My sailor's thund'ring at his gun;
Bullets, spare my only joy!
Bullets, spare my darling boy!
Fate, do with me what you may,
Spare but him that's far away.
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Fate, do with me what you may,
Spare but him that's far away.

At the starless, midnight hour

When Winter rules with boundless power,
As the storms the forests 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 and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
All I can-I weep and pray,
For his weal that's far away.

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 heav'n with prosperous gales,

Fill my sailor's welcome sails;

To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that's far away.

On the seas and far away,

On stormy seas and far away;

To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that's far away.

CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES

SECOND VERSION

Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes,

Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie Dearie.

HARK the mavis' e'ening sang,
Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonie Dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

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

Yonder Clouden's silent towers,1
Where, at moonshine's midnight hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,

Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear,

Thou'rt to Love and Heav'n sae dear,

Nocht of ill may come, thee near;

My bonie Dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,

Thou hast stown my very heart;

I can die-but canna part,

My bonie Dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

1 An old ruin in a sweet situation at the confluence of the Clouden and the Nith.-R. B.

SHE SAYS SHE LOES ME BEST OF A'

Tune-" Oonagh's Waterfall."

SAE flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o'er-arching

Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue;
Her smiling, sae willing,

Wad make a wretch forget his woe;
What pleasure, what treasure,

Unto these rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' bonie face,
When first that bonie face I saw;
And aye my Chloris' dearest charm-
She says, she lo'es me best of a'.

Like harmony her motion,

Her pretty ankle is a spy,
Betraying fair proportion,

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

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

Declar'd that she could do nae mair:
Hers are the willing chains o' love,

By conquering Beauty's sovereign law;
And still 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'.

TO DR. MAXWELL

On Miss Jessy Staig's recovery.

MAXWELL, if here you merit crave,

That merit I deny;

You save fair Jessie from the grave!—
An Angel could not die!

TO THE BEAUTIFUL MISS ELIZA J—N

On her Principles of Liberty and Equality.

How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam'd?
Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd?

Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.

ON CHLORIS

Requesting me to give her a Sprig of Blossomed Thorn.

FROM the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:

No, by Heavens! I exclaim'd, let me perish, if ever

I plant in that bosom a thorn!

ON SEEING MRS. KEMBLE IN YARICO

KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbelief

Of Moses and his rod;

At Yarico's sweet note of grief
The rock with tears had flow'd.

EPIGRAM ON A COUNTRY LAIRD,

not quite so wise as Solomon.

BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardoness,
With grateful, lifted eyes,
Who taught that not the soul alone,
But body too shall rise;

For had He said "the soul alone
From death I will deliver,"

Alas, alas! O Cardoness,

Then hadst thou lain for ever.

ON BEING SHEWN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY SEAT
Belonging to the same Laird.

WE grant they're thine, those beauties all,
So lovely in our eye;

Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness,
For others to enjoy!

ON HEARING IT ASSERTED FALSEHOOD

is expressed in the Rev. Dr. Babington's very looks.

THAT there is a falsehood in his looks,

I must and will deny :

They tell their Master is a knave,

And sure they do not lie.

HC VI

ON A SUICIDE

EARTH'D up, here lies an imp o' hell,
Planted by Satan's dibble;

Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel',
To save the Lord the trouble.

HH