JENNY LASS, My BONNY BIRD.
JENNY laſs, my bonny bird.
my father's dead, and a that,
And ſnugly hid aneath the yird,
An' I'm his heir, an' a' that,
I'm now a laird, an' a' that,
I'm now a laird, an' a' that,
I've gear an' lan' at my comman'
an' muckle mair than a' that.
He left me, wi' his diein' breath,
a ⟨dwelling⟩ house an a' that;
Guid byars an' birns an' wabs o' claith,
a guid peat stack an a' that;
A mare, a foal an' a' that;
A mare, a foal an' a' that;
Sax guid milk ky, a ca f forby;
twa guid pet ewes an' a' that.
A yard, a meadow long braid lees;
wi' ſtacks o corn an a' that'
They're weel hedg'd roun wi thorn an' trees,
an' carts' an cars an' a' that;
A plou' an' g ith an a' that;
A plou' an' graith an' a' that;
Good harrow twa, cock, hens an a',
A grizie too, an' a' that.
I've walth o'claiths for ilka-days,
for Sundays too, an' a' that;
