EXCELLENT 
 
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 THE BOA TIE ROWS. 
 The Lass of Paties Mill. 
 
 JOCK Of HAZJLEDEAN. 
 
 Tuk" your auhl cloak about ye. 
 
 STIRLING: 
 
 PRINTED BY E, J01IXST0HK, BOOKSELLER. 
 
The JBoahe Rows. 
 
 O weel may the Boatie row, 
 
 And better may she speed ; 
 And liesome riiay the Boatie row,- 
 
 That wins the bairns' bread ; 
 The Boatie rows, the Boatie rows* 
 
 The Boatie rows indeed : 
 And weel may the boatie row 
 
 TUat wins the bairnie's bread.' 
 
 When Jamie vowed ho wad be mill 
 
 And wan frae me my heart, 
 () nmekle lighter grew my ereeh 
 
 We swore we'd never part: 
 The Boatie rows, the Boatie rows. 
 
 The Boatie rows fir Weel, 
 And muckle lighter is the load, 
 
 Whan love bears up the ereel. 
 
 Whan Sawuie, Jock, and Jaiietie, 
 
 Are up and gotten lair ; 
 They'll help to gar the Boatie row, 
 
 And lighten a" our care. 
 
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 The boatie rows, the boatie rows 
 The boa tie rows fii* wee], 
 
 And lightsome be the heart that bears 
 The niaurlin and the ereel. 
 
 And w r i" age we're worn down, 
 
 And hirpling round the door, 
 They'll help to keep us dry and warm 
 
 As we did them before. 
 Then werl may the boatie row, — 
 
 She wins the bairnie's bread ; 
 And happy be the lot o 5 a, 
 
 That wish the boatie speed. 
 
 Tlte Lass o' I\ tile's Mill, 
 The Lass of Faciei Mill 
 
 So bonny blithe and gay, 
 In spite of all my skill. 
 
 Hath stole my heart awav. 
 When tedding of the hay, 
 
 Bareheadad on the green, 
 Love midst her locks did play 
 And wantoned in her e'en 
 
Her arms, white, round and smooth, 
 
 Breasts rising in their dawn, 
 To age it would give youth, 
 
 To press on 'em your hand : 
 Through all my spirits ran 
 
 An extacy of bliss, 
 When I such sweetness fand, 
 
 Wrapt in a balmy kiss. 
 
 Without the help of art, 
 
 Like flowers that grace the wild, 
 She did her sweets impart, 
 
 Whene'er she spoke or smil'd. 
 Iter looks they were so mild, 
 
 Free from affected pride, 
 She me to love beimil'd, 
 
 I wish'd her for my bride. 
 
 O had I all that wealth, 
 
 Hopetoun's high mountains till - 
 fnsur'd long life and health. 
 
 And pleasures at my will. 
 I'd promise and fulfil, 
 
 That none but bonnie she. 
 
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 The lass of Patie's mil], 
 
 Should share the same with bufe, 
 
 Jock o' Hozledewu 
 
 6 Why weep ye by the tide, lady ? 
 
 Why weep ye by the tide ? 
 1 1 wed ye to my youngest son, 
 
 And ye shall be his bride ; 
 And ye shall be his bride, lady, 
 
 Sae comely to be seen ; — 
 But aye she loot the tears clown fa' 
 
 For Jock o' Hazeldean. 
 
 s Now let this wilfu' grief be done, 
 
 And dry that cheek so pale; 
 Young Frank is Chief of Erringtoo* 
 
 And Lord of Langley dale : 
 His step is first in peacefu' ha' 
 
 His sword in battle keen ; 
 But ave she loot the tears down fa 1 
 
 For Jock o' Hazledean. 
 
 6 A chain of gold ye shall not lack, 
 Nor braird to bind your hair, 
 
 Nor mettled hounds, nor managed hawk 
 Nor palfrey fresh and fair; 
 
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 And you the foremost o' them a\ 
 Shall ride our bridal queen : — 
 
 But aye she loot the tears down fa\ 
 For Jock o 1 Hazeldean. 
 
 The kirk was decked at morning tide, 
 
 The Tapers glimmered fair; 
 The nries.l and bridegroom wait the brine. 
 
 And dame and night were there. 
 They sought her both by bower and ha, 
 
 The lady was not seen. 
 She s ower the border and awa, 
 
 \\Y Jock o' Hazledean. 
 
 Talc your auld cloak abend j/e. 
 
 In winter when the rain rain'd cauld, 
 
 And frost and snow on ilka hill, 
 And Boreas his blast sae bauld, 
 
 Was threatening a v our kye to kill : 
 Then Bell my wife, wha loe3 nac strife, 
 
 She said to me right hastily, 
 Get up, gudeman, save Cromie's life, 
 
 And tak your auld cloak about ye, 
 
 G Bell, why dost thou flyte and scorn ? 
 
 Thou kens my cloak is very thin ; 
 It is sae bare and overworn, 
 
 A cricket thereon eanna rin. 
 
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 Then Til nae mair harrow nor lend, 
 For I'll ante mair app.irll d'be, 
 
 To-iriqrrow I'll to the town and speitcj^ 
 And I'll hae a new cloak ahoi.t me-. 
 
 Mv eromte is a useful ©aw. 
 
 And she is come of a guid km', 
 Aft has she wat the bairns men , 
 
 And I am laith that she viho.uld tine ; 
 Get up, gudeman, it is fy' time, 
 
 The sun shines in the lift -sac hie, 
 bloth never made a oracious end, 
 
 Gae tak 1 your auld. cloak ah;>.ux ye. 
 
 Mj cloak was ance a guid gtfty eloaK^ 
 
 vl'hen it was luting for my wear, 
 jBut now it's scarce! v worth a groat, 
 
 For I hae worn t this thrctiy year : 
 Let's spend the gaer that we hae won } 
 
 We little ken the dav we'll die, 
 Then Til be proud since I nae sworn 
 
 To hae a, new cloak about me. 
 
 In davs when our King- Robert rang,. 
 
 His trews they cost but half a crown* 
 He said they were a groat our dear, 
 
 And ca'd the tailor theif and Low), 
 He was o King that wore a crown, 
 
 And thou rt a man of laigh degree, 
 
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 ''1 is pride brings a' the kimra down, 
 Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. 
 
 Every land has its a in laugh, 
 
 Ilk kind 6 corn has its ain hool, 
 I think the world is a" run wrapg, 
 
 When ilka wife her man would rule. 
 Do ye not see Rob, Jock, and Hah, 
 
 How they are guided gallantly, 
 While. 1 sit hurkiinr in the ase ? 
 
 I'iJ hae a new cloak about me. 
 
 Gudeman, I wat 'tis thretty years 
 
 Since we ane anither did* ken, 
 And we ha'e had between us twa^ 
 
 lads and bonnie lasses ten. 
 Now, they are women grown and men, 
 
 1 wish and pray, weel may they be, 
 And if" you prove a good husband, 
 
 E en tak' your auld cloak about yet 
 
 B*H, my wife, she lo es nae strife, 
 
 Hut she will guide me if' she can, 
 And, to maintain an easy life, 
 
 I aft maun yield, though I'm gnidman. 
 Nought's to be won at woman's hand, 
 
 Unless ye gie her a' the plea, 
 Then VW leave off where I began, 
 
 And tak' my auld cloak about me. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 iUUU JM