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Gentle night, do thou befriend me :

Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me,

Talk of him that's far awa!

Raning Winds arannà hrr Blowing.

(325) TUNE-Macgregor of Ruara's Lament. RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring"Farewell hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow! ('er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, Fell despair my fancy scizes. Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark oblivion join thee !"

Blythe was Shf. (328)
TUNE-Andro and his Cutty Gun.

Blythe, blythe and merry was she,

Blythe was she butt and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Ern,

And blythe in Glentwrit glen.
By Auchtertyre grows the aik,

On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonnier lass

Than braes O' Yarrow ever saw, Her looks were like a flower in May,

Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks o' Ern,

As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonnie face it was as meek

As ony lamb upon a lea;
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet

As was the blink o' Phemie's ee.
The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,

And o'er the lowlands I hae been ; But Phemie was the blythest lass

That ever trod the dewy green.

Biniland Tiarri. (326)
My Harry was a gallant gay,

Fu' stately strode he on the plain :
But now he's banish'd far away,
I'll never see him back again,
Oh for him back again;

Oh for him back again!
I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land

For Highland llarry back again. When a' the lave gae to their bed,

I wanuer dovie up the glen: I sit me down and greet my fill,

And aye I wish him back again. Oh were some villians hangit high,

And ilka body had their ain ! Then I might see the joyfu' sight, My Highland Harry back again.


Musing on the Roaring Orrat. (327)

TUNE-Druimion Dubh. Musing on the roaring ocean

Which divides iny love and me; Wearying Heaven in warm devotion,

For his weal where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow

Yielding late to nature's law,
Whisp’ring spirits round my pillow

Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded,

Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy surrounded,

Gaudy day to you is dear.

The Gallant Wraper.

TUNEThe Weaver's March.
Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea,
By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, tlie lad for ine,

He is a gallant weaver.
Oh, I had wooers ancht or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart would tine,

And I gied it to the weaver.
My daddie sign’d my tocher-band,
To gie the lad that has the land;
But to my heart I'll add my hand,

And gie it to the weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; While bees delight in op'ning flowers ! While corn grows green in simmer showers,

I'll love my gallant weaver.


209 The Blade-red Rose at Yule man Blam. Donnie Castle Gardan, TUNE-To daunton me.

The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw, STREAys that glide in orient plains,
The simmer lillies bloom in snaw,

| Never bound by winter's chains; The frost may freeze the deepest sea;

Glowing here on golden sands,

There cominix'd with foulest stains But an auld man shall never daunton me.

From tyranny's empurpled bands; To daunton me, and me so young,

These, their richly gleaming waves,
Wi' his fause heart and flatt'ring tongue I leave to tyrants and their slaves;
That is the thing you ne'er shall see :

Give me the stream that sweetly laves
For an old man shall never daunton me. The banks by Castle-Gordon.
For a' his meal and a’his maut,

Spicy forests, ever gay,
For a' his fresh beef and his saut,

Shading from the burning ray For a' his gold and white monie,

Hapless wretches sold to toil, An auld man shall never daunton me.

Or the ruthless native's way, His gear may buy him kye and yowes,

Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil; His gear may buy him glens and knowes;

Woods that ever verdant wave, But me he shall not buy nor fee,

I leave the tyrant and the slave: For an auld man shall never daunton me.

Give me the groves that lofty bravo

The storms by Castle-Gordon.
He hirples twa-fauld as he dow,
Wi' his teethless gab and his auld beld pow,

Wildly here without control,
And the rain rains down from his red bleer'd

Nature reigns and rules the whole;

In that sober pensive mood, ee-— That auld man shall never daunton me.

Dearest to the feeling soul,

She plants the forest, pours the flood :
Life's poor day I'll musing rave,
And find at night a sheltering cave,

Where waters flow and wild woods wave, 1 Rose-knù by Early Walk. (329)

By bonnie Castle-Gordon.
TUNE-The Rose-bud.
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,

When Januar* Wind. (330)
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,

TUNEThe Lass that made the Bed to Me All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fied,

WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, In a' its crimson glory spread,

As to the north I took my way,
And drooping rich the dewy head,

The mirksome night did me enfauld,
It scents the early morning.

I knew na where to lodge till day,
Within the bush, her covert nest,

By my good luck a maid I met, A little linnet fondly prest,

Just in the middle o' my care;
The dew sat chilly on her breast

And kindly she did me invite
Sae early in the morning.

