Let me recommend a plan.

Nice young maidens ! Let me recommend a plan,When you get a little man, 'Tis to do the best you can,

Nice young maidens !

Thus I give you good advice,

Nice young maidens ! Thus I give you good advice,If you are not over nice, You'll get husbands in a trice,

Nice young maidens ! Now I leave you all to choose,

Nice young maidens ! Now I leave you all to choose,When one offers don't refuse, Else you may a husband lose,

Nice young maidens !

Nice young maidens !

me;-Take the

battle

field.

field; Mount my steed, and forth to
Then do thou, a steadfast tower,
Brave the gather'd foemen's power.
By the sword thy brothers died,-
Seven sons,-their country's pride;
Sunk in grief, thy mother lay
Dumb and stiff, and pass'd away

I am feeble now, and lone;

Yet would thy disgrace, my son,
On thy father's heart-strings fall
Seven times heavier than all.

Fear not, then, though death be nigh;
On thy God in faith rely;

So thou bravely fight, my boy,

Thy old father dies with joy!

Johnnie was the lad that held the pleuch,
But now he has gowd and gear eneuch;

I mind weil the day when he was na worth a groat-
And the shame fa' the gear and the baigrie o't!
Jenny was the lassie that muckit the byre,
But now she goes in her silken attire;

And she was a lass wha wore a plaiden coat-
O, the shame fa' the gear and the baigrie o't!
Yet a' this shall never danton me,
Sae lang as I keep my fancy free;
While I've but a penny to pay t'other pot,
May the shame fa' the gear and the baigrie o't!

Vivace.

'But, keekin' in the draw-well clear,

What if I should fa' in, sir?

Then a' my kin will say and swear

I droan d mysel' for sin, sir. 'Hand the better by the brae, Janet, Janet:

Haud the better by the brae,
My jo Janet.'

'O, gude sir, for your courtesie, Comin' through Aberdeen, then, For the love ye bear to me,

Buy me a pair o' sheen, then.' 'Clout the auld-the new are dear, Janet, Janet;

Ae pair may gain ye hauf a year,
My jo Janet.'

'But if, dancin' on the green,
And skippin' like a maukin,
They should see my clouted sheen,
Of me they will be taukin'.'

• Dance aye laigh and late at e'en,
Janet, Janet;

Syne their fauts will no be seen.
My jo Janet.'

'O, kind sir, for your courtesie,
When ye gae to the Cross, then.
For the love ye bear to me,

Buy me a pacin' horse, then.' 'Pace upon your spinnin'-wheel. Janet, Janet;

Pace upon your spinnin'-wheel,
My jo Janet.'

'My spinnin'-wheel is auld and stiff,
The rock o't winna stand, sir;
To keep the temper-pin in tiff
Employs richt aft my hand, sir.'
'Mak' the best o't that ye can,
Janet, Janet;

But like it never wale a man,
My jo Janet.'

'Husband, husband, cease your strife,

Nor longer idly rave, sir;

Though I am your wedded wife,

Yet I'm not your slave, sir.'

'One of two must still obey,
Nancie, Nancie ;

Is it man or woman, say,
My spouse Nancie ?'

If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience,

I'll desert my sovereign lord, And so good-bye, allegiance !' 'Sad will I be, so bereft,

Nancie, Nancie :
Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse, Nancie.'

'My poor heart then break it must, My last hour I'm near it;

When you lay me in the dust,

Think-think how you will bear it.' 'I will hope and trust in Heaven, Nancie, Nancie ;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancie.'
'Well, sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt ye;
Ever round your midnight bed

Horrid sprites shall haunt ye.'-
'I'll wed another like my dear
Nancie, Nancie ;
Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse Nancie l'

Andante Affettuoso.

was cold and

Let's not lose the fav' - ring

Or, if the wayward winds should bluster,
Let us not give way to fear;
But let us all our patience muster,

And learn from reason how to steer.
Let judgment keep you ever steady,-
'Tis a ballast never fails;
Should dangers rise, be ever ready

To manage well the swelling sails.
Trust not too much your own opinion,
While your vessel's under way;
Let good example bear dominion,-
That's a compass will not stray.

hour, While success at-tends our sails.

When thund'ring tempests make you shudder,
Or Boreas on the surface rails,

Let good discretion guide the rudder,
And providence attend the sails.

Then, when you're safe from danger, riding

In some welcome port or bay,

Hope be the anchor you confide in,

And care awhile enslumber'd lay;

Or, when each can's with liquor flowing,

And good fellowship prevails,

Let each true heart, with rapture glowing,
Drink 'success unto our sails.'