YE BANKS, AND BRAES, AND STREAMS YE AROUND. TUNE-"Katharine Ogie." E banks, and braes, and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry : For there I took the last farewell O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk, Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, And, pledging aft to meet again, But oh! fell Death's untimely frost, Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly! And closed for ay, the sparkling glance And mouldering now in silent dust, AULD LANG SYNE. HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? CHORUS. For auld lang syne my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp! And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld, etc. We twa hae run about the braes, For auld, etc. We twa hae paidlet i' the burn, Fra' morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. For auld, etc. And there's a hand, my trusty fiere i And gie's a hand o' thine! And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne. For auld, etc. BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY S AT BANNOCKBURN. TUNE-"Hey tuttie tattie." COTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled! Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's power,— Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's King and Law, By oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Let us Do or Die !!! So may God ever defend the cause of Truth and Liberty, as he did that day! Amen!-R. B. FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT. S there, for honest poverty Is That hangs his head, an' a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, Our toils obscure and a' that, What though on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, |