THE RAMBLING BOY.
I AM a rake and a rambling boy,
I'm lately come from Auchnacloy;
A rambling boy altho' I be,
I'll forsake them all and go with thee.
My father promis'd me houses and land,
If I would be at his command;
At his command, love, I ne'er will be,
I'll forsake them all and go with thee.
For houses and land they are but a plot,
Houses and land I do value not;
For houses and garden I will provide,
And have my darling down by my side.
Well doth he know I can shape and sew,
Well doth he know I can bake and brew,
I can wash his linen and dress them fine,
And yet he's gone and left me behind.
O Willie Baillie ye told me lies,
You'd build me castles up to the skies,
And every river should have a brigg,
And every finger a fine gold ring.
O Billy, Billy, I love thee well,
I love thee better than tongue can tell,
I love thee well tho' I dare not show it,
My dearest dear, let no man know it.
