CARNWATH LASSES. 101 CARNWATH LASSES. O BEAUTY blooms bright in this village of ours! Our Jennies are handsome, our Jeanies are rare, Our Gracies might grace any meeting of beauty, Our Beenies are bonnie, our Bells they are braw, But nane sic ye'll find in the flowers o' Carnwath. Our Nannies are neat, our Nellies nae less, Our Betties are beauties, our Fannies are fair, We'll match the wide world wi' the fair o' Carnwath ! A. NICOL. The author of the above was for many years schoolmaster of Carnwath. He was a gentleman of high talent, and wrote many pieces, but we believe this was the only one which ever appeared in print. THE LADS OF CARNWATH. O WHERE will ye find sic braw lads as our ain, We've Adams-nane braver in battle e'er fell, Than the Adams and Andrews we have in Carnwath. Douce chiels are our Davies, and if there's a faut It's blateness; but gie them a wee drap o' maut, Then they'll laugh at a' danger, and even face death, To mak braw lasses wives in toon o' Carnwath. Our Johnnies are jolly, a' braw buirdly men, Our Major is michty in science and arts; He has been at the moon, and a' thae foreign parts; He has travelled the planets, and the far milky path; But could never find lads like the lads o' Carnwath. So great is his genius, just oot o' mere fun, A year or twa back he invented a gun Of such terrible power-he could stand at Carnwath And knock down his foe on the peak of Cape Wrath. Our Maurice is meek, as a Moses should be, KATIE CORE O' COULTER. Our Robins are rare, and our Tams are a treat, 103 Our Watties are witty, our Willies are wise, And auld Mysie Broon, at the head o' the toon, W. G. KATIE CORE O' COULTER. Tune-" Roy's Wife." KEN ye Katie Core o' Coulter? Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter ! Our Katie's faither was a laird, Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter, &c. Katie had been rale weel schuled, Na! troth she lookit weel about her. Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter, &c. Kate could discourse on kirk an' State, She ne'er met ane that could confute her; The minister had to retreat, Whene'er he met wi' Kate o' Coulter. Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter, &c. 'Mang a' the belles o' Biggar toun, Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter, &c. An' scores o' wooers cam' an' swore A Hielan' laird, choke fu' o' pride, Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter, &c. A gallant youth fresh frae Carnwath, Hey for Katie Core o' Coulter, &c. W. G. DAVIE'S LEFT BANKMAINS. 105 DAVIE'S LEFT BANKMAINS. O DULL and dreary is our hame, I ne'er kenned what it was to love, A' nature has put mournin' on, The stars by nicht are no sae bricht, The flowers have never raised their heads The neebours gibe an' taunt me now, My mother winna haud her tongue, They took me to the dance yestreen But ah! it had nae charms for me, For Davie wasna there. The doctor's brought me -gude kens what! The best thing he could bring to me Is Davie to Bankmains! W. G. Bankmains was a small hamlet of four families within half a mile south of Carnwath; the houses are now all razed from the foundation. It was a most beautiful dwelling place. |