To walk into a chamber fair.
She soon shall see her tender brood,

I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,

And thank'd her for her courtesie,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,

I bow'd fu’low unto this maid,
Awake the early morning.

And bade her mak a bed to me.
So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair!

She made the bed baith large and wide, On trembling string or vocal air,

Wi' twa white hands she spread it down Shall sweetly pay the tender care

She put the cup to her rosy lips,
That tends thy early morning.

And drank, “Young man, now sleep yo
So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,

i soun'." And bless the parent's evening ray

She snatch'd the candle in her hand,
That watch'd thy early morning.

And frae my chanıber went wr' speed;
But I call’d her quickly back again

To lay some mair below my head.



A cod she laid below my head,

| Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, And served me wi' due respect; | When by his mighty warden And to salute her wi' a kiss,

My youth's returned to fair Strathspey, I put my arms about her neck.

And bonnie Castle-Gordon. “ Haud aff your hands, young man," she

“And dinna sae uncivil be:

Bonnie Ann, (331)
If ye hae ony love for me,
Oh wrang na my virginitie !"

AIR-Ye gallants bright.
Her hair was like the links ogowd,

Ye gallants bright, I red ye right, Her teeth were like the ivorie;

Beware o' bonnie Ann; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,

Her comely face sae fu' of grace, The lass that made the bed to me.

Your heart she will trepan.

Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Her bosom was the driven snaw,

Her skin is like the swan; Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ;

Sae jimply lac'd her genty waist, Her limbs the polish'd marble stane,

That sweetly ye might span. The lass that made the bed to me.

| Youth, grace, and love attendant move, I kiss'd her owre and owre again,

And pleasure leads the van: And aye she wist na what to say;

In a' their charms, and conquering arms, I laid her 'tween me and the wa'm

They wait on bonnie Ann. The lassie thought na lang till day.

The captive bands may chain the hands, Upon the morrow when we rose,

But love enslaves the man; I thank'd her for her courtesie;

Ye gallants braw, I red you a',
But aye she blush'd, and aye she sigh’d, Beware o' bonnie Ann!

And said, “ Alas! ye've ruin'd me."
I clasp'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne,
While the tear stood twinklin' in her ee;

Bluoming Jlrlly.
I said, " My lassie, dinna cry,

TUNE-On a Bank of Flowers. For ye aye shall mak the bed to me.”

On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, She took her mither's Holland sheets,

For summer lightly drest, And made them a' in sarks to me:

The youthful blooming Nelly lay, Blythe and merry may she be,

With love and sleep opprest; The lass that made the bed to me.

When Willie, wand'ring thro' the woud, The bonnie lass made the bed to me,

Who for her favour oft had sued, The braw lass made the bed to me: He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'de I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,

And trembled where he stood. The lass that made the bed to me!

Her closed eyes like weapons sheath’d,

Were seal'd in soft repose;
Her lips still as she fragrant breath'd,

It richer dy'd the rose.

The springing lilies sweetly prest,

Wild-waiton, kiss'd her rival breast; Loud blaw the frosty breezes,

He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd The snaws the mountains cover;

His bosom ill at rest. Like winter on me seizes,

Her robes light waving in the breeze, Since my young Highland Rover

Her tender limbs embrace ; Far wanders Nations over.

Her lovely form, her native ease, Where'er he go, where'er he stray,

All harmony and grace: May Heaven be his warden,

Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, Return him safe to fair Strathspey,

A faltering, ardent kiss lie stole; And bonnie Castle-Gordon !

He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd The trees now naked groaning,

And sigh'd his very soul. Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,

As flies the partridge from the brake, The birdies dowie moaning,

On fear-inspired wings, Shall a' be blythely singing,

So Nelly starting, half awake, And every tinwer be sprii zing.

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211 But Willie follow'd, as he should,

The śmiling Spring.
He overtook her in the wood;
He vow'd, he pray'd, he found the maid

TUNE--The Bonny Bell.
Forgiving all and good.

THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly winter grimly flies;

Now crystal clear are the falling waters, 3:19 Bonnie Marn. (332)

And bonnie blue are the sunny skies.

Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the TUNE-Go fetch to me a Pint o' Wine.

morning, Go fetch to me a pint o'wine,

The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; And fill it in a silver tassie;

All creatures joy in the sun's returning, . That I may drink, before I go,

And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell. A service to my bonny lassie:

The flowery spring leads sunny summer, The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,

And yellow autumn presses near,
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; Then in his turn comes gloomy winter,
The ship rides by the Berwick-law,

Till smiling spring again appear.
And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,

Old Time and Nature their changes tell, The trumpets sound, the banners fly,

But never ranging, still unchanging, The glittering spears are ranked ready ;

I adore my bonnie Bell. The shouts o' war are heard afar,

The battle closes thick and bloody;
But it's not the roar o' sea or shore

The Lazy Fist.
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar-

TUNEThe Lazy Mist.
It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.

The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,

[rill; Concealing the course of the dark winding Ane Fond Kiss. (333) How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, TONE-Rory Dall's Port.


As autumn to winter resigns the pale year, ANE fond kiss and then we sever;

The forests are leafless, the ineadows are Ane fareweel, alas, for ever!

brown, Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

And all the gay foppery of summer is flown: Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Apart let me wander, apart let me muse, Who shall say that fortune grieves him,

How quick time is flying, how keen fate While the star of hope she leaves him ?

pursues ! Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;

How long I have liv'd--but how much liv'd Dark despair around benights me.

in vaina! I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

How little of life's scanty span may remain! Naething could resist my Nancy

What aspects old Time, in his progress, has But to see her was to love her:

worn! Love but her, and love for ever.

What ties cruel fate in my bosom has torn! Had we never lov'd sae kindly,

How foolish, or worse, till our summit is Had we never lov'd sae blindly,

gain'd! Never met—or never parted,

And downward, how weaken'd, how darkWe had ne'er been broken-hearted.

en’d, how pain'd!


This life's not worth having with ail it can Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! For something beyond it poor man sure Fare the weel, thou best and dearest!

must live.
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure !
Ane fond kiss, and then we sever;

Of a the Dirts the Wind rau Blam.
Ane fareweel, alas! for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

(334) Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

OF a' the airts the wind can blaw,

I dearly like the west,
For there the bounie lassie lives,

The lassie I loe best:

There wild woods grow, and rivers row,

And mony a hill between;
But day and night my fancy's flight

Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers,

I see her sweet and fair :
I hear her in the tunefu' birds,

I hear her charm the air :
There's not a bonnie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw, or green,
There's not a bonnie bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.
Oh blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft

Amang the leafy trees,
Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale

Bring hame the laden bees;
And bring the lassie back to me

That's aye sae neat and clean; Ane smile o' her wad banish care,

Sae charming is my Jean!
What sighs and vows amang the knowes

Hae passed atween us twa!
How fond to meet, how wae to part,

That night she gaed awa!
The powers aboon can only ken,

To whom the heart is seen,
That nane can be sae dear to me

As my sweet lovely Jean

I The Chruallier's Lament. (336)

TUNE-Captain OKean. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,

[the vale; The murm’ring streamlet winds clear thro' The hawthorn trees blow in the dew of the morning,

en dale: And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,

[by care? While the lingering moments are numbered No flowers gaily springing, nor birds

sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. The deed that I dared, could it merit their

malice, A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills, and his right are

these vallies, Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none.

[forlorn ; But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, My brave gallant friends! 'tis your ruin I mourn!

[trialYour deeds proved so loyal in hot bloody Alas! I can make you no sweeter return!

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Oh, were I un Parnassus' Hill. (335)

TUNE.My Love is lost to me.
OH, were I on Parnassus' hill!
Or had of Helicon my fill ;
That I might catch poetic skill,

To sing how dear I love thee.
But Nith maun be my muse's well,
My muse maun be thy bonnie sel;
On Corsincon I'll glow'r and spell,

And write how dear I love thee.
Then come, sweet muse, inspire my lay!
For a' the lee-lang simmer's day
I couldna sing, I couldna say,

How much, how dear, I love thee.
I see thee dancing o'er the green,
Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean,
Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een

By heaven and earth I love thee!
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame;
And aye I muse and sing thy name

I only live to love thee.
Tho' I were doom'd to wander on
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,
Till my last weary sand was run;

Till then-and then I love thee.

Pin Beart's in the Dighlauds.

TUNE-Failte na Miosg. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

[deer; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the Chasing the wild deer, and following the My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,

(worth; The birth-place of valour, the country of Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;

[below : Farewell to the straths and green vallies Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;

. [floods. Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

[deer: My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the Chasing the wild deer, and following the

roeMy heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

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