XII.
But
Donald Scot ’s the happy lad,
Though
a’ the lave sud try to rate him;
Whan
he steps up the brae sae glad,
She
disna ken maist whare to set him:
Donald
Scot is wooing at her,
Courting
her, will maybe get her;
Bonny Lizzy Liberty, wow,
sae mony ’s wooing at her.
XIII.
Now,
Donald, tak’ a frien’s advice—
I
ken fu’ weel ye fain wad hae her;
As
ye are happy, sae be wise,
And
ha’d ye wi’ a smackie frae her:
Ye
’re wooing at her, fain wad hae her,
Courting
her, will maybe get her;
Bonny Lizzy Liberty, there
’s ow’r mony wooing at her.
XIV.
Ye
’re weel, and wat’sna, lad, they ‘re
sayin’,
Wi’
getting leave to dwall aside her;
And
gin ye had her a’ your ain,
Ye
might na find it mows to guide her:
Ye
’re wooing at her, fain wad hae her,
Courting
her, will maybe get her;
Cunning quean, she ’s
ne’er be mine, as lang ’s sae mony ’s
wooing at her.
THE STIPENDLESS PARSON.
TUNE—"A Cobbler there was," &c.
I.
How happy a life does the Parson possess,
Who would be no greater, nor fears to be less;
Who depends on his book and his gown for support,
And derives no preferment from conclave or court!
Derry down, &c.
II.
Without glebe or manse settled on him by law,
No stipend to sue for, nor vic’rage to draw;
In discharge of his office he holds him content,
With a croft and a garden, for which he pays rent.
Derry down, &c.
III.
With a neat little cottage and furniture plain,
And a spare room to welcome a friend now and then;
With a good-humour’d wife in his fortune to share,
And ease him at all times of family care.
Derry down, &c.
IV.
With a few of the Fathers, the oldest and best,
And some modern extracts pick’d out from the rest;
With a Bible in Latin, and Hebrew, and Greek,
To afford him instruction each day of the week.
Derry down, &c.
V.
What children he has, if any are given,
He thankfully trusts to the kindness of Heaven;
To religion and virtue he trains them while young,
And with such a provision he does them no wrong.
Derry down, &c.