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I have a cat to catch a mouse,
A gerse green cloak, (but it will stenyie,)
A pitch-fork to defend the house,
A pair o' branks, a bridle reinye ;
Of a' our store we need not plenyie,
Ten thousand flechs into a pock
And is not this a waukrife menyie,
To gae to bed with Jenny and Jock ? *
BONNIE LESLEY.
BURNS.
; ; : ; ;
Tune— The Collier''s honnie Lassie.
O, SAW ye bonnie Lesley,
As she gaed o'er the Border?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her.
And love but her for ever ;
For nature made her what she is,
And never made anither I
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we before thee
Thou art divine, fair Lesley
The hearts o' men adore thee.
The Deil he couldna scaith thee^
Or aught that wad belang thee
He'd look into thy bonnie face.
And say, I canna wrang thee I
The Powers aboon will tent thee,
Misfortune shanna steer thee
From Watson's Collection of Scots Poems, Part III., 1711-
2l 12