As the storms the forest tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the doubling roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can-I weep and pray,
For his weal that's far away.
On the seas, &c.

Peace, thy olive wand extend,
And bid wild war his ravage end,
Man with brother man to meet,

And as a brother kindly greet:

Then may Heaven with prosp'rous gales

Fill my Sailor's welcome sails,

To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that's far away.
On the seas, &c.

HARK! THE MAVIS.

TUNE "CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES."

CHORUS.

A' the yowes to the knowes,

Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them wher the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

HARK! the mavis' evening sang,
Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

We'll gae down by Clouden side,
Through the hazels spreading wide,
O'er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.
Ca' the, &c.

Yonder Clouden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O'er the dewy-bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ca' the, &c.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;

Thou'rt to love and Heaven sae dear,

Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonnie dearie.
Ca' the, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die-but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

While waters wimple to the sea; While day blinks in the lift sae hie; Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my ee, Ye shall be my dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

SHE SAYS SHE LO'ES ME BEST OF A'.

TUNE-" ONAGH'S WATER-FALL."

AE flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'erarching

Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue.

Her smiling, sae wiling,

Wad make a wretch forget his woe;
What pleasure, what treasure,
Unto these rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' bonnie face,
When first her bonnie face I saw,
And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,
She says she lo'es me best of a'.

Like harmony her motion;

Her pretty ancle is a spy Betraying fair proportion,

Wad make a saint forget the sky; Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form an' gracefu' air;
Ilk feature-auld Nature

Declar'd that she could do nae mair:
Her's are the willing chains o' love,
By conquering beauty's sovereign law;
And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,
She says she lo'es me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudy show at sunny noon;

Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve, and rising moon Fair beaming, and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes his sang: There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love, And say thou lo'es me best of a'?

HOW LANG AND DREARY.

TUNE—“ CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN."

OW lang and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie;
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Though I were ne'er sae weary.

CHORUS.

For oh, her lanely nights are lang,
And oh, her dreams are eerie;
And oh, her widowed heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie.

When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie!

And now that seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie !

For oh, &c.

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
The joyless day how drearie!

It wasna sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie.
For oh, &c.

THE LOVER'S MORNING SALUTE TO HIS

MISTRESS.

TUNE-" DEIL TAK THE WARS."

LEEP'ST thou or wak'st thou, fairest
creature?

Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature

Waters wi' the tears o' joy:

Now through the leafy woods,

And by the reeking floods,

Wild Nature's tenants freely, gladly stray;
The lintwhite in his bower

Chants o'er the breathing flower;

The lav'rock to the sky

Ascends wi' sangs o' joy,

While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.

Phoebus, gilding the brow o' morning,

Banishes ilk darksome shade, Nature gladdening and adorning; Such to me my lovely maid. When absent frae my fair,

The murky shades o' care