I see thee gracefu’, straight, and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonnie;
But oh! what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy Johnnie!
V.
To see thee in anither’s arms,
In love to lie and languish,
’Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi’ anguish.
VI.
But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say, thou lo’es nane before me;
And a’ my days o’ life to come
I’ll gratefully adore thee.
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O, to be lying beyond thee;
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep
That’s laid in the bed beyond thee!
XCVI.
COCK UP YOUR BEAVER.
Tune—“Cock up your beaver.”
[“Printed,” says Sir Harris Nicolas, “in the Musical Museum, but not with Burns’s name.” It is an old song, eked out and amended by the poet: all the last verse, save the last line, is his; several of the lines too of the first verse, have felt his amending hand: he communicated it to the Museum.]