Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e; Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, The simmer to nature, my Willie to me!

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarins!

Wauken, ye breezes; row gently, ye billows,

And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms

But oh! if he's faithless, and minds na his Nanie, Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring main! May I never see it, may I never trow it,

But. dying, believe that my Willie's my ain!

THE PARTING KISS.

JOCKEY's taen the parting kiss,
O'er the mountains he has gane;
And with him is a' my bliss:
Nought but griefs with me remain.

Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my luve, thou feath'ry snaw,
Drifting o'er the frozen plain!

When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blithe his wauk'ning be

He will think on ner he loves,
Fondly he'll repeat her name;
For where'er he distant roves,
Jockey's heart is still at hame.

MUSING on the roaring ocean,

Which divides my love and me; Wearying Heav'n, 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.

Gentle night! do thou befriend me Downy sleep, the curtain draw;

Spirits kind, again attend me,

Talk of him that's far awa
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FAIR ELIZA.

A GAELIC AIR.

TURN again, thou fair Eliza,

Ae kin blink, before we part,

Rew on thy despairing lover;

Canst thou break his faithful heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza;

If to love thy heart denies,
For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise.

Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee!
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,
Wha for thine would gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shall mix in ilka throe;
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon;

Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens on his e'e,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.

TUNE

ELIZA.

"Nancy's to the Greenwood," &c.

FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
Around Eliza's dwelling!

O mem'ry, spare the cruel throes
Within my bosom swelling.
Condemn'd to drag a hopeless chain,

And yet in secret languish,

To feel a fire in ev'ry vein,

Nor dare disclose my anguish.

Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown,
I fain my griefs would cover;
The bursting sigh, th' unweeting groan,
Betray the hapless lover.

I know thou doom'st me to despair,

Nor wilt nor canst relieve me; But oh, Eliza, hear one prayer, For pity's sake, forgive me.

The music of thy voice I heard,
Nor wist, while it enslav'd me;
I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear'd,
Till fears no more had sav'd me:
Th' unwary sailor thus aghast,
The wheeling torrent viewing;
'Mid circling horrors, sinks at last
In overwhelming ruin.

THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE

THE Catrine woods were yellow seen,
The flow'rs decay'd on Catrine lea;
Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
But Nature sicken'd on the e'e.

Thro' faded groves Maria sang,

Hersel' in beauty's bloom the whyle,
And ay the wild-wood echoes rang,
Farewell the braes o' Ballochmyle.

Low in your wint'ry oeds, ye flow'rs,
Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bow'rs,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air:

But here, alas! for me, nae mair

Shall birdie charm, or flow'ret smile,

Farewell the bonie banks of Ayr,

Farewell, farewell! sweet Ballochmyle.

GLOOMY DECEMBER.

ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December. Ance mair I hail thee, wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, oh! ne'er to meet mair!