A favourite Scots Song

When lav'rocks sweet, and yellow broom Prefume the banks of Tweed, Blithe Nancy boasts a sweeter bloom, Her charms all charms exceed. Gang o'er the merry fields of hay, Cry'd love sick Jockey, wi' a sigh; And wha sae saft, sae young, and gay, Could sic a handsome lad deny?

In Sandy's cheek the white and red, Like rose and lily join'd; For him each lassie hung her head, For her each ladie pin'd. Gang o'er the merry fields of hay. Wi' me, my dearest lass, he'd cry; And wha sae saft, sae young, and gay, Cou'd sic a handsome lad deny?

He gang'd o'er fields and broomy land, Till mither 'gan to chide; Then Sandy press'd her lily hand, And ask'd her for his bride: Then o'er the merry fields of hay, Said she, my dearest lad, we'll hie; For wha sae saft, sae young, and gay. Cou'd sic a handsome lad deny?