32 LIZZIE ' THE GLEN. 



He wags his heed en' cocks oot his chin, 

 En' says what he'll dee if he nobbit gets in 

 He'll pack up his duds en' leave them oa, 

 En* ga tull Amerryka, peer oald Joe. 



Back ta th' shop, en' inta th' neuk, 

 En' oot wud th' peype for a lal bit smeak. 

 They cry, u What fettle, Joe ? are ye well ? " 

 <c Oh, furst-rate, neycely ; Hoo's yerseF ?" 

 It's Freyday noo, en' th' pay's th' neet, 

 When a lal sup yall 'ill put Joe oa reet ; 

 Whe then 'ill be peartest emang them oa, 

 Whe laffin* en' jwoakin' but peer oald Joe ! 



BLITHE, blithe is the feeam o' her bonnie blue e'e, 

 An* o'er her fair shoothers her linty locks flee ; 

 Wi* light fairy footsteps wha laughin' comes ben f 

 It's lovely young Lizzie o' yon bonnie glen. 



Wi' her lipa like the cherries, sae red-ripe, I trow, 

 Or the scarlet noop-berries that on Cheviot grow ; 

 Like the sweet blushing rose-bud in yon dewy fen, 

 Is lovely young Lizzie o' yon bonnie glen. 



