What lips dare kiss, or what hand dare touch, Or what arm of love dare span The honey lips, the creamy palm, Or the waist of Lady Ann! She kisses the lips of her bonnie red rose, Wat wi' the blobs of dew; But nae gentle lip, nor semple lip, Maun touch her Lady mou. But a broider'd belt, wi' a buckle of gold, Her jimpy waist maun span― O she's an armfu' fit for heaven, Her bower casement is latticed wi' flowers, Tied up wi' silver thread, An' comely sits she in the midst, Men's longing een to feed, She waves the ringlets frae her cheek, Wi' her milky, milky han', An' her cheeks seem touch'd wi' the finger of God, My bonnie Lady Ann! The morning cloud is tassel'd wi' gold, Like my love's broider'd cap, love wears An' on the mantle which my Is monie a golden drap. Her bonnie eebrow's a holie arch Cast by no earthlie han'; And the breath of God's atween the lips Of my bonnie Lady Ann! I am her father's gardener lad, An' poor, poor is my fa'; My auld mither gets my sair-won fee, Wi' fatherless bairnies twa. My een are bauld, they dwall on a place But I water, and tend, and kiss the flowers My hamely hearth burn'd bonnie, The bud comes back to summer, Which will be leal to me; An' there I'll meet ye a' soon, POVERTY PARTS GUDE COMPANIE. JOANNA BAILLIE. When white was my oerlay as foam of the linn, How swift pass'd the minutes and hours of delight! The piper play'd cheerly, the crusie burnt bright, VOL. IV. X And linked in my hand was the maiden sae dear, That poverty parts sic companie? We met at the fair, and we met at the kirk, And the sound of her voice, and the blinks of her een, Leaves frae the tree at Martinmas flee, At bridal and infare I've braced me wi' pride When poverty parts gude companie. Wherever I gaed the blithe lasses smiled sweet, But the hope of my love is a cure for its smart; How poverty parts dear companie. COME, TOOM THE STOUP. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. Come, toom the stoup! let the merry sun shine Come, toom up the stoup! what must be, must; Is daintier than midnight madam to me. Drink fills us with joy and gladness, and soon Dip their wings in drink ere they mount from the earth. |