...now I see, most cruel hee Cares neither for my babe nor mee. " Lye still, my darling, sleep a while, And when thou wakest sweetly smile : But smile not as thy father did To cozen maids. May God forbid ! But yett I fear thou will gae neire Thy father's hart and face to beire. " I canna...

...for my babe nor mee. Balow, etc. Lye still, my darling, sleipe a while, And when thou wakest, sweitly smile: But smile not, as thy father did, To cozen maids: nay God forbidl Bot yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire Thy fatheris hart, and face to beire. Balow, etc. * When...

...Rogers', and, it may be presumed, Pmkerton's MSS. 2 Balow, my darling, sleep awhile, And when them wakest sweetly smile ; But smile not as thy father did To cozen maids; nay, God forbid! For in thine eye his look I see, The tempting look that ruin'd me. * Balow, my boy, &c. 3 When he began...

...my babe nor me — Balow, la-low! Lie still, my darling, sleep awhile, And when thou wak'st thou'le sweetly smile: But smile not as thy father did, To cozen maids : nay, God forbid ! But yet I fear thou wilt go near Thy father's heart and face to bear— Balow, la-low ! I cannot choose...

...grieves me sair to see thee weepe. Lye still, my darling, sleipe a while, And when them wakest, sweitly smile : But smile not, as thy father did, To cozen maids : nay God forbid ! But yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire Thy fatheris hart, and face to beire. Balow, my babe, ly stil and...

...grieves me sair to see thee weipe. Ly stil, my darling, sleipe a while, And when thou wakest, sweitly alm was their course through banks of | green, While dimpling eddies play ! Bot yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire Thy fatheris hart and face to beire. Balow, my babe, ly stil...

...for my babe nor mee. Balow, etc. Ly stil, my darlinge, sleipe awhile, And when thou wakest sweitly smile: But smile not, as thy father did, To cozen maids; nay, God forbid! But yette I feire, thou wilt gae neire, Thy fatheris hart and face to beire. Baloic, etc. I cannae chuse, but ever...

...— Balow, la-low ! Lie still, my darling, sleep awhile, And when thou wak'st thou'le sweetly smile 2 But smile not as thy father did, To cozen maids : nay, God forbid ! But yet I fear thou wilt go near Thy father's heart and face to bear — Balow, la-low ! I cannot choose...

...neither for my babe nor me. Balow, my babe, &c. 565 Lie still, my darling ! sleep awhile, And when them wakest, sweetly smile ; But smile not as thy father did, To cozen maids ; nay, God forbid ! But yet I fear thou wilt gae near Thy father's heart and face to bear. Balow, my babe, &c. I canna choose...

...my babe nor me — Balow, la-low! Lie still, my darling, sleep awhile, And when thou wak'st thou'le sweetly smile: But smile not as thy father did, To cozen maids: nay, God forbid! But yet I fear thou wilt go near Thy father's heart and face to bear — Balow, la-low! I cannot choose...