THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 93

I Winna marry ony mon bat Sandy o'er the lee; I winna ha the Dominee, for geud he canna be; But I will ha my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the Ice. For he's aye a kissing, kissing, aye a kissing me.

I will not have the minister, for all his godly looks; Nor yet will I the lawyer have, for all his wily crooks; I will not have the ploughman lad, nor yet will I the miller; But I will have my Sandy lad, without one penny filler. For he's aye a kissing, &c. I will not have the soldier lad, for he gangs to the war; I will not have the sailor lad, because he smells of tar: I will not have the lord nor laird, for all their mickle gear; But I will have my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the meir. For he's aye a kissing, &c.