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# The Woodpecker (1825)/Maggy Lauder

MAGGY LAUTHER.
Wha wau'dna be in love, wi' bonny Maggy Lauther, A piper met her gaun through Fife, he spier'd what was't they ca'd her. Light scornfully she answer'd him, begone you hallan-staker Jog on your gate you blather-skate, My name is Maggy Lauther.
Maggy quo' he now by my bags. I'm ⟨staging⟩ fain to see thee, Sit down by me my bonny bird, indeed I winna steer thee: for I'm a piper to my trade, my name is Rob the Rantar, The lasses loup as they were daft, When I blaw up my chanter
Piper quo' Meg hae ye your bags, or is your drone in order Gif ye be Rob we've heard of you live ye upo' the border. ​The kintry a' baith far and near, has heard of Rab the Ranter, I'll shake my foot wi' right good will, gin ye will blaw your chanter.
Then to his bags he flew wi' speed, aud round his drone he twisted, Meg up and wallop'd o'er the green, for brawly could she frisk it. Well done, quo' he play up quo' she, Well bob'd quo' Rab the Ranter, 'Tis worth my while to play, quo' he, when I get sic a dancer.
Well hae ye play'd your part, quo' Meg your cheeks are like the crimson, There's nane in Scotland plays liks you, Siuce we lost Habbie Simson: I've liv'd in Fife baith maid and wife These ten years and a quarter, When ye come there to Amst'er fair, spier ye for Maggy Lauther.
Then Rob he rous'd and took the road, and round all Fife he ranted, And play'd a spring thro' Siller-dykes, as merry Meg he wanted: ​And as he enter'd Amst'er town, his drone it sounded louder, His bags he blew till the chanter flew, no pipes was ever prouder.
Then Meg came gigling to the door, and saw her bairn's father, O mind not ye, ye danc'd wi' me, you boeny Maggy Lauther; Which makes me rue that day sinsyne, that e'er I heard your chanter, But now I hope you'll marry me, My bonny Rob the Ranter.
For when I danc'd, then you advanc'd, and ye promis'd not to steer me, Wae to the day I heard you play, it makes the kintry jeer me. But since that ye will comfort gi'e, I'm glad ye've come to see me, And from the scandal of the jigs, in realty you will free me.
Fidlers' wives and gamesters' drink, is free to all who chuse them, But if you'll be a piper's wife, I'll guard you in my bosom. ​And while I live to blaw a blast you'se never be a wanter, Since your're so free to marry me, you're bonny Rob the Ranter
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)

MAGGY LAUDER.
The Ewe-Bughts.
The Bush aboon Traquair.
For lake of Gold.
The Soldier’s Gratitude.
Banks of Banna.
Glasgow, Printed for the Booksellers.
* Maggy Lauder
* The Ewe-Bughts
* The Bush Aboon Traquair
* For Lake of Gold
* The Soldier's Gratitude
* Banks of Banna
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# Four Comic Songs/The Gill Stoups

The Gill Stoups.
SPOKEN.
When I ga'd in, there was a swatch o' auld wives sitting round a table eating roasted herring, and drinking whisky and cap, and I think they ca'd it Papin: there they were at it, each of them took sican a devil o' a slough o't, that before ever they kenn'd what they were about, they began singing
Hey the bonny, &c.
SPOKEN.
When I ga'd in, there she was sitting in the lam neuk, wi' a cutty pipe in her cheek, no the length o' her thumb, and as black as the very devil; when I said, Jenny, rise up and pay the ​man his five shillings. Five shillings! quo' she, what pat that in your head? I dinna owe a farthing in the town; and I paid the man the last gill mysel', and didna leave a single babee. Says I, Come now Jenny, nane o' your nonsense,—rise and pay the man his five shillings. Ye ken ye have got the prize. Hae I got the prize?—Then fill in anither gill, and a bottle o' cap, and we'll sing
Hey the bonny, &c.
# Sailor's courtship/The sailor's courtship

