O
JENNY
DEAR
,
THE
WORD
IS
GANE
.
Air
—
Cauld
and
Raw
.
O
Jenny
dear
,
the
word
is
gane
,
That
ye
are
unco
saucy
,
And
that
ye
think
this
race
o'
men
Deserves
na
sic
a
lassie
.
Troth
!
gin
ye
wait
till
men
are
made
O'
something
like
perfection
,
I
fear
ye'll
wait
till
it
be
said
—
Ye're
late
for
your
election
.
The
men
agree
to
gie
ye
choice
,
—
What
think
ye
o'
young
Harry
?
"
He
ne'er
shall
hae
my
hand
or
voice
Wha
wad
a
monkey
marry
?
He
plays
his
pranks
,
he
curls
his
hair
,
And
acts
by
imitation
;
A
dawted
monkey
does
nae
mair
Than
ape
the
tricks
o'
fashion
.
Now
Sandy
he
affects
the
bear
,
And
growls
at
a'
that's
pleasing
;
Gin
ye've
a
soft
or
jaunty
air
,
That
air
provokes
his
teasing
:
Gin
ye
be
cheerfu'
,
blithe
,
and
free
,
A'
that
is
unbecoming
,
—
Can
ne'er
the
heartsome
temper
be
Of
ony
modest
woman
.
Then
Colin
,
too
,
although
polite
,
Has
nae
sma'
share
o'
learning
,
Yet
stretching
out
his
words
sae
tight
,
They're
sadly
spoil'd
wi'
darning
.
He
cons
his
speech
,
he
mends
his
phrase
,
For
fear
he
speaks
na
grammar
;
When
done
,
ye'd
think
that
a'
his
days
He'd
only
learn'd
to
hammer
.
Now
Jocky
he
has
wit
at
will
,
He
sings
,
he
plays
,
he
dances
,
He's
aye
sae
blithe
,
he's
certain
still
To
hit
the
young
ane's
fancies
;
His
words
they
flow
wi'
gracefu'
ease
,
They
speak
a
heart
maist
tender
;
Yet
underneath
these
words
that
please
There
lurks
a
sad
offender
.
Not
a'
the
wealth
o'
rich
Peru
Could
keep
poor
James
frae
fretting
;
The
gentlest
gales
that
ever
blew
His
peace
wad
overset
in
.
What
can
I
do
,
gin
apes
below
To
lead
should
be
my
station
,
—
Although
ilk
ape
should
prove
some
beau
Once
famous
in
this
nation
?
"