the hussy bold
Along with poverty did toy,
And that long time she had been courting
Of young Will, her gay ploughboy.
Rosetta said, My dearest father,
Shall I speak with courage bold?
I milk my cow, I love the plough,
I value William more than gold.
Then in a cellar he confined her,
Where no one could her annoy,
And with delight, both day and night,
She sighed for Will, her gay ploughboy.
Fifteen long months on bread and water
Sweet Rosetta was confined,
So fast in love had Cupid caught her,
No one thing could change her mind.
Her father strove with all his might
Her happiness for to destroy,
But nothing could Rosetta daunt,
She doated on her gay ploughboy.
At length grim death her father summoned
From this sinful world of care,
And then to his estate and fortune
Rosetta was the only heir.
The village bells did call Rosetta,
And young Will, her gay ploughboy.
For miles around the lads and lasses
Merrily for them did sing,
At their wedding all was joyful,
And the village bells did ring.
No couple can be more contented,
They sing with joy «God speed the plough.»
Rosetta and her gay ploughboy.
Sea, beautiful women, a beautiful song,, how I love you, always love you.women, sea, believe, to sing, me the moment, I like so much!, one, one, one moment,, one, one, one feeling,, one, one, one compliment, mystery, mystery, mystery
Both Sides the Tweed
What «s the spring-breathing jasmine and rose?» s the summer with all its gay train «s the splendour of autumn to those» ve bartered their freedom for gain? the love of our land « ; s sacred rightthe love of our people succeedfriendship and honour uniteflourish on both sides the Tweed.sweetness the senses can cheercorruption and bribery bindbrightness that gloom can e »er clearhonour's the sum of the mindvirtue distinguish the braveriches in lowest degreethem poorest who can be a slaverichest who dare to be free
Blackbird
I am a young sailor, my story is sad, once I was carefree and a brave sailor lad, courted a lassie by night and by day, but now she has left me, sailed far away., if I was a blackbird could whistle and sing, «d follow the vessel my true love sails in, in the top riggin» I would there build my next, I «d flutter my wings o» er her lilly white breast.if I was a scholar and could handle the pensecret love letter to my true love I «d sendtell of my sorrow, my grief and my painshe» ; s gone and left meyon flowery glen., if I was a blackbird could whistle and sing, «d follow the vessel my true lo...
