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She's stately like yon youthful ash,
Oh, were yon hills and vallies mine, That grows the cowslip braes between,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine ! And shoots its head above each bush;
The world then the love should know And she's twa glancin' sparklin' een.
I bear my highland lassie, O. She's spotless as the flow'ring thorn,
But fickle fortune frowns on me,
But while my crimson currents flow,
Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
And she's twa glancin' sparklin een. My faithful highland lassie, 0. Her hair is like the curling mist
For her I'll dare the billows' roar, That shades the mountain-side at e'en,
For her I'll trace a distant shore, When fow'r-reviving rains are past;
That Indian wealth may lustre throw And she's twa glancin' sparklin’een.
Around my highland lassie, O. Her forehead's like the show'ry bow,
She has my heart, she has my hand, When shining sunbeams intervene, By sacred truth and honour's band ! And gild the distant mountain's brow; 'Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low And she's twa glancin' sparklin' een.
I'm thine, my highland lassie, 0. Her voice is like the evening thrush
Farewell the glen sae busly, O! That sings in Cessnock banks unseen,
Farewell the plain sae rushy, O! While his mate sits nestling in the bush;
To other lands I now must go, And she's twa glancin' sparklin' een.
To sing my highland lassie, O. Her lips are like the cherries ripe
That sunny walls from Boreas screenThey tempt the taste and charm the sight; And she's twa glancin' sparklin' een.
Powers celestial! whose protection That slowly mount the rising steep;
Ever guards the virtuous fair, And she's twa glancin' sparklin' een.
While in distant climes I wander,
Let my Mary be your care : Her breath is like the fragrant breeze
Let her form sae fair and faultless, That gently stirs the blossom'd bean,
Fair and faultless as your own, When Phoebus sinks beneath the seas;
Let my Mary's kindred spirit And she's twa glanciu' sparklin' een.
Draw your choicest influence down. But it's not her air, her form, her face, Make the gales you waft around her
Tho' matching beauty's fabled queen, Soft and peaceful as her breast,
Soothe her bosom into rest :
When in distant lands I roam;
To realms unknown while fate exiles me,
Make her bosom still my home.
From ther, Elija.
TUNE--Gilderoy, or Donald.
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore,
The cruel Fates between us throv
A boundless ocean's roar :
But boundless oceans roaring wide,
The Farewell. Between my love and me,
TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee,
TUNE-Good-night, and joy be wi' you a'! Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,
ADIEU ! a heart-warm, fond adieu ! The maid that I adore !
Dear brothers of the mystic tie ! A boding voice is in mine ear,
Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few, We part to meet no more!
Companions of my social joy; The latest throb that leaves my heart, Tho' I to foreign lands must hie, While death stands victor by,
Pursuing Fortune's slipp’ry ba', That throb, Eliza, is thy part,
With melting heart and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.
And spent the cheerful, festive night;
Oft honour'd with supreme command,
Presided o'er the sons of light;
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever saw ! AGAIN rejoicing nature sees
Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Those happy scenes when far awa.' Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
May freedom, harmony, and love All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th' Omniscient eye above,
Still rising by the plummet's law,
Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa'.
And you, farewell! whose merits claim, The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
Justly, that highest badge to wear !
Heav'n bless your honour'd, noble name, The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
To masonry and Scotia dear; Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks ; A last request permit me here, But life to me's a weary dream,
When yearly ye assemble a', A dream of ane that never wauks.
One roundI ask it with a tear
To him, the Bard that's far awa'. The wanton coot the water skims,
Amang the reeds the ducklings cry, The stately swan majestic swims,
Ghe Brars a Ballarhmyle. (316) And everything is blest but I.
TUNE--The Braes O' Ballochmyle. The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, And owre the moorland whistles shrill; The flowers decay'd on Catrine lea, Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, I meet him on the dewy hill.
But nature sicken'd on the ee.
Thro' faded groves Maria sang,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side, And aye the wild-wood echoes rang,
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers, Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair; And raging bend the naked tree:
Ye birdies dumb, in with’ring bowers,
But, here, alas ! for me nae mair
The Lass n Wallorhmyle. (317) TUNE--Miss Forbes's Farewell to Banff. 'Twas even the dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearlies hang, The zephyr wanton'd round the bean,
And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In ev'ry glen the mavis sang,
All nature list'ning seem'd the while, Except where greenwood echoes rang,
Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle. With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoiced in nature's joy, When, musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy; Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like nature's vernal smile, Perfection whisper'd passing by,
Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle! Fair is the morn in flow'ry May,
And sweet is night in autumn mild; When roving thro' the garden gay,
Or wand'ring in the lonely wild: But woman, nature's darling child !
