THE SAILOR's MEDLEY, SONG

On Etricks banks, in a summer's night, At gloming, when the sheep drove hame, I met my lassie, bra and tight, Came wading barefoot a her lane, My heart grew light, I ran, I flang My arms about her lily neck, And kiss'd, and calspt her there fu' lang; My words they were nae muny, feck.

I said my lassie, will you go, To the highland hills, the Erse to learn; I'll heath gie thee a cow and yew, When you come to the brig of Earn. At Leith, auld meal comes in, ne'er fash, And herring at the Broomy law; Cheer up year heart, my bonny lass, There's gear to win we never saw.

All day, when we ha wrought enough, When winter's frost and snaw begin, And when the sun goes west the Loch, At night, when you fa fast to spin, I'll screw my drones and play a spring; And thus the weary night we'll end, Till the tender kids and lumb-time bring, Our pleasant summer back again.