But steal me a blink o' your bonie black e'e, Yet look as ye were na lookin to me. Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me, PHILLIS THE QUEEN O' THE FAIR Tune-" The Muckin o' Geordie's Byre." ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, Of Phillis to muse and to sing. Chorus.-Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties, Whaever has met wi' my Phillis, The daisy amus'd my fond fancy, Awa' wi' your belles, &c. The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer, How fair and how pure is the lily! Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour, Her voice is the song o' the morning, That wakes thro' the green-spreading grove But beauty, how frail and how fleeting! Awa' wi' your belles, &c. COME, LET ME TAKE THEE TO MY BREAST COME, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn as vilest dust The world's wealth and grandeur: That equal transports move her? Thus, in my arms, wi' a' her charms, And by thy e'en sae bonie blue, DAINTY DAVIE Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, Chorus. Meet me on the warlock knowe, The crystal waters round us fa', As purple morning starts the hare, When day, expiring in the west, ROBERT BRUCE'S MARCH TO BANNOCKBURN SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud EDWARD's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, By Oppression's woes and pains! But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Let us Do or Die! BEHOLD THE HOUR, THE BOAT ARRIVE BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But Fate has will'd and we must part. I'll often greet the surging swell, "E'en here I took the last farewell; Along the solitary shore, While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, I'll westward turn my wistful eye: 66 Where now my Nancy's path may be! While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray, O tell me, does she muse on me!" DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE As down the burn they took their way, With "Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew?" Quoth Mary-“Love, I like the burn, And aye shall follow you." THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE Tune-" Fee him, father, fee him." THOU hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever: Aften hast thou vow'd that Death Now thou'st left thy lass for aye— I maun see thee never, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, |