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. Coming through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye, She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. Jenny's a' wat, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. II. Gin a body meet a body-- Coming through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need a body cry? III. Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need the world ken? Jenny's a' wat, poor body; Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. * * * * * CLIII. YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE PLAIN. Tune--"_The carlin o' the glen._" [Sent to the Museum by Burns in his own handwriting: part only is thought to be his] I. Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain; Thro' a' our lasses he did rove, And reign'd resistless king of love: But now wi' sighs and starting tears, He strays amang the woods and briers; Or in the glens and rocky caves His sad complaining dowie raves. II. I wha sae late did range and rove, And chang'd with every moon my love, I little thought the time was near, Repentance I should buy sae dear: The slighted maids my torment see, And laugh at a' the pangs I dree; While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair, Forbids me e'er to see her mair! * * * * * CLIV. OUT OVER THE FORTH. Tune--"_Charlie Gordon's welcome hame._" [In one of his letters to Cunningham, dated 11th March 1791, Burns quoted the four last lines of this tender and gentle lyric, and inquires how he likes them.] I. Out over the Forth I look to the north, But what is the north and its Highlands to me? The south nor the east gie ease to my breast, The far foreign land, or the wild rolling sea. II. But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be; For far in the west lives he I Io'e best, The lad that is dear to my babie and me. * * * * * CLV. THE LASS OF ECCLEFECHAN. Tune--"_Jacky Latin._" [Burns in one of his professional visits to Ecclefechan was amused with a rough old district song, which some one sung: he rendered, at a
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