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OLD BALLADS

_Illustrated by

JOHN EYRE R.B.A._

CONTENTS.

COME, LASSES AND LADSCOMIN' THRO' THE RYECHERRY-RIPEANNIE LAURIEROBIN ADAIRMOLLY BAWNGO, HAPPY ROSE!THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'DALICE GRAYHOME, SWEET HOMEJOHN ANDERSON, MY JOMY PRETTY JANEROCK'D IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEPTHE MINSTREL BOYON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATERAULD LANG SYNEWITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWNTHE NIGHT-PIECE TO JULIATOM BOWLINGMY LOVE IS LIKE THE RED RED ROSEWIDOW MALONETHE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMANCALLER HERRIN'A HUNTING WE WILL GOHEARTS OF OAKTHE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMANTHE BAY OF BISCAY O!BLACK-EYED SUSANDUNCAN GRAYTHE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTONTHE MILLER OF DEETHE ANGEL'S WHISPERSIMON THE CELLARERAULD ROBIN GRAYBONNIE DUNDEESALLY IN OUR ALLEYKITTY OF COLERAINEHERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEENTHE LEATHER BOTTELWOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREETHE TOKENO WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLASTTHE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVELOVELY NANTHE LASS OF RICHMOND HILLTELL ME NOT, SWEETSHE WORE A WREATH OF ROSESO NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL?

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COME, LASSES AND LADS.

Come, lasses and lads,
                 get leave of your dads,
  And away to the Maypole hie,
For ev'ry fair has a sweetheart there,
  And the fiddler's standing by;

For Willy shall dance with Jane,
  And Johnny has got his Joan,
To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
  Trip it up and down!

"You're out," says Dick; "not I," says Nick,
  "'Twas the fiddler play'd it wrong;"
"'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue,
  And so says ev'ry one.
The fiddler than began
  To play the tune again,
And ev'ry girl did trip it, trip it,
  Trip it to the men!

Then, after an hour, they went to a bow'r,
  And play'd for ale and cakes;
And kisses too,—until they were due,
  The lasses held the stakes.
The girls did then begin
  To quarrel with the men,
And bade them take their kisses back,
  And give them their own again!

"Good-night," says Harry;
                  "good-night," says Mary;
  "Good-night," says Poll to John;
"Good-night," says Sue
                  to her sweetheart Hugh;
  "Good-night," says ev'ry one.
Some walk'd and some did run,
  Some loiter'd on the way,
And bound themselves by kisses twelve,
  To meet the next holiday.

Anon.

COMING THRO' THE RYE.

Gin a body meet a body
  Comin' thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
  Need a body cry?

Ilka lassie has her laddie,
  Nane, they say, hae I,
Yet a' the lads they smile at me
  When comin' thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body
  Comin' frae the town,
Gin a body meet a body,
  Need a body frown?
    Ilka lassie has, etc.

Amang the train there is a swain
  I dearly lo'e mysel';
But what his name, or whaur his hame,
  I dinna care to tell.
    Ilka lassie has,

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