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"What needs you care for your bonny hind?

"For it you needna care;

"Take you the best, gi' me the warst, "Since plenty is to spare."

"I carena for your hinds, my

"I carena for your fee;

lord;

"But, Oh! and Oh! for my bonny hind, "Beneath the hollin tree!"

"O were ye at your sister's bower,

"Your sister fair to see,

"You'll think nae mair o' your bonny hind, "Beneath the hollin tree."

O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.

FROM MR HERD'S MS.

GIN my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysell a drap of dew,

Down on that red rose I would fa'.

O my love's bonny, bonny, bonny;
My love's bonny and fair to see:
Whene'er I look on her weel far'd face,
She looks and smiles again to me.

O gin my love were a pickle of wheat,
And growing upon yon lily lee,

And I mysell a bonny wee bird,

Awa wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee.

O my love's bonny, &c.

O gin my love were a coffer o' gowd, And I the keeper of the key,

I wad open the kist whene'er I list,

And in that coffer I wad be.

O my love's bonny, &c.

O TELL ME HOW TO WOO THEE.

The following verses are taken down from recitation, and are averred to be of the age of CHARLES I. They have, indeed, much of the romantic expression of passion, common to the poets of that period, whose lays still reflected the setting beams of chivalry; but, since their publication in the first edition of this work, the Editor has been informed, that they were composed by the late Mr GRAHAM of Gartmore.

Ir doughty deeds my ladye please,
Right soon I'll mount my steed;
And strong his arm, and fast his seat,
That bears frae me the meed.

I'll wear thy colours in my cap,
Thy picture in my heart;

And he, that bends not to thine eye,

Shall rue it to his smart.

Then tell me how to woo thee, love;

O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,
Tho' ne'er another trow me.

If gay attire delight thine eye,
I'll dight me in array;

I'll tend thy chamber door all night,
And squire thee all the day.
If sweetest sounds can win thy ear,
These sounds I'll strive to catch;
Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,
That voice that nane can match.
Then tell me how to woo thee, love;
O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,
Tho' ne'er another trow me.

But if fond love thy heart can gain,
I never broke a vow;

Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,

I never loved but you.

For you alone I ride the ring,

For you I wear the blue;

For you alone I strive to sing,

O tell me how to wao.

O tell me how to woo thee, love;

O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,

Tho' ne'er another trow me.

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