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Las dauils da cat axamplaira qui lont pa«it-4tra uniquas du point do *u« bitoliographiqua, qui pouvant modif iar una imaga raproduita. ou qui pouvont oxigar una modification daits la mithodo normala da f iimaga tont indiqwfa ci-daD-^ V IT ^ j^jJxiE: -4 ^ Gc ^ r I > /- -' '■ • !l I LOVE SONGS OF SCOTLAND it T >- ■*'!'''" --,''■ m. i'* S, ;'iiK •Aprii.\(.s i)K MACNili.L. !.\M ;.oX. s All .^V, . O'If'KRS ^^■. 1^' .1 (;{. \^ *.-.1 J^ Jf mm.s^A'^^ ,-.-*• 'pf' ;#^,F ifew^"i^mii.«;a&»LJf .lAY. Love Songs of Scotland JEWELS OF THE TENDER PASSION SELECTED FROM THE WRITINGS OF BURNS, TANNAHILL, SCOTT. RAMSAY, LADY NAIRNE, MACNEILL, JAMIESON, HOGG, DOUGLAS, ALLAN, £3- OTHERS With a Glossary Selected and Edited by ROBERT W. DOUGLAS M ( 1 I ( ;> I) ^,- .\ I i TORONTO \ ::*'" ■ ■■ ^^P''. ii,iF, 1 *^i"!|f «?» . .%9>' -Tlif ;:. - JtfS ^«.^ Capyright, /por^ by New Amsterdam Book Company I PREFACE This unpretentious collection of Scottish Love Songs is intended to form a compan- ion volume to the "Love Songs of France," which has received considerable favor from the public, both in this country and abroad. It is hoped that the "Love Songs of Scot- land" will not prove less acceptable than the former work, although, of course, there are many more collections of Scottish poetry before the English-speaking pubhc than of French. The scope of the present book is necessar- ily very limited, and many representative pieces which otherwise should have been in- cluded are perforce omitted, not because of unworthiness, but for simple lack of space. As a matter of fact, there is no hterature in the world so rich in poems of the tender pas- sion as that of Scotland. Indeed, there is a very embarrassment of riches in this field, and the great diff' "ly has been to suppress one's inclinations c. J resolutely reject many gems which by their perfection of beauty and PREFACE Strength of passion should have a place in this collection. All that could be done was to include a few of the undoubted favorites which have stood the test of time. These are to be given a dainty setting, from whence, it is hoped, they will shine in no in- ferior lustre in comparison with their com- panions from a sunnier clime. Robert W. Douglas. u %^ M^Mmj^^i^^^^ JL3... CONTENTS ROBERT ALLAN. CXII. CV. LXVII. CXV. LXI. PA OB Blink over the Burn, my Sweet Betty 1*66 CXXXIII. LXXVII. LXII. XXX. XXXL Bonnie Lassie Bonnie Lass o" VVoodhouselee, The Lovely Maid of Ormadale, The Thistle and the JKose, Tie WILLIAM ANDERSON. I Canna Sleep ANONYMOUS. Adieu for Evermore As I Cam' Down the Canongatc Ettrick Banks Sae Merry as We Twa ha'e Been XXVII. XXXVIII. LXXXVIIL DR. BLACKLOCK. Braes of Ballandine, The JOANNA BAILLIE. Maid of Llanwellyn, The ALEXANDER BALFOUR. Slighted Love 158 101 170 93 198 114, 95 44 46 40 56 :.32 p vHi CONTENTS JOHN SWART BLACKIE. CXXVII. A Sprig of WTiite Heather SIR ALEXANDER BOSWELL, BART. CXVIII. Good-nipht, and Joy be wi' Ye A' CXVII. Jenny's BawlKje .... ROBERT BURNS. PAOK 188 175 173 ■". r V' ■•■5 I. Ae Fond Kiss . . . . 1 LX. Birks of Aberfeldy . 92 LXXIV. Bonnie Wee Thing, The . Ill LXVI. Comin' Through the Rye . 100 XXXIX. Corn Rigs . 58 JtlV. Flow Gently, Sweet Afton . 18 II. Green Grow the Rashes, 0! 2 VII. Highland Mary 9 XIII. John Anderson, My Jo, John . 17 XXVI. Lassie wi' the Lint-White Locks . 38 XXXVII. Lizzy Lindsay . 55 XXII. Mary Morison . 31 LXXVI. My Ain Kind Dearie, . 113 V. My Heart's in the Highlands 5 LXXVIII. Queen Mary's Lament . 116 XLV. Sae Flaxen Were her Ringlets . 69 LXV. Somebody .... . 99 XXVIII. Sweet Closes the Evening . . 41 LXIX. Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie . 105 THOMAS CAMPBELL. CHI. Glenara XCIX. Lord Ullin's Daughter 152 147 CONTENTS ROHERT cori'i-h; M.n. CVIIl. Kiiirara ROHHKT CK.WVFOh-n. III. Down the lUirn, Davie ix PAliK 162 JOHS nih'TT. LXXXII. To Think o' Thcc ALL.W crxxixr.ifA.M. CXXI. Bonnie Bark, The ... LXXI. Bonnie Mary Halliday CI. Gane Were but the Wintry Cauld CXX. My Bonnie Lassie CXIV. My Lassie vvi' the Sunny Locks ALIiXAXDER noi-(iLAS. LIX. What Ails You Now . MR. nOl'GLAS. X. Annie Laurie .... REV. M'lLLIA.M DUXBAR. LXXXV. Maid of Islay, The JOHX FINLAY. LXX. Oh ! Dear Were the Joys . 122 180 107 l.-.() 17!) 109 91 13 . 127 106 ?rr rONTENTS hWCII.lRD GALL. ex. Bonnie Blink o' MaryV Ec. The CIX. I Winna (miij< liack to my Mammv aKain XXIX. My Only Jo and IXaric. O . WILLIAM GILLESPIE. CXIII. Ellen WILLIAM GLEX. CXXVI. Blink over the Burn, sweet Betty ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMOk'E. LI. If Doughty Deeds niy Lady Please . MRS. GRANT OF CARRON. XCVI. Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch . MRS. GRANT OF LAGGAN. XCVII. Oh, my Love, Leave me Not XL I. Oh Where, Tell me Where . CAPT. CHARLES GRAY. XII. The Black-eed Lassie KM 1 H.J 43 167 I.'**} NO 144 145 HI 1« JOHN HAMILTON. XXXIV. Go to Berwick, Johnnie ... 51 XCV. Oh, Blaw, Ye Westlin' Winds! . .14.3 XXIV. Rantin' Hij^hlandman. The . 34 CVII. Tell me, Jessie, Tell me Why? . . I6I XIII. XVII C.ONTHNTS HEKlfS MS. O (Wn My Love Were Von Red Rom klCHAKO UliWITT. Rosltn Custlc XL. LXVIIl. XCII. LXXXIX. LIII. XCI. XLVI. XXV. LV. CXXXIV. XI. IX. LXXXI. XXXIII. JAMKS HOGG. Flora Macdonald's Larin-nt Oan^ to the Braekin.s wi' Mc Mischievous Woman Morn \Va.s a Wanin', The My Love She's but a Lassie yet Rise! Rise! Lowland and II .Men .... vSkylark, The When the Kve Comes Hanie Women Folk, The ALEXANDER HVML. Nanny KOBERT D. J.iMIESOX. My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing Robin Adair ... C. JEFFREYS. Mary of Argyle ... JOHN LAPRAIK. When I upon thy Bosom Lean . PAdR 26 24 no KM \AA iland HA l.UJ 70 36 86 199 12 121 50 iH CONTENTS SWAkT LKWIS. I>h: JOItX LEYDES. I.XXIII. Evening; Star, The CXI. To Aurcliu JOHN unvE. LXIV. Mary's Dream THOMAS LYLE. LXIII. Kelvin Grove C.EOHC.E MACDOSALD, I.L.l). CXXIII. An Autumn Wind HECTOR MACXEILL. XV. Come Under my I'laidie CIV. Donald and Flora CVI. I Lo'ed Ne'er a Laddie but Ane XXXII. Saw Ye My Wee Thing? JOHN MAYNE. XXIII. Helen of Kirkconnel . MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. LXXXIII. I'll Never Love Thee More . rAHK XXXVL O'er the Muir AmanK the ikathcr G3 110 165 '.}8 Ofi 183 19 155 159 47 32 124 ^ ^^.^^^^ CONTENTS CHORCK MESZins. CXXV. Fare Thw WttI DAVID MACHliTll A/O/A". CXXIX. HiiKh-H.)! . . xiii iHr. lUl n7/./,/4Af Morni:k\\i:u.. I.XXX. Thy Bloom hath Fl.d L.4/Jr \AlH\l-. XUl Charlie in My DarliriK XCVIII. Farcwwl, () Farewccl ! I-XXXVII. IIuntiriKtower XCIV. Laird o' Cockpen. The MI. Land o' the Leal. The XXXV. Lass o' Oowric, The XLIII. Rowan Tree, The XLIV. There Grows a Bonnie Brier Hush C. Would Vou Be '. ounK Again? WILLIAM NICHOU^OX. CXVL Hills of the Highlands, The CXIX. (> Will Ye Go tj Yon Burn Side? JAMHS \. NICOL. XC. Blaw Saftly, Ye Breezes . AXDREW PARK. CXXX. Hurrah for the Highlands . CXXIL Old Scotland. I Love Thee! IIH (U . IMJ LJO l + l Ml ;'-' sh ii 1 li lk-;ii!r ni-rnikiv Irost, '!h;.r -li;.*; iiu liowvi s;^- t.-;iriv! Til il W,;!|.S in. lii:,riil;,i|,i _\J_, ' *•'•■ l'."i' , ji.i!'.' v,')\v lii.i-i. •.)->. ii ■ , ! .'It lia'..' kis;n- kindiv : An.i ii.o!;|. i^'i i,._ ii.(W i'.i >ili.-iu .lust TIkiI (u-rn t !i; ;!_ ;>.\ .; H!i- (icarlv! !miI Sii.'i V.lili;;: :iiv hosotn'v COK' Siiali ir..-f my ^ ').,':!ii;(n.] Xl.iry, \ HI ji'S'-n-. 1 ill; !•!..)'>; i^K (>• ni'xin.AX!: '1 ill-: ;iii!in' i 'uiiiilaiK-. ; il '.ff i; )^' ^ i JESSIE, THE FLOWER O' DUNRIANE How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft fauld- ing blossom, And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green; Yet sweeter anfl fairer, and dear to this bosom, Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dun- blane. She's modest as ony and blythe as she's bonny ; For guileless simplicity marks her its ain; And far be the villain, di\'csted of feeling, VVha'd blight, in its bloom, the sweet flow- er o' Dunblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening, Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen ; Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and win- ning, Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie, The sports o' the city seem'd foolish and vain; 11 l;ii 1 ROR;;^ ADAIR I ne'er saw a nymph 1 would ca' my dear lassie, Till charm 'd with sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur, Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain; And reckon as naething the height o' its splendor, If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dun- blane. V. i i I ' ' ii [I'jl IX KOBIN ADAIR (ROBKRT JAMlIiSON) Art thou for ever gane, Kobin Adair? While I am left alane, Kobin Adair. Can I believe thou art Torn from my aching heart; How can I bide the smart, Robin Adair? Still is thy bosom now, Robin Adair; Cauld is thy manly brow, Robin Adair. 12 ANNIE LAURIE Wintry this world to me, Pleasure it canna gie— I am bereft o' thee, Kobin Adair. But true love canna dee, Robin Adair; Sweet thocht to comfort me, Kobin Adair. Soon shall we meet again. Where joys that never wane. Shall banish ilka pain, kobin Adair. X ANNIE LAUKIE (MR. DOUGLAS) Maxwelton banks are bonnie. Where early fa's the dew ; Where me and Annie L.iurie Made up the promise true; Made up the promise true. And never forget will I ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me down and die. 13 MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING She's backit like the peacock, She's breistit like the swan, She's jimp about the middle, Her waist ye weel micht span, Her waist ye weel micht span. And she has a rolling eye; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me down and die. XI ■ - a MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING (ROBERT JAMIESON) My wife's a winsome wee thing, A bonnie, blythesome wee thing, My dear, my constant wee thing, And evermair sail be; It warms my heart to view her, I canna choose but lo'e her, And oh! weel may I trow her How dearly she loe's me! For though her face sae fair be. As none could evermair be; And though her wit sae rare be, As seenil do we see; 14 MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING Her beauty ne'er had gain'd me, Her wit had ne'er enchain'd me, Nor baith sae lang retained me, But for her love to me. When wealth and pride disown'd me, A' views were dark around me. And sad and laigh she found me, As friendless worth could be; When ither hope gaed frae me. Her pity kind did stay me, And love for love she ga'e me; And that's the love for me. And, till this heart is cauld, I That charm of life will hald by ; And, though my wife grow auld, my Leal love aye young will be; For she's my winsome wee thing. My canty blythesome wee thing, My tender, constant wee thing. And evermair sail be. I 16 * I \ i I V I M II .1 THE BLACK-EED LASSIE XII THE BLACK-EED LAvSSIE (CAPT. CHARLES GRAY) VVi' heart sincere I love thee, 1 oil, But dinn.'i ye be saucy, ()! Or a' my love I winna tell To thee, my black-eed lassie, O! It's no thy cheek o' rosy hue, It's no thy cherry mou' ; It's a' Ixjcause thy heart's sae true, My bonnie black-eed lassie, O. It's no the witch-glance o' thy e'e. Though few for that surpass ye, O ! That makes ye aye sae dear to me, My bonnie black-eed lassie, O! It's no the whiteness o' thy skin. It's no love's dimple on thy chin; It's a' thy modest worth within, My bonnie black-eed lassie, O! Ye smile sae sweet, ye look sae kind, That a' wish to caress ye, O! But O! how I admire thy mind, My bonnie black-eed lassie, O! 16 'A ■ i JOHN ANDFRSON, MY JO, JOHN I've seen thy een like crystal clear, Shine dimly through soft pity's tear; These are the charms that mak thee dear To me, my black-eed lassie, O! XIII JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO, JOHN (ROBERT burns) John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first ac(|uent, Your locks were like the raven. Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither. An' mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go. An' sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo. iJ 17 ■i n 11 M FLOW (,HNTLY. SWF.HT AHTON XIV FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON (RODERT ni'RNS) Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, Fll sing thee a song in thy I)raise; My Mary's asleep hy thy niunmuing stream, 1-low gently, swc*;t Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose iclio resounds thro' the glen. Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forljear, 1 charge you disturb not my slumlx;ring fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. 18 COME UNDER MY I'LAIDIE How pleasant thy hanks nnd green valleys Ijelow, Where wild in the woodlands the i.rimroses blow; There oft as mild evenin/jfs weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shides my Mary and me. XV COME UNDER MY PLAIDIE (hector macneill) Come under my plaidie ; the night's gaun to fa'; Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw; Come under my plaidie, and sit down Ixjside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, lielieve tne, for twa. Come under my plaidie, and sit down lx?side me; I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw : Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa. 19 I ■ 1 :^!^" T « W Ti*»:^,^ ^, THE RANTIN' HIGHLANDMAN He said, My dear, ye'te sunt* asteer; Cam' ye to hear the laver(H.k's san>f? u, wad ye ^an^ and wed \vi' me. And wed a rantin' Ilighhindman? In summer days, on flowery liraes. When frisky is the ewe and lamb, I's*' row ye in my tartan plaid, And l)e your rantin' Highlandman. With heather bells, that sweetly smells, I'll deck your hair sae fair and lang, If ye'U consent to scour the lx?nt Wi' me, a rantin' Highlandman. We'll big a cot, and buy a stock, Syne do the l)est that e'er we can: Then come, my dear, ye needna fear To trust a rantin* Highlandman, His words sae sweet gaed to my heart, And fain I wad ha'e gien my han'. Vet durstna, lest my mother should Dislike a rantin' Highlandman. But I expect he will come back; Then, though ray kin' should scould and ban, I'll ower the hill, or where he will, Wi' my young rantin' Highlandman. 3H \>Si « , f ( WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME XXV WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME (JAMES HOGG) Come all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I'll tell you of a secret That courtiers dinna ken. What is the greatest bliss ThcA-t the tongue o' man can name? 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame, When the kye comes hame, Tween the gloamin' an' the mirk, When the kye comes hame. 'Tis not beneath the burgonet, Nor yet beneath the crown, 'Tis not on couch of velvet, Nor yet on bed of down : 'Tis beneath the spreading birch, In the dell without a name, Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie, When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame, &c. 36 «A«miiMMUig,'. 2^Mm«p WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he loves to see, And up upon the tapmost bough, Oh, a happy bird is he! Then he pours his melting ditty, An' love 'tis a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonnie lassie, When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame, &c. When the bluart bears a pearl, And the daisy turns a pea, And the bonnie lucken gowan Has fauldit up his e'e. Then the laverock frae the blue lift Draps down, and thinks nae shame To woo his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame, &c. Then the eye shines sae bright, The haill soul to beguile. There's love in every whisper, And joy in every smile; O, wha would choose a crown, Wi' its perils and its fame. And miss a bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame? When the kye comes hame, &c. 37 m^tm i vr " * I.ASSIE Wr THE LINT-WHITF. LOCKS See yonder pawky shepherd That lingers on the hill— His yowes are in the fauld, And his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to rest, For his heart is in a flame To meet his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame, &c. Awa' wi' fame and fortune— What comfort can they gi'e? And a' the arts that prey On man's life and libertie! Gi'e me the highest joy That the heart o' man can frame, My bonnie, bonnie lassie, When the kye comes hame. •If J t '' XXVI LASSIE Wr THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS (ROBERT burns) Lassie \\4' the lint-white locks, Bonnie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my dearie, 0? 38 LASSIE Wr THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS Now Nature deeds the flowery lea, An' a' is young an' sweet like thee: Oh, wilt thou share its joys wi' me, An' say thou'lt be my dearie, O? An' when the welcome simmer shower Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower, We'll to the breathing woodbine bower At sultry noon, my dearie, O. When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray. The weary shearer's hameward way. Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, An' talk o' love, my dearie, O. An' when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest, Enclasped to my faithful breast, I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. I' 39 -■ v.- I ■ p. THE BRAES OF BALLENDINE XXVII THE BRAES OF BALLENDINE (dr. blacklock) Beneath a green shade, a lovely young swain Ae evening reclined to discover his pain; So sad, yet so sweetly, he warbled his woe. The winds ceased to breathe, and the foun- tain to flow; Rude winds wi' compassion could hear him complain. Yet Chloe, less gentle, was deaf to his strain. How happy, he cried, my moments once flew, Ere Chloe's bright charms first flash'd in my view! Those eyes then wi' pleasure the dawn could survey ; Nor smiled the fair morning mair cheerful than they. Now scenes of distress please only my sight ; I'm tortured in pleasure, and languish in light. 40 SWEET CLOSES THE EVENING Through changes in vain relief I pursue, All, all but conspire my griefs to renew; From sunshine to zeph3rrs and shades we repair — To sunshine we fly from too piercing an air ; But love's ardent fire bums always the same, No winter can cool it, no summer inflame. But see, the pale moon, all clouded, retires; The breezes grow cool, not Strephon's de- sires : I fly from the dangers of tempest and wind. Yet nourish the madness that preys on my mind. Ah, wretch! how can life be worthy thy care? To lengthen its moments, but lengthens despair. XXVIII SWEET CLOSES THE EVENING (ROBERT BURNS) Sweet closes the eve on Craigiebum-wood, And blithe] awaukens the morrow; But the pride if the spring in the Craigie- burn-wood Can jrield to me othing but sorrow. 41 m ':1 .' li t I M... I i SWEET CLOSES THE EVENING Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, And oh, to be \y\ng beyond thee; Oh, sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep That's laid in the bed beyond thee! I see the spreading leaves and flowers, 1 hear the wild birds singing; But pleasure they hae nane for me. While care my heart is wringing. I canna tell, I maunna tell, I darena for your anger; But secret love will break my heart, If I conceal it langer. I see thee gracefu', straight, and tall, I see thee sweet and bonnie; But oh, what will my torments be, If thou refuse thy Johnnie ! To see thee in anither's arms, In love to lie and languish, 'Twad be my death, that will be seen. My heart wad burst wi' anguish. 42 Oi MY ONLY JO AND DEARIE, O XXIX MY ONLY JO AND DEARIE, O (RICHARD GALL) Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, My only jo and dearie, O; Thy neck is o' the siller dew Upon the bank sae brierie, O. Thy teeth are o' the ivory; O sweet's the twinkle o' thine ee: Nae joy, na« pleasure blinks on me, My only jo and dearie, O. The birdie sings upon the thorn Its sang o' joy fu' cheerie, O, Rejoicing in the simmer mom, Nae care to mak' it eerie. O; Ah! little kens the sangstei sweet Aught o' the care I ha'e to meet. That gars my restless bosom beat, My only jo and dearie, O. When we were bairnies on yon brae, And youth was blinkin' bonnie, O, Aft we wad dafF the lee-lang day. Our joys fu' sweet and monie, O. 43 S^.: i • 'K' r ETTRICK BANKS Aft I wad chase thee o'er the lee, And round about the thorny tree; Or pu' the wild flowers a' for thee, My only jo and dearie, O. I ha'e a wish I canna tine, 'Mang a' the cares that grieve me, O, A wish that thou wert ever mine. And never mair to leave me, O; Then I would dawt thee night and day, Nae ither warldly care I'd ha'e, Till life's warm stream forgat to play, My only jo and dearie, O. XXX ETTRICK BANKS (anonymous) On Ettrick banks, ae simmer's night. At gloamin', when the sheep drave hame, I met my lassie, braw and tight. Come wading barefoot a' her lane. My heart grew light;— I ran, I flang My arms about her lily neck. And kiss'd and clapp'd her there fu' lang, My words they were na monie feck. 44 ETTRICK BANKS I said, My lassie, will ye gang To the Highland hills, the Erse to learn? I'll gi'e thee baith a cow and ewe, When ye come to the brig o' Earn: At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash. And herrings at the Broomielaw; Cheer up your heart, my bonnie lass, There's gear to win ye never saw. A' day when we ha'e wrought eneugh. When winter frosts and snaw begin, Soon as the sun gaes west the loch, At night when ye sit down to spin, I'll screw my pipes, and play a spring: And thus the weary night will end. Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring Our pleasant simmer back again. Syne, when the trees are in their bloom. And gowans glent o'er ilka tiel', I'll meet my lass amang the broom, And lead you to my simmer shiel. Then, far frae a' their scornfu' din, That mak' the kindly heart their sport. We'll laugh, and kiss, and dance, and sing. And gar the langest day seem short. IS 45 t I: hi il I Mi SAb MbKRY AS WB TWA HA'E BbEN XXXI SAE MERRY AS WE TWA HA'E BEEN ^anonymous) A LASS that was laden'd with care, Sat heavily under yon thorn; I listen'd a while for to hear, When thus she began for to mourn. Whene'er my dear shepherd was there, The birds did melodiously sing, And cold nipping winter did wear A face that resembled the spring. Sae merry as we twa ha'e been, Sae merry as we twa ha'e been. My heart it is like for to break When I think on the days we ha'e seen. Our flocks feeding close by his side, He gently pressing my hand, I view'd the wide world in its pride. And laugh'd at the pomp of command ! My dear, he would oft to me say. What makes you hard-hearted to me? Oh! why do you thus turn away From him who is dying for thee? 46 SAW YE MY WEE THING? But now he is far from my sight, Perhaps a deceiver may prove, Which makes me lament day and night, That ever I granted my love. At eve, when the rest of the folk Are merrily seated to spin, I set myself under an oak, And heavily sighed for him. XXXII SAW YE MY WEE THING? (kectok macneill) O SAW ye my wee thing? Saw ye my ain thing? Saw ye my true love down on yon lea? Cross'd she the meadow yestreen at the gloamin'? Sought she the burnie whar flow'rs the haw tree? Her hair it is lint- white ; her skin it is milk- white; Dark is the blue o' her saft rolling e'e; Red, red her ripe lips, and sweeter then roses :— Whar could my wee thing wander fra^ me? 47 I' SAW YE MY WHE THING? I saw na your we* thing, I saw nn your ain thing, Nor saw I your true love down on yon lea; But I met my bonnie thing late in the gloamin', Down by the burnie whar flow'rs the haw tree. Her hair it was lint-white; her skin it was milk-white ; Dark was the blue o' her saft rolling e'e; Ked were her ripe lips and sweeter than roses: Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me. It was na my wee thing, it was na my ain thing, It was na my true love ye met by the tree: Proud is her leal heart! modest her nature! She never lo'ed onie, till ance she lo'ed me. Her name it is Mary; she's frae Castle-Cary : Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee : — Fair as your face is, war't fifty times fairer, Young bragger, she ne'er would gi'e kisses to thee. It was then your Mary; she's frae Castle- Cary; It was then your true love I met by the tree; 48 i* i SAW YE MY WEE THING? Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature, Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me. Sair gloom'd his dark brow, blood-red his cheek grew, Wild flash'd the fire frae his red-rolling e'e!— Ye's rue sair this morning your boas., an' your scorning: Defenf! ye, fause traitor! fu' loudly ye lie. »wa' wi' beguiling, cried the youth smil- ing:— Aff went the bonnet; the lint-white locks flee; The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing, Fair stood the lov'd maid wi' the dark rolling e'e! Is it my wee thing? is it my ain thing? Is it my true love here that I see? O Jamie forgi'e me ; your heart's constant to me; I'll never mair wander, dear laddie, frae thee! ■». - j ''^■'•'% r , » ■r. .j» • _ 'K-y*. 49 '-mr^ ^ /\ n WHhN I UPON THY BOSOM LtAN XXXIII WHEN I UPON THY BOSOM LEAN (JOHN LAPKAIK) When I upon thy bosom lean, And fondly clasp thee a' my ain, I ^lory in the sacred ties That made us ane, wha ance were twain. A mutu.'d flame inspires us haith, The tender look, the meltin' kiss; Even years shall ne'er destroy our love, But only gi'e us change o' bliss. Ha'e I a wish? it's a' for thee! 1 ken thy wish is me to please. Our moments pass sae smooth away, That numbers on us look and gaze; Weel pleased they see our happy days. Nor envy's sel' finds aught to blame; And iiye, when weary cares arise, Thy bosom still shall be my hame. I'll lay me there and tak' my rest; And, if that aught distnrb my dear, I'll bid her lau^h her cares away. And beg her not to drop a tear. 50 GO TO BERWICK, JOHNNIE Ha'e I a joy? it's a' her ain United still her heart and mine; They're like the woodbine round the tree, That's twined till death shall them disjoin » t XXXIV GO TO BERWICK, JOHNNIK (JOHN HAMILTON) Go to Berwick, Johnnie; Bring her frae the Border; Yon sweet bonnie lassie, Let her gae nae farther. English loons will twine ye O' the lovely treasure; But we'll let them ken A sword wi' them we'll measure. Go to Berwick, Johnnie, And regain your honor; Drive them o'er the Tweed, And show our Scottish banner. I am Rob, the King, And ye are Jock, my brither; But, before we lose her, We'll a' be there thegither. 61 t K%i THE LASS O' COWRIE XXXV THE LASS O' GOWRIE (lady NAiSNE) 'TwAs on a summer's afternoon, A wee afore the sun gaed down, A lassie wi' a braw new goun Cam' ower the hills to Gowrie. The ro jebud wash'd in summer's shower Bloom'd fresh within the sunny bower; But Kitty was the fairest flower That e'er was seen in Gowrie. To see her cousin she cam' there, And oh! the scene was passin' fair, For what in Scotland can compare Wi' the Carse o' Gowrie? The sun was settin' on the Tay; The blue hills meltin' into grey, The mavis and the blackbird's lay Were sweetly heard in Gowrie. O lang the lassie I had woo'd, An' truth an' constancy had vowed. But cam' nae speed wi' her I lo'ed Until she saw fair Gowrie. 52 O'ER THE MUiR AMANG THE HEATHER I pointed to my faither's ha', Yon bonnie bield ayoiit the shaw, Sae loun' that there nae blast could blaw, Wad she no bide in Gowrie? Her faither was baith glad and wae; Her mither she wad naething say; The bairnies thocht they wad get play If Kitty gaed to Gowrie. She whiles did smile, she whiles did greet, The blush and tear were on her cheek; She naething said, but hung her head. But now she's Leddy Gowrie. XXXVI O'ER THE MUIR AMAJ.^ HEATHER (STUART lewis) THE Ae morn of May, when fields were gay. Serene and charming was the weather, I chanced to roam some miles frae hame, Far o'er yon muir amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather, How healthsome 'tis to range the muirs, And brush the dew from vernal heather. 63 ^; O'ER THE MUIR AMANG THE HEATHER I walk'd along, and humm'd a song, My heart was light as ony feather, And soon did pass a lovely lass, Was wading barefoot through the heather. O'er the muir araang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather; The bonniest lass that e'er I saw I met ae morn amang the heather. Her eyes divine, mair bright did shine Than the most clear unclouded ether; A fairer form did ne'er adorn A brighter scene than blooming heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather; There's ne'er a lass in Scotia's isle Can vie with her amang the heather. I said, "Dear maid, be not afraid; Pray sit you down, let's talk together; For oh! my fair, I vow and swear You've stole my heart amang the heather " O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather; Ye swains, beware of yonder muir, You'll lose your hearts amang the heather. 54 Vt» •! LIZZY LINDSAY She answered me, right modestly, "I go, kind sir. to seek my father, Whose fleecy charge he tends at large, On yon green hills Ijeyond the hepther." O'er the muir amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather; Were I a king thou shouldst be mine, Dear blooming maid, amang the heather. Away she flew out of my view. Her hame or name I ne'er could gather, But aye sin' syne I sigh and pine For that sweet lass amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather; While vital heat glows in my heart I'll love the lass among the heather. XXXVII LIZZY LINDSAY (ROBERT BURNS) Wu.L ye gang wi' me, Lizzy Lindsay, Will ye gang to the Highlands wi' me? Will ye gang wi' mc, Lizzy Lindsay, My bride and my darling to be? 55 • . X'' ■ k ■ . , ■ ■ V-. ♦ « - ■*mM*-.'i* - K ■■* THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN To gang to the Highlands wi' you, sir, I dinna ken how that may be; For I ken nae the land that you live in, Nor ken I the lad I'm gaun wi'. O Lizzy, lass, ye maun ken little. If sae ye dinna ken me ; For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald, A chieftain o' high degree. She has kilted her coats o' green satin. She has kilted them up to the knee, And she's off wi' Lord Ronald MacDonald, His bride and his darling to be. ■;f » i.''»B^~ l "Y > fc^lilj ■dS . "«C FLORA MACDONALD'S LAMENT She look'd at a boat wi* the breezes that swung, Away on the wave, like a bird of the main; An' aye as it lessen'd she sigh'd and she sung, Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! Fiireweel to my hero, the gallant and young, Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! The moorcock that craws on the brows of Ben-Connal, He kens of his bed in a sweet mossy hame; The eagle that soars o'er the cliifs of Clan- Ronald, Unawed and unhunted his eyrie can claim ; The solan can sleep on the shelve of the shore. The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea. But ah! there is one whose hard fate I deplore. Nor house, ha', nor hame in his country has he! The conflict is past and our name is no more — There's nought left but sorrow for Scot- land and me! 60 O, WHbRE, TELL ME WHERE The target is torn from the arm of the just, The helmet is clett on the brow of the brave, The claymore forever in darkness must rust, But red is the sword of the stranger and slave ; The hoof of the horse and the foot of the proud. Have trod o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue ; Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud, When tyranny revell'd in blood of the true? Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good! The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow! XLI O, WHERE, TELL ME WHERE (MRS. CHANT OF LAGGAN) "O, WHERE, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? O, where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone?" "He's gone, with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done, rut *Tlil1illMI«''#tia « ii I ftii I iipli ■■#««»)« fSSP"*" ■ w fr ii M i J;&#l At^km^m MICROCOPY RESOLUTION TEST CHART (ANSI ond ISO TEST CHART No. 2) 1.0 bi 1^ 11^ IIIIM ■ 50 Hi lis IS ■ 16 1^ Hill 1^ 1.8 ^ APPLIED IM/1GE ^Fi '653 East Moin Street SVS Rochester. New York 14609 USA ^BS (715) 432 - 0300 - Phone ^S (7'6) 288 - 5989 - Fox •■'''<' O, WHERE, TELL ME WHhKE And my sad heart will tremble till he comes safely home. He's gone with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done, And my sad heart will tremble till he comes safel3' home." <::* ) "O, where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie sta}'? O, where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay?" "He dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the rapid Spey, And many a blessing foUow'd him, the day he went away. He dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the rapid Spey, And many a blessing foUow'd him, the da / he went away." "O, what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? O, what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?" "A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war, And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a star; 62 O, WHERE, TELL ME WHERE A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war, And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a star." "Suppose, ah, suppose, that some cruel, cruel wound. Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound!" "The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly, The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye; The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly, And for his king and country dear, with pleasure he would die!" "But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds; But I will hope to see him yet, in Scotland's bonny bounds. His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, While, wide through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds; His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, While, wide through all our Highland hills, his warlike name resounds." ill CHARLIE IS MY DARLING U hi .. tt V 1 XLII CHARLIE IS MY DARLING (lady nairne) 'TwAS on a Monday morning Right early in the year, When Charlie cam' to our toun, The young Chevalier. Oh! Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling, Oh! Charlie is mj- darling, The young Chevalier. As he cam' marching up the street, The pipes play'd loud and clear. And a' the folk cam' running out. To meet the Chevalier. Oh! Charlie is my darHng, &c. VVi' Hieland bonnets on their heads, And claymores bright and clear. They cam' to fight for Scotland's right And the young Chevalier. Oh! CharHe is my darling, &c. 04 \M "It. I', i I \ ii: M 1 . •<' J . '■> H THE ROWAN TREE They've left their bonnie Hieland hills, Their wives and bairnies dear, To draw the sword for Scotland's lord, The young Chevalier. Oh! Charlie is my darling, &c. Oh! there were many beating hearts And many a hope and fear. And many were the prayers put up For the young Chevalier. Oh! Charlie is my darling, &c. XLIII THE KOVVAN TREE (ladv nairne) On, Rowan tree! Oh, Rowan tree! thou'lt aye be dear to me, i at wined thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and infancy; Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring, thy flow'rs the simmer's pride; There was nae sic a bonnie tree, in a' the country side. Oh, Rowan tree! 5 65 *iiU THE ROWAN TREE Hr .V fair vvert thou in simmer time, vvi' a* thy clusters white, How rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi' Ijerries red and ))right, We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran; They pu'd thy bonnie l)erries red, and neck- laces they Strang. Oh, Kowan tree! If ri : ' >. On thy fair stem were mony names, which now nae mair 1 see; But they're engraxen on my heart, forgot they ne'er can Ije; My mother! oh! I see her still, she smil'd our sj)orts to see; Wi' little jeanie on her lap, wi' Jamie at her knee! Oh, Kowan tree! Oh ! there arose my father's prayer, in holy evening's calm. How sweet was then my mother's voice, in the Martyr's psalm; Now a' are gane ! we meet nae mair aneath the Kowan tree. But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o' hame and infancy. Oh, Kowan tree! m *-. r pi i i — x»m m THERE CROWS A BONNIE BRIER BUSH XLIV THERE GROWS A BON,.-,., BRIER BUSH (lady nairnk) There grows a honnie l)rier bush in our kail yard, And white are the blossoms o't in our kail yard, Like wee bit cockauds, to deck our hieland lads. And the lassies lo'e the bonnie bush in our kail yard. I An' it's hame, an' it's hame, to the north countrie. An' it's hame, an' it's hame, to the north countrie. Where my bonnie Jean is waiting for me, \Vi' a heart kind an' true, in my ain countrie. But were they a' true that were far awa'? O' were they a' true that were far awa'? They drew up wi' glaikit Englishers at Carlisle ha'. And for^^rot auld frien's that were far awa'. 07 U* Ml :wss6X.iMxir^S^n'Wm<^ ■ I r ■t li '/ THERE GROWS A BONNIE BRIER BUSH Ye'Il come nne mnir, Jamie, where aft ye have been, Ve'll come nae mair. Jamie, to Atholl's ;?reen. O'er weel ye loVd the dancin' at Carlisle ha' And forgot the hieland hills, that were far awa'. I ne'er lo'ed a dance but on Atholl's green, I «ie'cr lo'ed a lassie, but my dortv Jean, Sair, sair against my will, did I bide sae lang awa', And my heart was aye in Atholl's green, at Carlisle ha'. The brier bush was bonnie ance in our kail yard. The brier bush was bonnie ance in our kail yard, A blast blew ower the hill, that ga'e Atholl's flowers a chill, An the bloom's blawn aifthe bonnie bush in our kail yard. 68 rt'! SAE FLAXEN WERE HER RINGLETS f^ XLV SAE FLAXEN WERE HEK KINGLETS (ROBERT nCHNs) Sak Haxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-jirching Twa laughing een o' honnie blue, Her smiling, sae wiling, Wad make a wretch forget his woe; What pleasure, what treasure. Unto those rosy lips to grow; Such was my Chloris' bonnie face. When first her bonnie face I saw, An' aye my Chloris' dearest charm. She says she lo'es me liest 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 graceful air; Ilk feature — auld nature Declared that she could do nae mair. 69 I w M W v A\J it i m^ ^1 ^^. m THK SKYI.AKK Hers arc the willing .-hains o' love, By eoiKiuering Ix-auty's sovereign law An aye my Chloris' dearest charm, She says she lo'es me best of a'. ' Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunnv noon; Gi'e me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon; l^air Ix-aming, and streaming, x^-?r ."'!.'.'''■ ^'^^^' ^^'^ '^""^h« '""'-ing; \\ hile falling, recalling. The amorous thrush concludes his sang. There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By wimphng burn and leafv shaw, An hear my vows o' truth and love. An' say thou lo'es me best of a'. XLVI THE vSKYLARK (jAMES HOGG) Bird of the wilderness, Blythesome and cumberless, Sweet he thy matin o'er moorland and lea' bmblems of happiness. Blessed is thy dwelling-place, Oh! to abide in the desert with thee! 70 % THE SKYLARK VVild is thy lay ami loud, Far in the downy cloud; Love gives its energy, lovJ gave it birth; Where on the dewy wing. Where art thou journeving? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day- Over the cloudlet dim, ' Over the rainbow's rim. Musical cherub, hie, hie thee away! Then when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms, vSwc^t will thy welcome and bed of love be' Bird of the wilderness, Bless'd is thy dwelling-place. Oh! to abide in the desert with thee. k Ptsm 71 >>"■ '■0 ■ Wr^.mJik . ■;• YOUNG LOCHINVAR ^il i 'J: - ■^. • .'1.: ; i- « XLVII YOUNG LOCHINVAK (sin WALTER SCOTT, BART.) Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west ; Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war. There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Esk river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Xetherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war. Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. 72 Mi <-^-!B;^w.t»!».i •:ij%- YOUNG LOCHINVAR So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers and all; Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war. Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" ! ? "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovelv by far. That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, 73 I ( i/fl " •■!■■-• -IT, -'H ■:f^ re 111 YOUNG LOCHINVAR She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar, — "Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume. And the bridegroom stood dangling his bon- net and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, '"Twere better by far 1 ^ lave matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch of her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung. So light to the saddle before her he sprung !— "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. 74 f a ! II ;1 ^Itf^iV/f A WEARY LOT IS THINE, FAIR MAID There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the iXetherbv clan; Forsters Fenwicks. and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing, and chasing, on Cannohie ivCe, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did thev see. •' So daring in love, and so dauntless in war Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young JLochinvar? ** 'T- T ^f XLVIII A WE..KY LOT IS THINE. FAIR MAID (sir WALTER SCOTT, BART.) "A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine. A lightsome eye. a soldier's mien, ^ A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green- No more of nie you knew, love! No more of me you knew. 75 n w 'Mr if' ■Hf; K ^Hi^' 1 ! 1 :■ 1 :- MARY, WHY WASTE? "This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But it shall bloom in winter snow, lire we two meet again." He tum'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore; He gave his bridle-reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love! And adieu for evermore." XLIX MARY, WHY WASTE? (ROBERT TANNAHILL) "Mary, why thus waste thy youthtime in sorrow? See, a' around you the flowers sweetly blaw; Blythe sets the sun o'er the wild cliffs of Jura, Blythe sings the mavis in ilka green shaw." "How can this heart ever mair think of pleasure? Summer may smile, but delight I ha'e nane ; Cauld in the grave lies my heart's only treasure, Nature seems dead since my Jamie is gane. 76 MARY, WHY WASTE? "This 'kerchief he gave me, a true lover's token, Dear, dear to me was the gift for his sake! I wear't near my heart, but this poor heart is broken, Hope died with Jamie, and left it tc break ; Sighing for him, I He down in the e'ening, ' Sighing for him, I awake in the morn ; ' Spent are my days a' in secret repining,' Peace to this bosom can never return! "Oft have we wander'd in sweetest retire- ment. Telling our loves 'neath the moon's silent Ijeam, Sweet were our meetings of tender endear- ment, But fled are these joys like a fleet-passing dream. Cruel remembrance, in pity forsake me, Brooding o'er joys that for ever are flown ! Cruel remembrance, in pity forsake me, Flee to some bosom where grief is un- known!" 77 ♦-'T;.,;- HARPER OF MULL If: HARPEK OF MULL (hobkrt tannahill) When Rosie was faithful, how happy was I! Still gladsome as summer the time glided liy : I play'd my heart cheery, while fondly I sang Of the charms of my Rosie the winter nights lang: But now I'm as waefu' as waefu' can be, Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a' ane to me. For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad soul. That cheerless for aye is the Harper of Mull. I wander the glens and the wild wood^ alane, In thel deepest recesses I make my sad mane; My harp's mournful melody joins in the strain. While sadly I sing of the days that are gane. 78 m HARPER OF MULL Though Rosie is faithless, she's no the less fair, And the thoughts of her beauty but feed m y despair ; With painful remembrance my bosom is full And weary of life is the Harper of Mull. As slumb'ring I lay by the dark mountain stream, My lovely young Rosie api)ear'd in my dream ; I thought her still kind, and I ne'er was sae blest. As in fancy 1 clasp'd the dear nymph to my breast ; Thou false fleeting vision, too soon thou wert o'er. Thou wak'dst me to tortures unequall'd before ; But death's silent slumbers my griefs soon shall lull. And the green grass wave over the Haroer of Mull. ^ 79 IF DUUGHTY DEEDS MY LADY I'LEASE LI IF DOUGHTY DEEDS MY LADY PLEASE (ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMORE) If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed: And strong his arm, and fast his seat, That bares frae me the meed. I'll wear thy colors in my cap, Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye, Shall rue it to his smart. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, O tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take Though ne'er another trow me. If gay attire delight thine eye, I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night, And squire thee all the day. If sweetest sounds can win thine ear. These sounds I'll strive to catch; Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell. That voice that nane can match. 