SONGS.
THE SAILOR'S COURTSHIP
It happen'd on a morning clear, as down the quay I walked, I chanc'd to meet a maiden fair, who with her father talked, Said he Your love is come on shore, The only man you do adore, Your folly now you must give o'er, Don't wed that tarry Sailor.
O father dear, do not us part, or try to seperate us, For if you do, 'twill break my heart, great grief it will create us; His love to me is most secure, And mine to him shall firm endure, Beside me life or death. I'm sure, I'll wed no other Sailor.
Up comes young Jack as brisk's a bee and saying, My dearest Nancy, Now I am safe return'd to thee, my heart's delight and fancy: ​I've been where stormy winds do blow, And often fac'd the deadly foe, Say, will you have me, yea or no, And wed poor Jack the Sailor.
Two hundred pounds left by your aunt, Three hundred more I'd give you; But if you marry without consent, A farthing I wont leave you: Besides to marry she's too young, And Sailors have a flattering tongue, So from my pretence quick begone If you wed that tarry Sailor.
Says Jack, I don't regard that sum, My dear, I've gold in plenty; Believe me, Sir, I do not come To court with pockets empty; Five hundred guineas in bright gold, Upon the table there he told, And swept them in her apron-fold, Take that and Jack your Sailor.
Her father seeing his honest heart, That he behav'd so clever: Said, 'tis a pity you to part, You shall be join'd for ever: ​As you so freely give your store, And you each other do adore, Now take her Jack, here's as much more, For you're a clever Sailor.
Now messmates we've got safe to port, and I am happy married, I hope my lads we'll have some sport, And crown the day with claret; My frigate she is rigged right, With silks and rings most gay and bright, And I shall show to you this night I am a valiant Sailor.
# The Sailor's Courtship

"It happen'd on a morning clear"
* "The sailor's courtship", in Sailor's courtship (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The sailor's courtship", in Sailor's courtship (1822), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The sailor's courtship", in Collection of popular songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# Sailor's courtship (1822)/The sailor's courtship

THE SAILOR'S COURTSHIP
It happen'd on a morning clear, as down the quay I walked, I chanc'd to meet a maiden fair, who with her father talked,
Said he Your love is come on shore, The only man you do adore, Your folly now you must give o'er, Don’t wed that tarry Sailor.
O father dear, do not us part, or strive to seperate us, For if you do, 'twill break my heart, great grief it will create us;
His love to me is most secure, And mine to him shall firm endure, Beside me life or death. I'm sure, I'll wed no other Sailor.
Up comes young Jack as brisk's a bee and saving, My dearest Nancy, Now I am safe return'd to thee, my heart's delight and fancy:
​I've been where stormy winds do blow, And often fac'd the deadly foe, Say, will you have me, yea or no. And wed poor Jack the Sailor?
Two hundred pounds left by your aunt, three hundred more I'd give you, But if you marry without, consent, a farthing I wont leave you: Besides to marry she's too young. And Sailors have a flattering tongue. So from my pretence quick be gone, If you wed that.tarry Sailor.
Says Jack. I don’t regard that sum, my dear, I've gold in plenty; Believe me, Sir, I do not come to court with pockets empty; Five hundred guineas in bright gold, Upon the table there he told, And swept them in her apron-fold. Take that and Jack your Sailor.
Her father seeing his honest heart, that he behav'd so clever: Said. 'Tis a pity you to part, you shall be join'd for ever: ​As you so freely give your store, And you each other do adore, Now take her Jack, here's as much more, For you a clever Sailor.
Now messmates we've got safe to port, and I am happy marry'd, I hope my lads we'll have some sport, and crown the day with claret: My frigate she is rigged right. With silks and rings most gay and bright, And I shall show to you this night I am a valiant Sailor.
# Collection of popular songs (1)/The sailor's courtship

THE SAILOR’S COURTSHIP.
It happened on a morning clear, as down the quay I walked I chanced to meet a maiden fair, who with her father talked. Said he, your love is come on shore, The only man you do adore, Your folly now you must giver o'er, Dont wed that tarry sailor.
O father dear do not us part, Or try to seperate us. For if you do ’twill break my heart, great grief it will create us; His love to me is most secure, And mine to him shall firm endure. Betide me life or death, I’m sure I'll wed no other sailor.
Up comes young Jack as brisk's a bee, and saying my dearest Nancy, Now I am safe returned to thee my heart's delight and fancy; I've been where stormy winds do blow, And often fac’d the deadly foe, Say, will you have me, yea nor no,
​Two hundred pounds left by her aunt, three hundred more I’d give her, But if she marry without consent a farthing I wont leave her. Besides to marry she is too young, And sailors have a flattering tongue, So from my presence quick begone, If you wed that tarry sailor.
Says Jack I dont regard that sum, my dear I’ve gold in plenty, Believe me, Sir, I do not come to court with pockets empty; Five hundred guineas in bright gold, Upon the table there he told, And sweept them in her apron-fold, Take that and Jack your sailor,
Her father seeing his honest heart, that he behaved so clever; Said, “’tis a pity you to part, and I’ll not do it ever; As you so freely give your store
And you each other do adore, Now take her Jack, here’s as much more
​Now messmates we’ve got safe to port, for I am safely married, I hope my lads we’ll have some sport, and crown the day with claret; My frigate she is rigged tight, With silks and rings, most gay and bright, I’ll swear my lass to board to night And prove myself a sailor.
# Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d., Stirling)

