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Tho' Geordy be laird of a houſie,
and brags o' his kye and his pelf,
Tho' warld's gear I be right ſcant o',
a fig for't, as lang's I've my heath:
If ance I were kippel'd wi' Annie,
ſhe'll, ſeldom ha'e cauſe to complain:
We'll jog on thro' life ay right canny,
when I a wife get o' my ain.

But if that my Annie prove faithleſs,
and marry before I return;
I'll no, like a cuiff, greet about her,
nor vet for ae minute wi'l mourn;
Awa' ſtraught to ſome ther beauty,
without loſs o' time I will hie
And ſhow to the laſſes I'm careleſs,
unleſs is they're as willin' as I

MY LOVELY OWEN.

Tho' for beyond the mountains,
that looks 'o diſtant here,
To fight his country's battles,
laſt May-day went my dear;
Ah! well ſhall I remember,

with bitter ſighs, the day;