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But now the cot is bare and cauld,
Its leafy bield for ever gane,
And scarce a stinted birk is left
To shiver in the blast its lane."

"Alas!" quoth I, "what ruefu' chance
Has twin'd ye o' your stately trees?
Has laid your rocky bosom bare-

Has stripped the cleeding o' your braes? Was it the bitter eastern blast,

That scatters blight in early spring? Or was 't the wil'fire scorch'd their boughs, Or canker-worm wi' secret sting?"

"Nae eastlin blast," the sprite replied; "It blaws na here sae fierce and fell, And on my dry and halesome banks

Nae canker-worms get leave to dwell: Man! cruel man!" the genius sighed— As through the cliffs he sank him down"The worm that gnaw'd my bonie trees, That reptile wears a ducal crown." 1


WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,

He is a gallant Weaver.
O, I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart wad tine,
And I gied it to the Weaver.

My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,
To gie the lad that has the land,
But to my heart I'll add my hand,

And give it to the Weaver.

While birds rejoice in leafy bowers,

While bees delight in opening flowers,

While corn grows green in summer showers,

I love my gallant Weaver.

1 The Duke of Queensberry.


Ar Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,
And plenty of bacon each day in the year;
We've a' thing that's nice, and mostly in season,
But why always Bacon-come, tell me a reason?

Chorus.-You're welcome, Willie Stewart,

You're welcome, Willie Stewart,

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's half sae welcome's thou art!

COME, bumpers high, express your joy,
The bowl we maun renew it,
The tappet hen, gae bring her ben,
To welcome Willie Stewart,

You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.

May foes be strang, and friends be slack
Ilk action, may he rue it,

May woman on him turn her back
That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart,
You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.


Chorus. O lovely Polly Stewart,

O charming Polly Stewart,

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's half so fair as thou art!

THE flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's,
And art can ne'er renew it;
But worth and truth, eternal youth
Will gie to Polly Stewart,

O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.

1 Bacon was the name of a presumably intrusive host. The lines are said to have "afforded much amusement."-Lang.

May he whase arms shall fauld thy charms
Possess a leal and true heart!

To him be given to ken the heaven
He grasps in Polly Stewart!

O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.


Tune "The Tither Morn."

YON wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir,
The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.


WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,
We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;
There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!


O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?

She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.

O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;
Whate'er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune,

Thou's welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab.

What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?

She let's thee to wit that she has thee forgot, And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.

O had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab!
O had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab!

As light as the air, and as fause as thou's fair,
Thou's broken the heart o' thy ain Jock Rab.

ALTHO' HE HAS LEFT ME ALTHO' he has left me for greed o' the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow, Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.

O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;
But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie

My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree,

It's a' for the hinny he'll cherish the bee,
My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller,
He canna hae luve to spare for me.

Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny,
My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy;
But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin',

Sae ye wi anither your fortune may try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,

And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.

Chorus.-An' O for ane an' twenty, Tam!

And hey, sweet ane an' twenty, Tam!
I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang,
An' I saw ane an' twenty, Tam.

THEY Snool me sair, and haud me down,
An' gar me look like bluntie, Tam;

But three short years will soon wheel roun',
An' then comes ane an' twenty, Tam.
An' O for, &c.

A glieb o' lan', a claut o' gear,

Was left me by my auntie, Tam;
At kith or kin I need na spier,

An I saw ane an' twenty, Tam.
An' O for, &c.

They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
But, hear'st thou laddie! there's my loof,
I'm thine at ane an' twenty, Tam!
An' O for, &c.


TURN again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part;

Rue on thy despairing lover,

Can'st thou break his faithfu' heart?

Turn again, thou fair Eliza!

If to love thy heart denies,

Oh, in pity hide the sentence

Under friendship's kind disguise!

Thee, sweet maid, hae I offended?
My offence is loving thee;
Can'st thou wreck his peace for


Wha for thine would gladly die? While the life beats in my bosom, Thou shalt 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;

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