To the streamlet winding clear, To the fragrant-scented brier, E'en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, Q. For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonnie lassie, O, Wakes the warblers from the spray, From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O. And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, O, Should I fall 'midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O, Wilt thou, Helen, when you hear Of thy lover on his bier, To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie ? O.⚫ BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER. SIR WALTER SCOTT. Tune-"Blue Bonnets over the Border." MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale ; All the blue bonnets are over the Border. Many a banner spread flutters above your head; Many a crest that is famous in story: Mount and make ready, then, sons of the mountain glen; Fight for your Queen and the old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing; Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing; Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, and march in good order. England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the Border. COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE. Tune--" Gin a Body meet a Body. Comin' through the rye, But whaur his hame, or what his name, • Kelvin Grove is a beautifully wooded dell, about two miles from Glasgow, forming a sort of lovers' walk for the lads and lasses of that city. Gin a body meet a body, Yet a' the lads they smile at me, I dearly lo'e mysell; SONGS. But whaur his hame, or what his name, thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; I'll tak a stick into my hand, and come again and see thee. Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and eerie ; Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and eerie; Far's the gate ye hae to gang; dark's the night and eerie ; O stay this night wi' your love, and dinna gang and leave me. It's but a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my dearie; But a night and hauf a day that I'll leave my Whene'er the sun gaes west the loch I'll Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and When a' the lave are sound asleep, I'm dull and eerie ; While the winds and waves do roar, I am wae and dreary; And gin ye lo'e me as ye say, ye winna gang and leave me. O never mair, bonnie lassie; will I gang and leave thee; Never mair, bonnie lassic,will I gang and leave thee; Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; E'en let the world gang as it will, I'll stay at hame and cheer thee. Frae his hand he coost his stick; I winna gang and leave thee; Threw his plaid into the neuk; never can I grieve thee; Drew his boots, and flang them by; cried my lass, be cheerie ; I'll kiss the tear frae aff thy check, and never leave my dearie. O, bonnie Mary Hay, it is haliday to me, Bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh. And a' the lee-lang night I'm sad, wi' think-But come to the bower, and I'll tell ye a' what's ing on my dearie. O dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave true, How, onnie Mary Hay, I can loc nane but you. CARLE, AN THE KING COME. CARLE, an the king come, Carle, an the king come, Hey, the dusty miller, I wad gie my coatie THE WEARY PUND O' TOW. FROM RECITATION. Tune-" The weary pund o' tow.". 1 BOUGHT my wife a stane o' lint As good as ere did grow, I thought my wife would end her life I lookit to my yarn-nag, And O, but it was howe! Afore she spin her tow. But if your wife and my wife Were in to steer the ruther; I think they'd ne'er come hame again, To spin the pund o' tow! KEEP THE COUNTRY, BONNIE Tune" Keep the Country, bonnie Lassie." KEEP the country, bonnie lassie, Keep the country, keep the country; Gowd for ye, bonnie lassie, Gowd for ye, gowd for ye: Keep the country, bonuie lassie ; Lads will a' gie gowd for ye. HAP AND ROW THE FEETIE O'T. WILLIAM CREECH. Tune" Hap and Rowe the Feetle o't." AND we pat on the wee bit pan, Fu' sair it grat, the puir wee brat, The skirling brat nae parritch gat, THE LANDART LAIRD. THERE lives a landart laird in Fife, But sit wi' her cummers, and fill hersell fu'. She wadna spin, nor yet wad she card; He's whirled aff the gude wether's skin, ! JUMPIN' JOHN Tune- Jumpin' John." HER daddie forbade, her minnie forbade ; Forbidden she wadna be. She wadna trow't, the browst she brewed, The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John A gentleman long at the head of the bookselling trade in Edinburgh, and who had been Lord Provost of the city. A volume of his miscellaneous prose es Landward-that is, living in a part of the country says has been published, under the title of "Edinburgh at some distance from any town. ↑ Shoulder. Wedder. Fugitive Pieces." He was not only remarkable for his literary accomplishments, but also for his conver sational powers, which were such as to open to him the society of the highest literary men of his day. |