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I GAED A WAEFU' GATE, &c.
AIR.--THE BLATHRIE O'T.
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
Twa lovely e'en o' bonnie blue.
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white
It was her e'en sae bonnie blue.
II. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyld,
She charm'd my soul I wist na how; And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her e'en sae bonnie blue.
But spare to speak, and spare to speed ;
She'll aiblins listen to my vow : Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa e'en sae bonnie blue *.
* The heroine of this song was Miss J. of Lochmaban. This lady, now Mrs R., after residing some time in Liver. pool, is settled with her husband in New.York, North America.
THE THAMES FLOWS PROUDLY, &c.
AIR.-ROBIE DONNA GORACH.
Where royal cities stately stand;
Where Cummins ance had high command: When shall I see that honor'd land,
That winding stream I love so dear! Must wayward fortune's adverse hand
For ever, ever keep me here.
Where spreading hawthorns gayly bloom How sweetly wind thy sloping dales
Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom!
Tho' wandering, now, must be
doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes, May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days !