The Little White Cot; Or, Annie, The Pride o’ Them A.” By Upton.

 The Little White Cot;

Or, Annie, The Pride o’ Them A.”

Though Scotia may boast of it’s maids fair and free,

O, the lassie that lives in, the cottage for me;

In a little white cot by the Tay’s winding stream,

Where the sun shows her imagr in each golden beam.

O. yes and no fairer the swains ever saw,

That Annie, the fairest, and pride o’ them a’.

Though Scotia may sing of its castels and lairds,

of its beauties and chieftains, in songs of its bards,

No misnstrel e’er yet found the them of his lays,

So pleasing as Annie, the gem of my praise!

O, yes and the laddies proclaim it afar-

‘Tis Annie, the fairest, and pride o’them a’;

And Scotia, thy bells shall melodiously play

When I and my charmerto kirk gang away;

O. yes, and her brows with sweet roses I’ll twine,

When Annie, the Maid of the cottage is mine.

While each lad and lassie shall envy us twa,

Dear Anni, the fairest, the pride o’ them a’.

By Upton