There was a shepherd's dochter
Kept sheep upon yon hill,
And by cam a gay braw gentleman,
And wad hae had his will.

He took her by the milk-white hand,
And laid her on the ground,
And whan he got his will o her
He lift her up again.

‘O syne ye 've got your will o me,
Your will o me ye 've taen,
'T is all I ask o you, kind sir,
Is to tell to me your name.’

‘Sometimes they call me Jack,’ he said,
‘Sometimes they call me John,
But whan I am in the king's court,
My name is Wilfu Will.’

" Adiew, madam my mother dear,
But and my sisters two!
Adiew, fair Robert of Oarchyardtoan!
For thee my heart is woe.

" Adiew, the lilly and the rose,
The primrose, sweet to see!
Adiew, my lady and only joy!
For I manna stay with thee.

" Tho I have killed the laird Johnston,
What care I for his feed?
My noble mind dis still incline;
He was my father's dead.

" Both night and day I laboured oft
Of him revenged to be,
And now I 've got what I long sought;
But I manna stay with thee.

He Being Condemned for High Treason, and Conspiring the

Death of the King and the Duke, and Subverting the

Government of These Three Kingdoms.

A Song. To the Tune " State and Ambition "

1.

Adieu to the pleasure of murder and whoring,
Of plotting, conspiring the death of a king:
Confound the temptation of bastard-adoring,
For which I confess I deserve for to swing.
Poor Monmouth may curse me, 'twas I overruled

She Returned to the North, and Died Soon After

Adieu, fair isle! I love thy bowers,
I love thy dark-eyed daughters there;
The cool pomegranate's scarlet flowers
Look brighter in their jetty hair.

They praised my forehead's stainless white;
And when I thirsted, gave a draught
From the full clustering cocoa's height,
And smiling, blessed me as I quaff'd.

Well pleased, the kind return I gave,

Adieu, dear object of my love's excess,
And with thee all my hopes of happiness,
With the same fervent and unchanged heart
Which did its whole self once to thee impart,
(And which, though fortune has so sorely bruis'd,
Would suffer more, to be from this excus'd)
I to resign thy dear converse submit,
Since I can neither keep, nor merit it.
Thou hast too long to me confined been,
Who ruin am without, passion within.
My mind is sunk below thy tenderness,
And my condition does deserve it less;
I'm so entangl'd and so lost a thing

(i)

Adieu, dear life! here am I left alone;
The world is strangely changed since thou art gone.
Compose thyself to rest, all will be well;
I'll come to bed ‘as fast as possible’.

(ii)

Slumb'ring disturbed, appeared the well-known face,
Lovely, engaging, as she ever was;
I kissed and caught the phantom in my arms,
I knew it such, but such a shade hath charms!
Devout, I thanked kind heaven that, with a wife,
Had brightened up my choicest years of life;

Adelita's the name of the lady
Who was the mistress of all my pleasures here.
Never think I can come to forget her,
Nor to change her for any other dear.

If Adelita would take me for a husband,
If Adelita would only be my wife,
I would buy her a costume of satin
And I'd give her a taste of barracks life.

Now the trumpet to battle does call me
To fight as every valiant soldier should.
In the streets then the blood will be running,
But 'twill never see me forget thee.

If perhaps I should die in the battle,

I

he fell off his crane
and his head hit the steel floor and broke like an egg
he lived a couple of hours with his brains bubbling out
and then he died
and the safety clerk made out a report saying
it was carelessness
and the craneman should have known better
from twenty years experience
than not to watch his step
and slip in some grease on top of his crane
and then the safety clerk told the superintendent
he'd ought to fix that guardrail

II

out at the open hearth
they all went to see the picture

A DAM was my grandfather,
A tall, spoiled child,
A red, clay tower
In Eden, green and mild.
He ripped the Sinful Pippin
From its sanctimonious limb.
Adam was my grandfather—
And I take after him.

Noah was my uncle
And he got dead drunk.
There were planets in his liquor-can
And lizards in his bunk.
He fell into the Bottomless
Past Hell's most shrinking star.
Old Aunt Fate has often said
How much alike we are.

Lilith, she's my sweetheart
Till my heartstrings break,
Most of her is honey-pale

Adam scrivain, if evere it thee bifalle
Boece or Troilus for to writen newe,
Under thy longe lokkes thou moste have the scalle,
But after my making thou write more trewe,
So ofte a day I moot thy werk renewe,
It to correcte, and eek to rubbe and scrape;
And al is thurgh thy necligence and rape.