Walter Watson

“ Now simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs,
⁠The woods wi' leaves so green;
And little birds around their bow'rs,
⁠In harmony convene:
The cuckoo flies from tree to tree,
⁠Whilst saft the zephyrs blaw ”

“ For we've lippen'd aye to providence, and sae will we yet.
⁠And sae will we yet, &c.
Long live the king, and happy may he be,
And success to his forces by land and by sea!
His enemies to triumph we never will permit,
Britons aye have been victorious, and sae will they yet.
⁠And sae will they yet, &c.
Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun',
For the sun has to rise, though the moon it goes down.
Till the house be rinnin' roun' about, it's time enough to flit,
When we fell, we aye got up again, and sae will we yet. ”

“ The unco bit want.
[Watson.—Tune, "Woo'd and married and a'."]
I am a young lass in my blossom,
⁠My age is about twenty-one,
Quite ready to lie i' the bosom
⁠O' some merry hearted young man;
I've baith bread and kitchen nae scanty,
⁠An' gowns i' the fashion fu' braw:
But aye there's an unco bit wantie,
⁠That fashes me mair than them a'.
⁠Ripe an' ready an' a'.
⁠Ripe an' ready an' a',
⁠I wish I may get a bit man
⁠Afore my beauty gae wa'. ”