Part 106 (1/2)

The Tear-Drop

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice o' Pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv'd; Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I pruv'd; But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, I can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.

Oh, if I were--where happy I hae been-- Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green; For there he is wand'ring and musing on me, Wha wad soon dry the tear-drop that clings to my e'e.

For The Sake O' Somebody

My heart is sair--I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody; I could wake a winter night For the sake o' Somebody.

O-hon! for Somebody!

O-hey! for Somebody!

I could range the world around, For the sake o' Somebody.

Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on Somebody!

Frae ilka danger keep him free, And send me safe my Somebody!

O-hon! for Somebody!

O-hey! for Somebody!

I wad do--what wad I not?

For the sake o' Somebody.

1795

A Man's A Man For A' That

Tune--”For a' that.”

Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave--we pa.s.s him by, We dare be poor for a' that!

For a' that, an' a' that.

Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man's a Man for a' that: For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that.