There all her charms she does compile; Ev’n there her other works are foil'd
By the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle. Oh, had she been a country maid,
And I the happy country swain, Tho' shelter'd in the lowest shed
That ever rose on Scotland's plain, Thro' weary winter's wind and rain,
With joy, with rapture, I would toil; And nightly to my busom strain
The bounie lass o' Ballochmyle! Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep,
Where fame and honours lofty shine; And thirst of gold might tempt the deep,
Or downward seek the Indian mine; Give me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks, or till the soil, And ev'ry day have joys divine
With the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle.
The autumn mourns her rip’ning com,
The Banks n' Doon. (319) )
TUNE--Caledonian Hunt's Delight. Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care? Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wanton’st thro' the flowering thorn : Thou minds'st me o' departed joys,
Departed-never to return ! Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o'its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my
fuse luver stole my rose, But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
The Birks of Aberfeldy. (320) TUNE-The Birks of Abergeldy.
The Glanmn Flight is Gathering Fast.
BONNIE lassie, will ye go,
To the birks of Aberfeldy ? Now simmer blinks on flowry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays; Come, let us spend the lightsome days
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
The little birdies blythely sing,
Untie these hands from off my hands, While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
And bring to me my sword; Or lightly flit on wanton wing
And there's no man in all Scotland, In the birks of Aberfeldy.
But I'll brave him at a word. The braes ascend, like lofty wa's,
I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; The foamy stream deep-roaring fa's,
I die by treacherie: O’erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avenged be.
Now farewell light--thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky!
May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dares not die !
un Long and Drrarn is the Flight.
How long and dreary is the night I'm nurr Vonng to Marry Vrt. When I am frae my dearie ! TUNE-I'm owre young to marry yet.
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary. I AM my mammy's ae bairn,
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, Wi' unco fuik I weary, Sir;
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary. And if I gang to your house,
When I think on the happy days I'm fley'd 'twill make me eerie, Sir.
spent you, my dearie, I'm owre young to marry yet •
And now what lands between us lit, I'm owre young to marry yet;
How can I be but eerie ! I'm owre young-twad be a sin
And now what lands between us lic, . To take me trae my mammy yet.
How can I be but eerie ! Hallowmas is come and gane,
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, The nights are lang in winter, Sir;
As ye were wae and weary ! And you and I in wedlock's bands,
It was na sae ve glinted by. In troth, I dare not venture, Sir.
When I was wi' my dearie. I'm owre young, &c.
It was na sae ye ylinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie.
Blaws through the leatless timmer, Sir ;
Erre's a Dealth to thrin that's awa. I'm owre young, &c.
TUNE-Here's a health to them that's awa.
HERE's a health to them that's awa,
And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,
May never guid luck be their fa'! FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, It's guid to be merry and wise, The wretch's destinie:
It's guid to be honest and true, Macpherson's time will not be long
It's guid to support Calellonia's cause, On yonder gallows-tree.
Aud bide by the buff and the blue.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa;
Altho' that his band be sma'. Oh, what is death but parting breath - May liberty meet wi' success! On many a bloody plain
May prudence protect her frae evil! I've dard his face, and in this place
May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist, I scoru him yet agaiu ;
And wander their way to the devil!
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Oh spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes, Here's a health to them that's awa; (laddie, With chill hoary wing, as ye usher the Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland
(seizes That lives at the lug o' the law;
And far bo thou distant, thou reptile that Here's freedom to him that wad read!
The verdure and pride of the garden and Here's freedom to him that wad write!
lawn! There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded Lilies, be heard,
And England, triumphant, display her But they whan the truth wad indite.
A fairer than either adorns the green vallies, Here's a health to them that's awa,
Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth
gow'd, Tho' bred amang mountains o' snaw ! Here's friends on both sides of the Forth,
Braving Angry Winter's Storms. (324) And friends on both sides of the Tweed;
TUNE-Neil Gow's Lamentation for And wha wad betray old Albion's rights,
Abercairny. May they never eat of her bread.
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms,
The lofty Ochils rise,
First blest my wondering eyes ;
As one, who by some savage stream,
A lonely gem surveys,
Astonish'd, doubly marks its beam,
With art's most polish'd blaze. Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Blest be the wild sequester'd shade, Busy haunts of base mankind,
And blest the day and hour, Western breezes softly blowing,
Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, Suit not my distracted mind.
When first I felt their pow'r! In the cause of right engaged,
The tyrant death, with grim control, Wrongs injurious to redress,
May seize my fleeting breath; Honour's war we strongly waged,
But tearing Peggy from my soul But the heavens denied success.
Must be a stronger death. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us,
Not a hope that dare attend : The wide world is all before us
2 Paggy's Fare. . But a world without a friend.
TUNL—My Peggy's Face,
The frost of hermit age might warm;
Might charm the first of human kind.
I love my Peggy's angel air,
[blooming fair! Her native grace so void of art,
[Ayr. The kindling lustre of an eye:
The gen'rous purpose, nobly dear,
That steals on the evening each leaf to These are all immortal charms.