Said a Smile to a Tear,
IS THERE A HEART that NEVER LOV’D
ROSLIN CASTLE.
Tho’ a very little Lad,
AND
The WIDOW’s LAMENT
SOLD WHOLESALE By J. FRASER & CO.
PRINTERS, STIRLING.
* Said a Smile to a Tear
* Is there a heart that never lov'd
* Roslin Castle
* Tho' I Am Now a Very Little Lad
* The Highland Widow's Lament
* Within a Mile of Edinburgh
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# Within a Mile of Edinburgh

* "Within a Mile of Edinburgh", in Wha the deil hae we got for a king? (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "'Twas Within a Mile of Edinburgh Town", in Harry Bluff (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Within a Mile of Edinburgh", in Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Within a Mile of Edinburgh", in Home! Sweet Home! (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Within a Mile of Edinburgh", in The Lament of Flora M'Donald (1828), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Within a mile of Edinburgh", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Highland Widow's Lament

* "The Highland Widow's Lament", in Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Highland Widow", in Highland Harry (1828), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Highland Widow", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Highland Widow's Lament", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Is There a Heart That Never Lov'd

* "Is there a heart that never lov'd", in Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Is There a Heart That Never Lov'd", in The Willow Tree (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Sailor's courtship/The smile and the tear

THE SMILE AND TEAR
Said a smile to a tear. On the cheek of my dear, That beam'd like the sun in spring weather In sooth, love Tear, It strange must appear, That we should be both here together. I come from the heart, A soft balm to impart, To yonder soft daughter of grief.
And I said the Smile, That heart now beguile, Since you gave the poor mourner relief. Oh! then said the Tear, Sweet Smile, it is clear, We are twins and soft Pity's our mother; And how lovely that face, Which together we grace, But the woe and the bliss of another.
# Said a Smile to a Tear

* "The smile and the tear", in Sailor's courtship (1822), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The smile and the tear", in Sailor's courtship (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Said a Smile to a Tear", in Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Smile and the Tear", in My Friend and Pitcher (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# My Friend and Pitcher/The Smile and the Tear

SAID A SMILE TO A TEAR.
FINIS.
# Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d., Stirling)/Said a Smile to a Tear

SAID A SMILE TO A TEAR
Said a smile to a tear, On the cheek of my dear, And beam’d like the sun in spring weather, In sooth, lovely tear, It strange must appear, That we should be both here together.
I come from the heart, A soft balm to impart, To yonder sad daughter of grief: And I, said the smile, That heart now beguile, Since you gave the poor mourner relief.
Oh! then said the tear, Sweet smile, it is clear, We are twins, and soft pity our mother; And how lovely that face, Which together we grace, For the woe and the bliss of another!
# Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d., Stirling)/Is there a heart that never lov'd

Is there a heart that never lov'd,
Is there a heart that never lov’d, Nor felt soft woman’s sigh?
​Is there a man can mark, umnov’d, Dear woman’s tearful eye? Oh! bear him to some distant shore, Or solitary cell, Where nought but savage monsters roar, Where love ne'er deign’d to dwell.
For there’s a charm in woman’s eye, A language in her tear, A spell in every sacred sigh, To man——to virtue dear.
And he who can resist her smiles, With brutes alone should live, Nor taste that joy which care beguiles—— That joy her virtues give.
# Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d., Stirling)/Tho' I Am Now a Very Little Lad

