The Powers aboon will tent thee, That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag we hae a lass WOMEN'S MINDS. TUNE-"For a' that." HO' women's minds, like winter winds THO May shift and turn, and a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist,— For a' that, an' a' that, And twice as meikle's a' that, She'll be my ain for a' that. Great love I bear to all the fair, But lordly will, I hold it still A mortal sin to thraw that. But there is ane aboon the lave, And wha a crime dare ca' that? In rapture sweet this hour we meet, For a' that, etc. Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft, But clear your decks, and—here's "The Sex!" For a' that, etc. TO MARY IN HEAVEN. TUNE-"Miss Forbes' farewell to Banff." HOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, THO That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace,— Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild-woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene: The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? PATRIOTIC SONG. 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'! It's guid to be merry and wise, And 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, Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' the clan, Altho' that his band be sma'. May Liberty meet wi' success! May Prudence protect her frae evil! May tyrants and tyranny tine i' the mist, And wander their way to the devil! Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law! Here's freedom to him that wad read, Here's freedom to him that wad write! There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they wham the truth wad indite. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth gowd, Tho' bred among mountains o' snaw! |