80 THE LAND O' THE LEAL But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me; I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue; For you alone I strive to sing— O tell me how to woo! LII THE LAND O' THE LEAL (lady nairne) I'm wearin awa', John, Like snaw wreaths in thaw, John^ I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, John, She was baith gude and fair, John, And oh! we grudged her sair To the land o' the leal. ti SI f THE- lANI) O' THH LKAl. But sorrow's scI' wears past, John, And joy's a-comin' fast, John, The joy that's aye to last In the land o' the leal. vSae dear's that joy was hou^^ht, John, Sae free the battle fought, John, That sinfu' man e'er brought To the land o' the leal. Oh! dry your glistn'ing e'e, John, My soul langs to Ix? free, John, And angels Ix'ckon me To the land o' the leal. Oh! haud ye leal and true, John, Your day it's wearin' thro', John, And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal. Now fare ye weel, my ain John, This world's cares are vain, John, We'll meet, and aye be fain. In the land o' the leal. 82 MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET LIII MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET (jAMEil HOOG) My love she's but a lassie yet, A lightsome lovely lassie yet; It scarce wad ^lo To sit an' woo Down l)y the stream sae ghissy yet. But there's a braw time loming yet, When we may gang a-roj;ming yet; An' hint wi' glee O' joys to Ixr, When fa's the modest gloaming yet. She's neither proud nor saucy yet, She's neither plump nor gamy yet; But just a jinking, Bonnie blinking, Hilty-skilty lassie yet. But O, her artless smiles mair sweet Than hinny or than marmalete; An' right or wrang, Ere it 'dc lang, I'll bring her to a parley yet. 83 Si aj^ ki : .-**f''^ O, ARE YE SLEEPIN', MAGGIE I'm jealous o' what blesses her, The very breeze that kisses her, The flowry beds On which she treads, Though wae for ane that misses her. Then O to meet my lassie yet. Up in yon glen sae grassy yet; , For all I see Are nought fo' me, Save her that's but a lassie yet! »*•; LIV O, ARE YE SLEEPIN', MAGGIE (kobert tannahill) O, ARE ye sleepin', Maggie? O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? Let me in, for loud the Unn Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie! Mirk and rainy is the night, No a starn in a' the carie; Lightnings gleam athwart the lift. And winds drive on wi' winter's fury. O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? &c. 84 M .7 r O, ARE YE SLEEPIN', MAGGIE Fearfu' soughs the bourtree bank, The rifted wood roars wild and dreary, Loud the iron gate goes clank, And cry of howlets makes me eerie. O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? &c. Aboon my breath I daurna speak. For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie, Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, O rise, rise my bonnie lady! O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? &c. She opt the door, she let him in, He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie: "Blaw your warst, ye rain and win'. Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye." Now, since ye'er wakin', Maggie! Now, since ye'er wakin', Maggie! What care I for howlet's cry. For bourtree bank, or warlock craigie? '1 l"JM 85 :\1 SI THE WOMEN FOLK LV THE WOiMEN FOLK (JAMES HOGG) O SARELY I rue the day ^ I fancied first the womankind ; For aye sinsyne I ne'er can ha'e Ae (|uiet thought or peace o' mind! They ha'e plagued my heart, and pleased my e'e, An' teased an' flatter'd me at will, But aye for a' their witchery. The pawky things I lo'e them still. O, the women folk! O, the women folk! But they ha'e been the wreck o' me; O, weary fa' the women folk; For they winna let a body be! I ha'e thought an' thought, but darena tell, I've studied them wi' a' my skill, I've lo'ed them better than mysel',' I've tried again to like them ill. V\'ha sairest strives, will sairest rue. To comprehend what nae man can; When he has done what man can do,' He'll end at last where he began. O, the women folk ! &c. 8G « I, •«. .. ..•'*=^1A THE WOMEN f o| K That they ha'e gentle forms an' meet A man wi' half a look may see; An' gracefu' airs, an' faces sWeet,' An' waving curls aboon the br^- An' smiles as soft as the young rosebud, ur i",^^" f""^ ^^^^y^ '^"^^t> an' rare. Wad lure the laverock frae the clud— But laddie, seek to ken nae mair! O, the vi^omen folk! &c. Even but this night, nae farther gane, The r^'.te is neither lost nor lang, I tak ye witness, ilka ane. How fell they fought, and fairly dang. Their point they've carried, right or wrang, \Nithout a reason, rhyme, or law. An' forced a man to sing a sang. That ne'er could sing a verse ava'. O, the women folk ! the women folk ! But they ha'e bc^n the wreck o' me- O, weary fa' the women folk. For they winna let a body be! ^1 87 f'5'' ' WHEN JOHN AND ME WERE MARRIED LVI WHEN JOHN AND ME WERE MARRIED (ROBERT TANNAHILL) When John and me were married, Our hading was but sma', For my minnie, canker't carling, Wou'd gi'e us nocht ava' ; I wair't my fee wi' canny care, As far as it wou'd gae, But weel I wat, our bridal bed Was clean pease-strae. Wi' working late and early, We're come to what ye see, For fortune thrave aneath our hands, Sac eydent aye were we. The lowe of love made labor light ; I'm sure ye'U find it sae, When kind ye cuddle down at e'en 'Mang clean pease-strae. The rose blows gay on cairny brae. As weel's in birken shaw, And love will lowe in cottage low, As weel's in lofty ha'; 88 r MARK'D A GEM OF NEARLY DEW Sac, lassie, take the lad ye like, VVhate'er your minnie say, Tho' ye should make your bridal bed 0£ clean pease-strae. LVII I MARK'D A GEM OF PEARLY DEW (ROBERT TANNAHILL) 1 MARK'D a gem of pearly dew. While wand'ring near yon misty mountain, Which bore the tender flow'r so low, It dropp'd it off into the fountain. So thou has wrung this gentle heart, Which in its core was proud to wear thee. Till drooping sick beneath thy art. It, sighing, found it could not bear thee. Adieu, thou faithless fair! unkind! Thy falsehood dooms that we must sever ; Thy vows were as the passing wind, That fans the flow'r, then dies for ever. And think not that this gentle heart. Though in its core 'twas proud to wear thee. Shall longer droop lieneath thy art ;— No, cruel fair, it cannot bear thee. 89 i\ I WELL MEEF BESIDE THE DUSKY GLEN M[i LVIII WE'LL MEET BESIDE THE DUSKY GLEN (ROBERT TANNAHILL) We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn-side, Where the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn-side : Though the broomy knowes be green, Yet there we may be seen; But we'll meet— we'll meet at e'en, down by yoi burn-side. I'll lead thee to the birken bower on yon burn-side, Sae sweetly wove wi' woodbine flower, on yon burn-side: There the busy prying eye Ne'er disturbs the lover's joy, While in other's arm they lie, down by yon burn-side. Awa' ye rude unfeelin' crew, frae yon burn- side ! Those fairy scenes are no for you, by yon burn-side : 90 ^ WHAT AILS YOU NOW There fonc> smooths her theme, By the sweetly murmurin' stre.'im, And the rock-lo(l;re,i echoes skim, (lovvn by yon bm-n-side. Now the plantin' taps are tinged wi' gowd on yon bm'n-side. And gloamin' draws her foggie shroud o'er yon burn-side: Far frae the noisy scene, I'll through the fields alane; There well meet, my ain dear Jean! down by yon burn-side. f LIX WHAT AILvS YOU NOW (ALEXANDER DOUGLAS) What ails you now, my daintie Pate, Ye winna wed an' a' that? Say, are ye fley'd, or are ye blate, To tell your love an' a' that? To kiss an' clap, an' a' that? O fy for shame, an' a' that. To spend your life without a wife; 'Tis no the gate ava that. 91 BIRKS OF ABERFELDY Ere lang you will grow auld and frail, Your haffcts white an* a' that; An whaie's the Meg, the Kate, or Nell, Will ha'e j'ou syne wi' a' that? Runkled brow an' a' that; Wizzen'd tace an' a' that; Wi' beard sae grey, there's nane will ha'e A kiss frae you, an' a' that. ., 1 1. • LX BIRKS OF ABERFELDY (ROBERT Hl'RNS) BONNlii hissie, will ye go, Will 3'e go, will 3'e go; Bonnie lassie, will ye go, To the birks of A'berfeldy? Now simmer blinks on flowery braes. An' o'er the crystal streamlet plays; Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy. The little birdies blythely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the birks of Aberfeldy. 92 ■-I; .«,. '5 THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE The braes ascend, like lofty wa's, The foamy stream (Jee|>-r()arin^' fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. The hoary cliffs arc crownVl wi' flowers, White o'er the linns the hurnie pours, An' rising, weets wi' misty showers The birks of Aberfeldy. Let fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me Supremely blest wi' love an' thee. In the birks of Aberfeldy. LXI THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE (KOBERT ALLAN) There grew in bonnie Scotland A thistle and a brier, And aye they twined and clasp'd, Like sisters, kind and dear. The rose it was sae bonnie. It could ilk bosom charm; The thistle spread its thorny leaf. To keep the rose frae harin. 93 11 THE THISTLR AND THE ROSE A honnie laddie tended The rose baith ear' and late; He water'd it, and fann'd it, And wove it with his fate; And the leal hearts of vScotland I'ray'd it might never fa', The thistle was sae honnie green, The rose sae like the snaw. But the weird sisters sat Where Hope's fair emblems grew; They drapt a drap upon the rose ()' bitter, blasting dew; And aye they twined the mystic thread,- But ere their task was done. The snaw-white shade it disappear'd, And wither'd in the sun! A bonnie laddie tended The rose baith ear' and late; He water'd it and fann'd it, And wove it with his fate; But the thistle tap it wither'd, Winds bore it far awa'. And Scotland's heart was broken. For the rose sae like the snaw! 94 AS I CAM- DOWN THK CANONGATE iPhi- "*'^ LXII AvS I CAM' DOWN THE CANONOATB (anonymous) As I cam' down the Canongate, The Canongate, the Canongate, As I cam' down the Canongate, I heard a lassie sing, Merry may the keel row, The keel row, the keel row. Merry may the keel row, The ship thai my love's in. My love has breath o' roses, <)' roses, o' roses, VVi' arms o' lily posies, To fauld a lassie in. O merry, &c. My love he wears a bonnet, A bonnet, a bonnet, A snawy rose upon it, A dimple on his chin. O merry, &c. 95 Kh.LVIN CROVE LXIII KELVIN GKOVE (THOMAS LYLK) Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, honnie his- sie, ()! Jlirough its mjues let us rove, bonnie las- sie, O! Where the rose in all her pride Paints the hollow dingle side. Where the midnight fViiries glide, honnie lassie, O! Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O! To the cove Ivside the rill, bonnie lassie, ! Where the glens rebound the call Of the roaring water's fall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O! O Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie, ()! When in summer we are there, bonnie las- sie, O! There the May pink's t^nmson plume Throws a soft but sweet jierfume Kound the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie, O! 96 KELVIN GROVE Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie, ()! As the smile of fortune's thine:, bonnie las. sie, O! Yet with fortune on my side I could stay thy father's pride. And win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie. ()! But the frowns of fortune lower, bonnie lassie, O! On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, O! Ere yon golden orl) of day VVake the warblers on the spray, From this land I must away, jjonnie las- sie, O! Then farewell to Kelvin Grove, bonnie las- sie, O! And adieu to all I love, bonnie lassie, O! To the river winding clear, To the fragrant-scented Ijreer, Even to thee of all most dear, bonnie las- sie, O! When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie, ()! Should I fall 'midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O! Then, Helen! shouldst thou hear (>f thy lover on his bier. To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, O ' 7 07 MARY'S DREAM m LXIV MAKY'vS DREAM (JOHN LOWE) The moon hnd climb'd the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Iler silver light on tower and tree, When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea; When soft and low a voice was heard, "Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!" She from her pillow gently raised Her head to ask who there might Ije, And saw 3'oung Sandy shivering stand, With visiige pale, and hollow e'e. "( ), Mary dear, cold is my clay; It lies l)eneath a stormy sea, I'^ar, far from thee I slee]) in death, So, Mary, weep no more for me! fi "Three stormy nights and stormy days We tossed upon the raging main; And long we strove oiu' hark to save, But all our striving was in vain. 98 i'.. ; I SOMEBODY Even then, when horror chilled my blood, My heart was Idled with love for thee The storm is past, and I at rest, So, Mary, weep no more for me! "O maiden dear, th; self prepare We soon shall met v oon thai shore Where love is free fro.a do-;.t and care. And thou and I shall part no more!" Loud crowed the cock, the shadow fled: No more of Sandy could she see, But soft the passing sjnrit said, "Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!" LXV SOMEBODY (ROBERT IlljRNS) My heart is sair— I dare na tell— My heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night For the sake of somebody. Oh-hon, for somebody! Oh-hey, for somebody! I could range the world around. For the sake o' somebody! 99 COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, Oh, sv^eetly smile on somebody! Frae ilka danger keep him free, And send me safe my somebody. Oh-hon, for somebody! Oh-hey, for somebody! I wad do— what wad I not! For the sake o' somebody! H LXVI COMIN' THROUGH THE KYE (ROBERT BURNS) Gin a body meet a body Comin' through the rye. Gin a body kiss a body. Need a body cry? Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I! Yet a' the lads they smile at me, When comin' through the rye. Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e mysel'; But whaur his hame, or what his name, I dinna care to tell. 100 i-l THE BONNIE LASS O' WOODHOUSELEE Gin a bodv meet a body, Comin t ;ie the town, Gin a bod3' greet a body, Need a body frown? Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I ! Yet a' the lads they smile at me. When comin' through the rye. Amang the train there is a swain, I dearly lo'e mysel'; But whaur his hame, or what his name, I dinna care to tell. THE BONNIE LASS O' WOODHOUSE- LEE (ROBERT ALLAN) The sun blinks sweetly on yon shaw, But sweeter far on Woodhouselee, And dear I like his setting beam For sake o' ane sae dear to me. It was nae simmer's fairy scenes. In a' their charming luxury. But Beauty's sel' that won my heart. The bonnie lass o' Woodhouselee. 101 t THE BONNIE LASS O' WOODHOUSEL.EE vSae winnin' was her witchin' smile, vSae piercin' was her coal-black e'e, Sae sarely wounded was my heart, That had na wish sic ills to dree; In vain I strave in Ix'auty's chains, I cou'd na keep my fancy free, She gat my heart sae in her thrall, The bonnie lass o' Woodhouselee. The bonnie knowes, sae yellow a', Where aft is heard the hum of bee. The meadow green, and brec/.y hill. Where lambkins sport sae nierrilie. May charm the weary, wand'rin' swain. When e'enin' sun dips in the sea. But a' my heart, baith e'en and morn, Is wi' the lass o' Woodhouselee. The flowers that kiss the winiplin' burn. And dew-clad gowans on the lea. The water-lily on the lake. Are but swcx't emblems a' of thee ; And while in summer smiles they l)loom, Sae lovely, and sae tair to see, rU woo their sweets, e'en for thy sake, The bonnie lass o' Woodhouselee. 102 GANG TO THE BRAKENS Wl' ME LXVIII GANG TO THE BRAKENS WI' ME (JAMES HOGG) I'll sing of yon glen of red heather, An' a dear thing that ea's it her hanie, Wha's a' made o' love-life thegether, Frae the tie o' the shoe to the ka'inic. Love Ix'ckons in every sweet motion, Commanding due homage to gi'e; But the shrine o' my dearest devotion Is the bend o' her bonny e'ebree. I fleech'd an' I pray'd the dear lassie To gang to the brakens \vi' me; But though neither lordly nor saucy. Her answer was— "Laith wad I be! I neither ha'e father nor mither, Sage counsel or caution to gi'e; An' prudence has whispered me never To gang to the brakens wi' thee." "Dear lassie, how can you upbraid me, An' try your own love to beguile? For ye are the richest young lady That ever gaed o'er the kirk-stile. 1U3 n GANG TO THE BRAKENS Wl ME Your smile that is blither th«'in onv, The bend o' your eheei'tu' e'cbree, An' the sw<.et blinks o' love there s.-ie bonny. Are five hunder thousand to nie!" She turn'd her around an' said, sinilinjf. While the tear in her blue e'e shone elear, "You're welcome, kind sir, to your mailing, For, O, you have valued it dear: Gae mak' out the lease, do not linger; Let the parson indorse the decree, An' then, for a wave of your finger, 1 11 gang to the brakens wi' thee!" There's joy in the bright !)looming features, When love lurks in every young line; There's joy in the beauties of nature, There's joy in the dance and the wine* But there's a delight will ne'er jierish, 'Mang pleasures all fleeting and vain, And that is to love and to cherish The fond little heai't that's our ain! 104 THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE LXIX THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE (ROBERT BURNS) Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever; Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever. Aften hast thou vovv'd that death Only should us .sever; Now thou'st left thy lass for aye I maun see thee never, Jamie, I'll see thee never. Thru hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou canst love anither, jo. While my heart s breaking; Soon my weary een I'll close, Never mair to waken, Jamie, Never mair to waken. 105 n OH! DEAR WERE THE JOYS LXX OH! DEAR WERE THE JOYS (JHHN FINLAV) Oh ! dear vere the joys that are past ! Oh! dear were tlie joys that are past; Inconstant thou art, as the dew of the morn, Or a cloud of the night on the bhist ! How flear was the breath of the eve, When Iwaring thy fond faithless sigh ! And the moonlK-ain how dear that Ixitray'd The love that illumined thine eye! Thou vow'dst in my arms to Ije mine. Thou swar'st by the moon's sacred light; But dark rollVl a cloud o'er the sky. It hid the pale (pieen of the night. Thou hast broken thy plighted faith, And broken a fond lover's heart; Yes! in winter the moon's Oeeting ray I would trust more than thee and thy art! I am wretched to think on the past- Even hope now my peace cannot save! Thou hast given to my rival thy hand, But me thou hast doom'd to my grave. 106 ..-. t BONNIF: MARY HALLIDAY LXXI BONxME MAKY HALLIDAY (ALI^.N CltNNlNGHAM) Bonnie Mary Hnl'iday, Turn again, I crill you; If you go to the dewy wood, Sorrow will befall you. The ring-dove from the dewy wood Is wailing sore and calling; An' Annan water, 'tween its banks Is foaming far and falling. Gentle Mary Halliday, Come, my bonnie lady— Upon the river's woodv bank My steed is saddled ready. And for thy haughty kinsman's threats My faith shall never falter— The bridal banci t's ready made, The priest is at the altar. Gentle Mary Halliday, The towers of merry Preston Have bridal candles gleaming bright- So busk thee, love, and hasten. 107 RONNIE MARY HALIIDAY Come busk thcc, love, and bowne thee Through Tindal and ^eei. Mouswal; Come, l)c the grace and Ik? the charm To the proud Towers ot Mochusel. Bonnie Mary HalHday, Turn again, I tell you; For wit, and grace, and loveliness, What maidens may excel you? Though Annan has its >)cauteous dames, Antl Corrie many a fair one, We canna want thee from our sight, Thou lovely and thou rare one Bonnie Mary Halliday, When the cittern's sounding, We'll miss th\ iJjjhtsome lily foot Amang the biythe lads bounding. The summer sun shall freeze our veins. The winter moon shall warm us. Ere the like of thee shall come again To cheer us and to charm us. 108 FARtWHLl. ru BONNIE TEVIOTDALE i f LXXII FAREWELL TO BONNIE TEVIOTDALE Our native land, our native vale, A Um^, a last adieu; Farewell to honnie Teviotdale, And Cheviot's mountains blue! Farewell, ye hills of glorious rleeds, Ye streams renown'd in song; Fare .veil, yc braes and blossom'd meads Our hearts have loved so long! Farewell the blythesome broomv knowes Where thyme and harefxflls grow Farewell the hoary haunted hows ' O'erhung with birk and sloe! The mossy cave and mouldering tower That skirt our native dell. The martyr's grave and lover's bower V\e bid a sad farewell! Home of our love, our fathers' home, Land of the brave and free. The sail is Happing on the foam That bears us far from thee! 109 ?y THH FVHNIN(; STAR We stfk a wild .ind distant shore Heyond the westt-rn main; We leave thee to return no more, Nor view thy ililFs a>fain! Our native land, our native vale, A lon^, a last adieu; Farewell to honnie Teviotdale And Scotland's mountains blue! J ! LXXIII THE IvVIiNlNO STAR (dr. JOHN LKYIJKN) How sweet thy modest li^rht to view, Fair star! to Jove and lovers dear; While treml)ling on the falling dew, Like l)eauty shining through the tear; Or hanging o'er that mirror-stream To mark each image trembling there. Thou seem'st to smile with softer gleam To see thy lovely face so fair. Though, blazing o'er the arch of night, The moon thy timid lieams outshine As far as thine each starry light— Her rays can never vie with thine. 110 THE BONNIE WfiK THINC. Thine nre the soft emhantin^r hours When twilight lingers on the plain, And whisiKTs to the closing flow'ra, That soon the sun will rise again! Thine is the breeze that, munnuring bland As music, wafts the lover's sigh; And bids the yielding heart expand In love's delicious ecstasy. Fair star! though I l)e dooni'd to prove AK/'''?n'7'r"';*''' ^^•'''^ •'"'^' '"'^''' ^vithpain; Ah! st.ll I feel 'tis sweet to love- But sweeter to \k loved again. LXXIV THE BONNIE WEE THING (ROBERT BURNS) Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wtn; thing, wert thou mine; I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine! Wishfully I look an' languish In that bonnie face of thine; An' my heart it stounds wi" anguish, Lest my wee thing l)e na mine. Ill w ON THl WILD BRAKS OF CALDKR Wit, an' grace, an' love, an' beauty, In ae constellation shine; To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o' this soul o' mine! Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine I LXXV ON THE WILD BRAES OF CALDER (JOHN STRUTHERS) On the wild braes of Calder, I found a fair lily, All drooping with dew in the breath of the morn, A lily more fair never bloom'd in the valley, Nor rose, the gay garden of art to adorn.' Sweet, sweet was the fragrance this lily diii'used. As blushing, all lonely, it rose on the view. But scanty its shelter, to reptiles exposed, And every chill blast from the cold north that blew. 112 MY AIN KIND DEARIE, O Beneath yon green hill, a small field I had planted, Where the light leafy hazel hangs over the burn; And a flower such as this, to complete it, was wanted, A flower that might mark the gay season's return. Straight home to adorn it, I bore this fair hly, Where, at morn, and at even, I have watch'd it with care; And blossoming still, it is (|ueen of the valley The glory of spring, and the pride of thJ year. LXXVI MY AIN KIND DEARIE, O (KOHIiRT BURNS) When o'er the hills the eastern star Tells bughtin' time is near, my jo; An' owsen frae the furrovv'd field Heturn sac dowf an' wearv, O ; Down by the burn, where sented birks Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie, O. 8 113 ADIEU FOR EVERMORE In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, I'd rove, an' ne'er be earie, O, If thro' that glen I ga'ed to thee. My ain kind dearie, O. Altho' the night was ne'er sae wild, An' I were ne'er sae wearie, O, I'd meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie, O. The hunter lo'es the morning sun. To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher seeks the glen. Along the Ijurn to steer, my jo; Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin' gray, It mak's my heart sae cheery, O, To meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie, O. LXXVII ADIEU FOR EVERMORE (anonymous) It was a' for our richtfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our richtfu' king We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land. 114 f^' A'*'.; ADIEU FOR EVERMORE Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain: My love, my native land, farewell; For I maun cross the main, my dear. For I maun cross the main. He turn'd him richt and round about Upon the Irish shore, And ga'e his bridle-reins a shake, With, Adieu for evermore, my love, With, Adieu for evermore. The sodger frae the war returns. The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love. Never to meet again, my love. Never to meet again. When day is gane, and nicht is come. And a' folk bo^nd to sleep, I think on him that's far awa' The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear, The lee-lang night, and weep. 115 I ill QUEEN MARYS LAMENT I- » /t LXXVIII QUEEN MARY'S LAMENT (ROBERT BURNS) Now Nature hangs her mantle green On ilka blooming tree And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out ower the grassy lea. ''Z/\""^"lu'''''' '^' ^^«*-^ streams. And glads the azure skies But nocht can glad the weiry wicht 1 nat fast m durance lies. Now blooms the lily by the bank, The pnmrcse doun the brae- The nawthorn's budding in the glen And milk-white is the slae. ' Now laverocks wake the merry morn Alott on dewy wing, The merle in his noontide bower Makes woodland echoes ring. The mavis wild, wi' mony a note, bmgs drowsy day to rest ; In love and freedom they rejoice Wi' care nor thrall oppressed. ' 116 I h r f QyEEN MARY'S LAMENT The meanest hind in fair Scotland May rove these sweets amang; But I, the (lueen o' a' vScotland, Maun lie in prison Strang. I was the queen o' bonnie France, Where happy I ha'e lx^en; Fu' lightly rase I in the morn, As blythe lay down at e'en. And I'm the sovereign of vScotland, And mony a traitor there; Yet here I lie in foreign bands And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman. My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword That through thy soul shall gae. The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known to thee. Nor the balm that draps on wounds of woe From woman's pitying e'e. My son, my son, may kinder stars Upon thy fortune shine; And may those pleasures gild thy reign That ne'er would blink on mine! 117 It I V THE LASS O' ARRANTEENIE GckI keep thcc true thy mother's faes, Or turn their he.-irts to thee; And where thou meet'st th> mother's friend, Kememlx;r liim for me. Oh, soon to me may summer sun Nae mair lieht up the morn; Nae mair to me the autumn winds Wave o'er the yellow corn! And in the narrow house o' death Let winter round me rave, And the next flowers that deck the spring Bloom on my peaceful grave. LXXIX THE lASvS O' ARRANTEENIE (RObERT TANNAHILL) Far lone amang the Highland hills, 'Midst nature's wildest grandeur, By rocky dens and woody glens, With weary steps 1 wander. The langsome way, the darksome day, The mountain mist sae rainy. Are naught to me when gaun to thee, Sweet lass o' Arranteenie. 118 THF-: BLOOM HATH FLED Yon mossy rosebud down the Jiovv Just oi,c-nin;r fVesh and l,«nnv, It bhnks iKMicath the hazel [,ouirh And's scarcely seen by onv. vSae sweet amidst her native hills <)l>scurely blooms niy Jeanie Mair lair and ^^ay than rosy May. 1 he flower o' Arranteenie. Now from the mountain's lofty brow 1 view the distant ocean; There avarice ^rui^es the boundin^r ,,ro^y Ambition courts promotion. Let Fortune pour her golden store Her laurell'd favours many Give me but this, my soul's first wish. 1 he lass o' Arranteenie. LXXX THE BLOOM HATH FLED (WILLIAM MilTHERWELL) The bloom hath Hed thy cheek. Mary As spring's rath blossoms die. And sadness hath o'ershadow'd now Thy once bright eye; But. look on me, the prints of grief Still deeper lie. Farewell ! 119 .HE BLOOM HATH FLED Thy lil)S are pale and mute, Mary, Thy step is sad and slow, The morn of gladness hath gone by Thou erst did know ; 1. too. am changed like thee, and weep For very woe. Farewell! It seems as 'twere but yesterday We were the happiest twain, When murmur'd sighs and joyous tears, Dropping like rain, Discoursed my love, and told how loved I was again. Farewell ! 'Twas not in cold and measur'd phrase We gave our passion name: Scortiing such tedious clotiuence, Our heart's fond Hame And long imprisoned feelings last In deep sobs came. 1' are well ! Would that our love had K-en the love That merest worldlings know, When passion's draught to our doom d hi.s Turns utter woe. And our poor dream of happmess Vanishes so! Farewell ! 120 MARY OF ARGYl E But in the wreck of all our lioiJCM, There's yet some touch of bliss, Since fate robs not our wretchedness <>f this last kiss: Despair, and .f)ve, and madness, meet In this, in vhis. Farewell ! i LXXXI MARY OF AKGYLE (C. JEFFREYS) I HAVE heard the mavis singing His love song to the morn, I have seen the dewdrop clinging To the rose just newly born; But a sweeter song has cheered me, At the evening's gentle close, And I've seen an eye still brighter Than the dewdrop on the rose; 'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary, And thine artless, winning smile, That made this world an Eden, Bonnie Mary of Argyle ! The' thy voice may lose its sweetness. And thine eye its brightness too, Tho' thy step may lack its tleetness, And thv hair it's sunny hue; 121 TO THINK O' THEE Still to me wilt thou be dearer Than all the world can own, I have loved thee for thy beauty, But not for that alone ; I have watch'd thy heart, dear Mary, And its goodness was the wile. That has made thee mine forever, Bonnie Mary of Argyle. LXXXII TO THINK O' THEE (JOHN BUHTT) O LASSIE I lo'e dearest, Mair fair to me than fairest, Mair rare to me than rarest; How sweet to think o' thee! When blythe the blue e'ed dawnin' Steals saftly o'er the lawnin'. And furls night's sable awnin', I love to think o' thee. An' while the honied dew-drap Still trembles at the flower-tap. The fairest bud I pu't up, An' kiss't for sake o' thee; 122 ► \ TO THINK O' THEE An' when by stream, or fountain, In glen, or on the mountain, The lingering moments countin', I pause an' think o' thee. When the sun's red-rays are streamin', Warm on the meadow beamin', Or o'er the loch wild gleamin', My heart is fu' o' thee. An' tardy-footed gloamin'. Out o'er the hills slow comin', Still finds me lanely roamin', And thinkin' still o' thee. When soughs the distant billow, An' night blasts shake the v.illow, Stretch'd or ;y lanely pillow My dreams are a' o' thee. Then think when frien'. caress thee, O think when cares distress thee, O think when pleasures bless thee, O' him that thinks o' thee! 123 I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE LXXXIII I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE (marquis of MONTROSE) My dear and only love, I pray That little world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway But purest monarchy; For if confusion have a part, Which virtuous souls abhor, I'll call a SN-nod in my heart, And never love thee more. / f As Alexander I will reign. And I will reign alone; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small. Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all. But I will reign and govern still, And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, And all to stand in awe: 124 r'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE But 'gainst my batteries it' I find Thou storm or vex me sore, A.S if thou set me as a blind, I'll never love thee more. And in the empire of thy heart, Where I should solely be, If others do pretend a part. Or dare to share with me; Or committees if thou erect,' Or go on such a score, I'll smiling mock at thy neglect, And never love thee more. But if no faithless action stain Thy love and constant word, I'll make thee famous by my pen. And glorious by my sword ; I'll serve thee in such noble ways As ne'er was known Ijefore; I'll deck and crown thy head with bays. And love thee evermore. I t 125 'i i ■ "*f "•»■ ••* ■^. .*■'-# * Tl* VS-*1» ■%^. i^-.V ;£:-.- IT WAS AN ENGLISH LADYE BRIGHT l^^ LXXXIV IT WAS AN ENGLISH LADYE BRIGHT (SIK WALTER SCOTT) It was an English ladj'c bright (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall), And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all. Blythely they saw the rising sun. When he shone fair on Carlisle wall; But they wv^-e sad ere dav was done, Though Love was still the lord of all. Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine. Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall ; Her brother gave but a flask of wine, For ire that Love was lord of all. For she had lands, both meadow and lea. Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall, And he swore her death, ere he would see A Scottish knight the lord of all ! That wine she had not tasted well (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall), When dead in her true love's arms she fell, For Love was still the lord of all ! 126 '5 ■• 'V-* I THE MAID OF ISLAY He pierced her brother to the heart, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall ; vSo perish all would true love part, That Love may still be lord of all ! And then he took the cross divine (Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall), And died for her sake in Palestine, So Love was still the lord of all. Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall), I'ray for their souls who died for love, ' For Love shall still be lord of all ! M I LXXXV THE MAID OF ISLAY (rev. WILLUM DUNBAR) Rising o'er the heaving billow. Evening gilds the ocean's swell, While with thee on grassy pillow, Solitude! I love to dwell. Lonely to the sea breeze blowing Oft I chaunt my love-lorn strain, To the streamlet sweetly flowing Murmur oft a lover's pain. 127 «-^l|i.J-»«^ »-.