Though I am now a very little lad, If fighting men cannot be had, ​For want of a better I may do To follow the boys with a rat-tat-too. I may seem tender, yet I'm tough, And tho’ not much of me, I’m right good stuff Of this I’ll boast, say more who can, I never was afraid to face my man. I’m a chicka-biddy—see Take me now, now, now, A merry little he For your row, dow, dow. Brown Bess I’ll knock about, oh, there's my joy! With my knapsack at my back like a roving boy.
In my tartan plaid a young soldier view, My philabeg, and Dirk, and bonnet blue, Give the word and I’ll march where you com- mand, (hand. Noble serjeant with a shilling then strike my My captain when he takes his glass, May like to toy with a pretty lass, For such a one I've a roguish eye, He’ll never want a girl when I am by. I'm a chicka-biddy, &c.
Though a barber has never yet mowed my chin, With my great broad sword I long to begin; Cut, slash, ram, dam, oh, glorious fun, For a gun pip pop change my little pop gun. The soes should fly like geese in flocks, Even Turks I’d drive like Turkey-cocks;
​Wherever quarter'd I shall be, Oh, zounds, how I’ll kiss my landlady. I’m a chicka-biddy, &c.
# Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d., Stirling)/The Highland Widow's Lament

Oh! I am come to the low countrie, Ochon, ochon, ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me.
It was nae sae in the Highland hills, Ochon, ochon, ochrie! Nae woman in the country wide Sae happy was as me.
For then I had a score o’ kye, Ochon, ochon, ochrie! Feeding on yon hill sae high, And giving milk to me.
And there I had three score o’ ewes, Ochon ochon, ochrie! Skipping on yon bonnie knowes, And casting woo to me.
I was the happiest of a’ the clan, Sair, sair may I repine, For Donald was the bravest man, And Donald he was mine.
​Till Charlie Stewart cam at last Sae far to set us free;
My Donald’s arm was wanted then, For Scotland and for me.
Their waefu’ fate what need I tell— Right to the wrang did yieid; My Donald and his country fell Upon Culloden field!
I hae nocht left me aya, Ochon, ochon, ochrie! But bonnie orphan lad-weans twa, To seek their bread wi’ me.'
I hae yet a tocher hand, Ochon, ochon, oolirie. My winsome Donald's durk an’ bran’, Into their hands to gie:
There’s only ae blink o’ hope left, To lighten my auld ee, To see my bairns git: bluidie crowns, To them gar't Donald die!
# Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d., Stirling)/Within a Mile of Edinburgh

’Twas within, a mile of Edinburgh town, In the rosy time of the year,
​Sweet flowers bloom’d, and the grass was down, And each shepherd woo’d his dear. Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay, Kissed sweet Jenny making hay: The lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd, Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.
Jockie was a wag that never wad wed, Tho‘ lang he had follow'd the lass, Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread, And merrily turn'd up the grass. Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily. Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry‘d,
Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.
But when he vow'd he wad mak her his bride, Tho’ his flocks and his herds were not few, She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow’d she'd for ever be true, Bonnie Jockie, bylthe and free, Won her heart right merrily; At kirk she nae man frowning cry‘d, Na, na, it winna do, I canna, canna, winna, winna, mana buckle to.
FINIS.
# Sailor's courtship (1822)

The Sailor's
COURTSHIP,
A NEW SONG.
To which are added.
I'll soon ha'e a Wife o' my ain,
MY LOVELY OWEN.
AND
The Smile and the Tear.
Falkirk, Printed in the Year 1822.
* The Sailor's Courtship
* I'll soon ha'e a wife o' my ain
* My lovely Owen
* The smile and the tear
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Seven Select Songs/I hae a wife o' my ain

I HAE A WIFE O' MY AIN.
FINIS.
# Seven Select Songs/I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.
# I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen

'Written by Burns in 1789 for the Museum. The subject of the song was a daughter of the Rev. Mr. Jeffrey of Lochmaben, now Mrs. Renwick of New York. The air was composed by Robert Riddle of Glenriddle, Esq., and called "The blue-eyed lassie."' —Alexander Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen", in Seven Select Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Blue Eyed Lassie", in Four Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Newton-Stewart
* "I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen" in Fairfa' the lasses (n.d.)
* "I Gaed a Waefu Gate Yestreen" in Answer to the blue bonnet, &c (n.d.)
* "I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen" in Seven favourite songs (n.d.)
* "I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen" in Nine popular songs (n.d.)
* "I Gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen" in The Sentimental Songster (n.d.)
* "I Gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen" in Seraphim (n.d.)
* "I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen" in The Singers' companion (n.d.)
* "The Blue-eyed Lassie", in The Mug of Porter (1821), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The blue-eyed lassie" in Dainty Davie (1823)
* "I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen" in Ellen More (1824)
* "I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen" in Twa weavers (1825)
* "I gaed a waefu' gate" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Blue-eyed Lassie", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
* "The Blue-Eyed Lassie" in The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language (1904), second series edited by Adam Luke Gowans
# Seven Select Songs/The Day Returns

