin awa.
Tut ! never speir how wears the morn,
The moon's still blinkin' i' the sky
And, gif like her we fill our horn,
I dinna doubt we'll drink it dry.
Should we gang by the Auld-Kirk-Latch,*
Or round the haunted humlock knowe,
Auld Clootie there some chield might catchj
Or fleg us wi' a worricow I
Then fill us up a social cup.
And never mind the dapple dawn ;
Just sit a while, the sun may smile,
And light us a' across the lawn.
THE CROOK AND PLAID.
HENRY S. RIDDELL.
I WINNA loe the laddie that ca's the cart and pleugh,
Though he should own that tender love that's only
felt by few ;
For he that has this bosom a' to fondest love betray'd,
Is the kind and faithfu' laddie that wears the crook and
plaid.
At morn he climbs the mountains wild, his fleecy flock
to view,
When the larks sing in the heaven aboon, and the
flowers wake 'mang the dew,
* A haunted spot near Anstruther, in Fife, the residence of the author.