The Charming Month Of May
Tune—“Daintie Davie.”
It was the charming month of May, When all the flow’rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break of day, The youthful, charming Chloe— From peaceful slumber she arose, Girt on her mantle and her hose, And o’er the flow’ry mead she goes— The youthful, charming Chloe. Chorus.—Lovely was she by the dawn, Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe, Tripping o’er the pearly lawn, The youthful, charming Chloe. The feather’d people you might see Perch’d all around on every tree, In notes of sweetest melody They hail the charming Chloe; Till, painting gay the eastern skies, The glorious sun began to rise, Outrival’d by the radiant eyes Of youthful, charming Chloe. Lovely was she, &c.
Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks
Tune—“Rothiemurchie’s Rant.”
Chorus.—Lassie wi’the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi’ me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, O? Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a’ is young and sweet like thee, O wilt thou share its joys wi’ me, And say thou’lt be my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn, The wanton lambs at early morn, Shall welcome thee, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. And when the welcome simmer shower Has cheer’d ilk drooping little flower, We’ll to the breathing woodbine bower, At sultry noon, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. When Cynthia lights, wi’ silver ray, The weary shearer’s hameward way, Thro’ yellow waving fields we’ll stray, And talk o’ love, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my Lassie’s midnight rest, Enclasped to my faithfu’ breast, I’ll comfort thee, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c.
Dialogue song—Philly And Willy
Tune—“The Sow’s tail to Geordie.”