THE DAY RETURNS.
# I had a horse (1820)/The day returns

THE DAY RETURNS.
The day returns my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet; Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. Than a' the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o'er the sultry line, Than kingly robes than crowns and globes, Heaven gave me more it made thee mine.
While day and night can bring delight, Or nature aught of pleasure give; While joys above my mind can move, For thee and thee alone I live. When that grim fee of life below, Comes in between to make us part. The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss—It breaks my heart!
# Dainty Davie (1823)/Sic a wife as Willie had

sic a wife as willie had.
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot the ca'd it Linkumdoddie, Willie was a wabster guid, Could stown a clue wi' ony bodie; He had a wife was dour and din. Tinkler Maggie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for her.
She has an e'e, she has but ane, The cat has twa the very colour; Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump, A clapper tongue was cleave a miller; A whiskin beard about her mou, Her nose and chin they threaten ither; Sic a wife, &c.
She's bow-hough'd, she's hein-skinn'd; Ae limpin lef a hand-breed shorter; She's twisted right, she's twisted left, To balance fair in ilka quarter: ​She has a hump upon her breast, The twin o' that upon her shouther; Sic a wife, &c.
Auld baudrons by the ingle sits, And wi' her loof her face a-washin; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig, She delights her grunzie wi' a hushion; Her walie nieves like midden cree's, Her face wad fyle the Logan water; Sic a wife, &c.
# Seven Select Songs/Willie Wastle

WILLIE WASTLE.
# The Greenock Railway/All's Well

ALL'S WELL.
# Highland Laddie (4)/All's Well

All’s well. Duet.
# Barring o' the Door/All's Well

All's Well.
# Todlen hame/Deserted by the Waning Moon

DESERTED BY THE WANING MOON.
Or sailing on the midnight deep, While weary messmates soundly sleep, The careful watch patroles the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck; And while his thoughts oft homewards bound Some friendly voice salutes his ear, What cheer?—Brother—quickly tell?— Above—below?—good night—all's well.
Deserted by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless doom On tower, fort, or tented ground, The sentry walks his lonely round; And should a footstep haply stray, Where caution marks the guarded way, Who goes there?—stranger—quickly tell?— A Friend—the word?-goodnight—all's well
FINIS.
# Kate Kearny, with The Answer

There are differences between the titles given on the front page and those at the head of each song; where this is the case, the latter have been used.
KATE KEARNY,
WITH THE ANSWER.
SANDY FAR AWA,
THE TEAR,
The Lass o' Netherlee,
AND
New way of Auld Lang Syne
SOLD WHOLESALE BY J. FRASER & CO. PRINTERS, STIRLING.
[No. 22.]
* Kate Kearney
* The Answer to Kate Kearney
* Sandy Far Awa
* The Tear
* The Lass o' Netherlee
* The Traveller's Return
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Kate Kearny, with The Answer/Kate Kearney

KATE KEARNEY.
# Kate Kearney

* "Kate Kearney", in Kate Kearny, with The Answer (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Kate Kearney", in Highland laddie (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Kate Kearney", in Seven popular songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Kate Kearney", in Loch-Na-Garr (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Kate Kearny, with The Answer/The Traveller's Return

THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN.
Tune—Auld Lang Syne.
FINIS.
# My Lovely Owen

"Tho' far beyond the mountains"
* "My lovely Owen", in Sailor's courtship (1822), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "My lovely Owen", in Sailor's courtship (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# Sailor's courtship/My lovely Owen

MY LOVELY OWEN.
Tho' far beyond the mountains, That looks so distant here, To fight his country's battles, Last May-day went my dear; Ah! well shall I remember, With bitter sighs the day: ​Why, Owen, did thou leave me, At home why did I stay?
Ah! cruel wife was my father, Who did my love restrain; And I was cruel hearted That did at home remain;
With thee, mv love contented, I'd journey far away. Why, Owen, &c.
To market, at Langollen, Each morning do I go; But how to strike a bargain No longer do I know: My father chides at evening, My mother all the day. Why, Owen, &c.
When thinking of my Owen, My eyes with tears they fill; And then my mother chides me Because my wheel stands still; How can I think of spinning Whilst Owen's far away? Why, Owen, &c.
Oh! could it please kind Heav'n To shield my love from harm, ​To clasp him in my bosom Would every care disarm; But, Oh! I fear, far distant Will be that happy day. Why, Owen, &c.