_When thou ran, or wrestled, or putted the stane, And came aff the victor, my heart was ay fain; Thy ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me; For nane can putt, wrestle, or run swift as thee._ PATIE. _Our_ Jenny _sings saftly the_ Cowden Broom-knows, _And_ Rosie _lilts sweetly the_ Milking the Ews; _There's few_ Jenny Nettles _like_ Nansie _can sing; At_ Throw the Wood Laddie, Bess _gars our lugs ring. But when my dear_ Peggy _sings with better skill, The_ Boat-man, Tweed-side, _or the_ Lass of the Mill, _'Tis many times sweeter and pleasing to me; For tho' they sing nicely, they cannot like thee._ PEGGY. _How easy can lasses trow what they desire! And praises sae kindly encreases love's fire: Give me still this pleasure, my study shall be, To make myself better and sweeter for thee._ _Pat._ Wert thou a giglit gawky like the lave, That little better than our nowt behave; At nought they'll ferly;--senseless tales believe; Be blyth for silly heghts, for trifles grieve:-- Sic ne'er you'd win my heart, that kenna how, Either to keep a prize, or yet prove true. But thou, in better sense, without a flaw, As in thy beauty, far excels them a', Continue kind; and a' my care shall be, How to contrive what pleasing is for thee. _Peg._ Agreed;--but harken! yon's auld aunty's cry; I ken they'll wonder what can make us stay. _Pat._ And let them ferly.--Now, a kindly kiss, Or five score good anes wad not be amiss; And syne we'll sing the sang with tunefu' glee, That I made up last owk on you and me. _Peg._ Sing first, syne claim your hire.-- _Pat._----Well, I agree. SANG XI.--To its own Tune. PATIE sings. _By the delicious warmness of thy mouth, And rowing eyes that smiling tell the truth,_ _I guess, my lassie, that as well as I, You're made for love; and why should ye deny?_ PEGGY sings. _But ken ye, lad, gin we confess o'er soon, Ye think us cheap, and syne the wooing's done? The maiden that o'er quickly tines her power, Like unripe fruit, will taste but hard and sowr._ PATIE sings. _But gin they hing o'er lang upon the tree, Their sweetness they may tine; and sae may ye. Red checked you completely ripe appear; And I have thol'd and woo'd a lang haff year._ PEGGY singing, falls into PATIE'S arms. _Then dinna pu' me, gently thus I fa' Into my_ Patie's _arms, for good and a'. But stint your wishes to this kind embrace; And mint nae farther till we've got the grace._ PATIE, with his left hand about her waste. _O charming armfu'! hence ye cares away! I'll kiss my treasure a' the live-lang day; All night I'll dream my kisses o'er again, Till that day come that ye'll be a' my ain._ Sung by both.