being a collection of celebrated English, and Scotch songs

.O Wow! quo' he, were I as free,As firft when I Caw this Country,How blyth and merry wad I be!And I wad never,, never think lane.He grew canty, and fhe grew fain;But little did her auld Minny kenWhat thir flee twa togither were fay'n,"When Wooing., wooing they were fae thrang.51And o! quo' he, ann je were as- blackAs e'er the Crown of my Dady's Hat,Tis I wad lay thee by my Back,And awa' awa' wi' me thou fhoud gang.And o! cjuoth fhe, ann I were as whiteAs e'er the fnaw lay on the Dike,I'd dead me braw, and Lady like,And awai awa' with thee I'd gang.Between the twa was made a PlotjThey raife a Wee before the Cock,And wylily they fhot the Lock,And faft, and faft to the Bent are they gane.Up the Morn the auld Wife raife,And at her Leifure pat on her Claife;Syne to the Servants Bed fhe gaes,To fpeer, to fpeer for the Tilly poor Man.She gaed to the Bed where the Beggar lay,The Strae was cauld, he was away,She clapt her Hands, cry'd, Waladay,For fome, for fome of our Gear will be gane.Some ran to Coffers, and fome to Kifts,But nought was ftown that cou'd be mift.She danc'd her lane, cry'd, P raife be bleft>I have lodg'd> I've lodg'd a leal poor Man.Since nathings awai as we can learn.The Kirn's to Kirn, and Milk to earn,Gae butt the Houfe, Lafs, and waken my Bairn.,And bid her, bid her come quickly benThe Servant gade where the Daughter lay.The Sheets were cauld, fhe was away,And faft to her Goodwife can fay,She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man.O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, -And hafte je Find thefe Traitors again;For fhe's be burnt, and he's be flain.The wearifu' Gaberlunzie-M.an.