The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Brose and Butter

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BROSE AND BUTTER.

An old song. Burns transferred the first two lines of the 4th stanza to another composition.

Jenny sits up in the laft,
 Jockey would fain be at her,
But there cam' a wind out o' the west,
 Made a' the winnocks to clatter.

 O gi'e my love brose, brose,
 O gi'e my love brose and butter,
 For nane in Carrick but him
 Can please a lassie better.

The lavrock lo'es the grass,
 The paitrick lo'es the stibble;
And hey for the gardener lad,
 To gully away wi' his dibble.

O gi'e my love, &c. 


My daddie sent me to the hill,
 To pu' my minnie some heather,
And drive it in your fill,
 Ye're welcome to the leather.

O gi'e my love, &c. 


The mouse is a merry wee beast,
 The moudiewart wants the een;
And O for a touch of the thing,
 I had in my nieve yestreen.
 

O gi'e my love, &c. 


We a' were fou yestreen,
 The night shall be its brither,
And hey for a merry pin,
 To nail twa wames thegither.

O gi'e my love, &c.