Country Lassie

Song --

In Simmer when the hay was mawn
And corn wav'd green on ilka field
While claver blooms white o'er the lea,
And roses blaw in ilka bield;
Blythe Bessie, in the milkin-shiel,
Says, I'll be wed come o't what will:
Outshak a dame in wrinkled old-
O'gude advisement comes nae ill.-

Its ye hae wooers mony ane,
And lassie ye're but young ye ken,
Then wait a wee & canny wale
A routhy but, a routhy ben:
There's Johnie o' the Buskieglen,
Fu' is his barn, fu’ is his byre;
Tak this frae me, my bonie hen,
It's plenty-beets the [?]

For Johnie o' the Buskieglen,
I dinna care a single flie
He loes sae weel his craful & kye,
He has nae loove to spare for me:
But Robie's heart is frank & free
Fu'weel I wat he loes m dear,
And loove blinks bonie in his e'e,
For loove I'll wed, & work for gear.