An' I saw ane and twenty, Tam.

They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, [have, dolt]
Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
But hear'st thou, laddie? there's my loof, [hand]
I'm thine at ane and twenty, Tam!


YE BANKS AND BRAES

(Second Version)

Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o' care?

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o' the happy days, [remindest]
When my fause luve was true.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o' my fate.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
To see the wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its love,