If thou should kiss me, love,
     Wha could espy thee? 
     If thou wad be my love,
     Jamie, come try me! 
     Jamie, come try me, &c.

I Love My Love In Secret

     My Sandy gied to me a ring,
     Was a’ beset wi’ diamonds fine;
     But I gied him a far better thing,
     I gied my heart in pledge o’ his ring.

     Chorus.—­My Sandy O, my Sandy O,
     My bonie, bonie Sandy O;
     Tho’ the love that I owe
     To thee I dare na show,
     Yet I love my love in secret, my Sandy O.

     My Sandy brak a piece o’ gowd,
     While down his cheeks the saut tears row’d;
     He took a hauf, and gied it to me,
     And I’ll keep it till the hour I die. 
     My Sand O, &c.

Sweet Tibbie Dunbar

     O wilt thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? 
     O wilt thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? 
     Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
     Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

     I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
     I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly;
     But sae that thou’lt hae me for better for waur,
     And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

The Captain’s Lady

     Chorus.—­O mount and go, mount and make you ready,
     O mount and go, and be the Captain’s lady.

     When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle,
     Thou shalt sit in state, and see thy love in battle: 
     When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle,
     Thou shalt sit in state, and see thy love in battle. 
     O mount and go, &c.

     When the vanquish’d foe sues for peace and quiet,
     To the shades we’ll go, and in love enjoy it: 
     When the vanquish’d foe sues for peace and quiet,
     To the shades we’ll go, and in love enjoy it. 
     O mount and go, &c.

John Anderson, My Jo

     John Anderson, my jo, John,
     When we were first acquent;
     Your locks were like the raven,
     Your bonie brow was brent;
     But now your brow is beld, John,
     Your locks are like the snaw;
     But blessings on your frosty pow,
     John Anderson, my jo.

     John Anderson, my jo, John,
     We clamb the hill thegither;
     And mony a cantie day, John,
     We’ve had wi’ ane anither: 
     Now we maun totter down, John,
     And hand in hand we’ll go,
     And sleep thegither at the foot,
     John Anderson, my jo.

My Love, She’s But A Lassie Yet

     My love, she’s but a lassie yet,
     My love, she’s but a lassie yet;
     We’ll let her stand a year or twa,
     She’ll no be half sae saucy yet;
     I rue the day I sought her, O! 
     I rue the day I sought her, O! 
     Wha gets her needs na say she’s woo’d,
     But he may say he’s bought her, O.