- *-• ,^.,- t-' •* Mt«aM«g%'«(|^^^ i«' # €i>l 'J' THE HEATH THIS NIGHT MUST BE MY BED 'Twas for her, the Maid of Islay, Time flew o'er me wing'd with joy; 'Twas for her the cheering smile aye Beam'd v*^ith rapture in my eye. Not the tempest raving round me, Lightning's flash or thunder's roll, Not the ocean's rage could wound me, While her image filled my soul. Farewell, days of purest pleasure. Long your loss my heart shall mourn! Farewell, hours of bliss the measure, Bliss that never can return. Cheerless o'er the wild heath wandering, Cheerless o'er the wave-worn shore, On the past with sadness pondering, Hope's fair visions charm no more. iJ LXXXVI THE HEATH THIS NIGHT MUST BE MY BED (sir WALTER SCOTT) The heath this night must be my bed, The bracken curtain for my head. My lullaby the warder's tread, Far, far from love and thee, Mary! 128 •*--"-> . IT- •••^'^ THE HEATH THIS NIGHT MUST BE MY BED To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song thy wail, svVeet maid! It will not waken me, Mary! I may not, dare not, fancy now The grief that clouds thy lovely brow, I dare not think upon thy vow, And all it promised me, Mary.' No fond regrets must Norman know; When bursts Clan-Alpine on the foe, His heart must be like bended bow,' His foot like arrow free, Mary. A time will come with feeling fraught. For if I fall in battle fought, Thy hapless lover's dying thought Shall be a thought on thee, Mary. And if retum'd from conquer'd foes, How blythely will the evening close, How sweet the linnet sing repose To my young bride and me, Mary! 129 f M' HUNTINGTOWER LXXXVII HUNTINGTOWER (lady nairne) "When ye gang avva', Jamie, When ye gang awa', laddie, What will ye gi'e my heart to cheer, When ye are far awa', Jamie?" "I'll gi'e ye a braw new gown, Jeanie, I'll gi'e ye a braw new gown, lassie. An' it will be a silken ane, Wi' Valenciennes trimm'd round, Jeanie." "O, that's nae luve at a', laddie. That's nae luve, at a', Jamie, How could I bear braw gowns to wear, When ye are far awa', laddie? "But mind me when awa', Jamie, Mind me when awa, laddie. For out o' sicht is out o' mind Wi' mony folk we ken, Jamie." "Oh, that can never be, Jeanie, Forgot ye ne'er can be, lassie; Oh, gang wi' me to the north countne, My bonnie bride to be, Jeanie. 130 !•>* « *• ♦ * . ^— *^ .»Jfc.<4 ^ «„*, ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^K. ' 4 ^ T -^ r-' T ' * .: ■ y HUNTINCTOWER "The Hills are grand and hie, Jeanie, The bumies runnin' clear, lassie, 'Mang birks and braes, where wild deer stray Oh, come wi' me, and see, lassie." •'I winna gang wi' thee, laddie, I tell'd ye sae afore, Jamie; Till free consent my parents gi'e. I canna gang wi' thee, Jamie." "But when ye're wed to me, Jeanie, Then they will forgi'e, lassie; How can ye be sae cauld to me, Wha's 1., cd ye weel and lang, lassie." "No sae lang as them, laddie, No sae lang as them, Jamie; A grief to them I wadna be. No for the Duke himsel', Jamie. "We'll save our penny free, laddie, To^ keep frae poortith free, Jamie ; An' then their blessing they will gi'e Baith to you and me, Jamie." "Huntingtower is mine, lassie, Huntingtower is mine, Jeanie; Huntingtower an' Blaimagower, An' a' that's mine is thine, Jeanie!" 131 ■^ "i,;:! SLIGHTED LOVE KW^ f/ 1 LXXXVIII SLIGHTED LOVE (aLEXANOEK RALPnUR) The rosebud blushing to the morn, The snavv-whitc flower that scents the thorn, When on thy gentle bosom worn. Were ne'er sae fair as thee, Mary! How blest was I, a little while. To deem that bosom free frae guile; When, fondly sighing, thou wouldst smile; Ves, sweetly smile on me, Mary! Though gear was scant, an' friends were few. Mj- heart was leal, my love was true; I blest your e'en of heavenly blue. That glanced sae saft on me, Mary! Hut wealth has won your heart lr«ie tne; Yet I maun ever think of thee ; May u' the bliss that gowd can gi'e, For ever wait on thee, Mary! For me, nae mair on earth I crave, But that yon dripping willow wave Its branches o'er rny early grave. Forgot by love, an' thee, Mary! ir.54fc.-,g|f ■'■■■,-.<.. THE MOON WAS A-WANING An' when that hallow'd spot you tread Wh'Te wild-flowers bloom above my head, Oh look not on my grassy bed, Lest thou shouldst sigh for me, Mary! LXXXIX THE MOON WAS A-WANING (lAMKS HOGG) TnK moon was a- waning, The tempest was over; Fair was the maiden, And fond was the lover; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep. In the moorland so dreary. Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, White were the sheets And embroider'd the cover* But his sheets are more white, And his canopy grander. And sounder he sleeps Where the hill foxes wander. 133 * ST" ^-^i THE MOON WAS A- WANING Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you! I see you sit shivering, With lights at your window; Hut long may you wait Hre your arms shall enclose him, For still, still he lies. With a wreath on his bosom! How painful the task, The sad tidings to tell you ! An orphan you were Ere this misery Ix'fell you; And far in yon wild, Where the dead-tapers hover, So cold, cold and wan Lies the corpse of your lover! 11: 134 BLAW SAFTI.Y. YE BREEZES xc BLAW SAFTLY. YK BREEZES 0am KS XICOl.) Blaw saftly, yc breezes, yc streams, sr.,- Mv murmur, Ye sweet-scented blossoms, d'e-K .vc- firccn tree; •iMong your wild scattered fio.v...^ ., t wanders my charmer. The sweet lovely lass wi' the O.'a. k ..il,.,' e e. But round mc let nature a wilderness sw . Blast each flow'ret that catches the sui. ^ early iK'am, For ,K-nsive I ponder, and lan^uishin' wander. Far frac the sweet rosebud on Quair's wind- m stream ! Why, Heaven, wring my heart wi' the hard heart o' anguish? Why torture my bosom 'tween hope and despair? When absent frae Nancy, I ever maun Ian- guish! That dear angel smile, shall it charm me nae mair? 135 V r ^:,/W,, -4, I. ^.'^ RISE! RISE! LOWLAND AND HIGHLAND MEN Since here life's a desert, an' pleasure's a dream, Bear me swift to those banks which arc ever my theme, Where, mild as the momin' at simmer's retumin'. Blooms the sweet lovely rosebud on Quair's windin' stream. XCI RISE! RISE! LOWLAND AND HIGH- LAND MEN OAMES HOGG) Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men; Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early : Rise! rise! mainland and island men, Belt on your broadswords and tight for Prince Charlie! Down from the mountain steep. Up from the valley deep, Out from the clachen, the bothy, and shieling; Bugle and battle-drum Bid chief and vassal come ; Loudly on bagpipes the pibroch are pealing. Rise! rise! etc. 136 RISE! RISE! LOWLAND AND HIGHLAND MEN Men of the mountains! descendants of heroes ! Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers — Say, shall the Sassenach southron not fear us, When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers? Long on the trophied walls Of our ancestral halls Rust hath been blunting the armor of Albin : Seize, then, ye mountain Macs, Buckler and battle-axe. Lads of Lochaber, Braemar, and Breadal- bine. Rise! rise! etc. When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward ? When did the bonnet blue crest the dis- loyal? Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart! Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal. Come, Chief of Clanronald, And gallant M'Donald ; Come Lovat, Lochiel, with the Grant and the Gordon; Rouse eveiy kilted clan, Rouse every loyal man ; Musket on shoulder, and thigh the broad- sword on! 137 l< '.^:*" %^.. -5^. MISCHIEVOUS WOMAN Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men, Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early ; Rise! rise! mainland and island men, Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie! i ' XCII MISCHIEVOUS WOMAN OaMES HOGG) Could this ill warld ha'e been contrived To stand without mischievous woman, How peacefu' bodies might ha'e lived Retired from a' the ills sae common ! But since it is the waefu' case That man maun ha'e this crazing crony; VVhy sic a sweet bewitching face? Oh, had she no been made sae bonny ! I might ha'e roam'd wi' cheerfu' mind, Nae sin or sorrow to betide me. As careless as the wandering wind, As happy as the lamb beside me.' I might ha'e screw'd my tuncfu' pegs. And caroll'd mountain airs fu' gail}', Had we but wanted a' the Megs VVi' glossy e'en sae dark and wily. 138 SOIDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER I saw the rlan^rr, fear'd the dart, The smile, the air, an' a' sae taking, Yet open laid my wareless heart, And gat the wound that keeps me waking. My harp waves on the willow green, O' wild witch-notes it has nae ony, Sin' e'er I saw that gawky queen, Sae sweet, sae wicked, an' sae bonny' XCIII SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER (SIK WALTER SCOTT, BART.) Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows noL breaking- Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting-fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 139 '.-C.' SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing; Trump nor pibroch summon here. Mustering elan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow; And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here; Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing. Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping. Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done. While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun. Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep I the deer is in his den; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun. For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles soxmd reveille. 140 ■» s^ .Jv: THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN XCIV THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN (lady nairne) The Laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great, His mind is ta'en up with the th'^gs o' thi* state ; He wanted a wife his braw house to keep, But favor wi' wooin' was fashious to seek. Down by the dyke-side a lady did dwell, At his table-head he thought she'd look well ; M'Clish's ae daughter o' Claverse-ha' Ix;e, A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. His wig was weel pouther'd and as gude as new; His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue ; He put on a ring, a sword, and cock'd hat. And wha' could refuse the Laird wi' a' that? He took the grey mare, and rade cannily— And rapp'd at the yett o' Claverse-ha' Uv ; •'Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben, She's wanted to speak to the Laird o' Cock- pen." 141 "f'-^l-T' wk tm im ■Wf .■:i i ~'t-'i THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine, "And what brings the Laird at sic a like time?" She put off her apron, and on her silk gown, Her mutch wi' red ribbon, and gaed awa' down. And when she cam' ben, he bowed fu' low. And what was his errand he soon let her know ; Amazed was the Laird when the lady said "Na" ; And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa'. Dumfounder'd he was, nae sigh did he gi'e; He moimted his mare— he rade cannily; And aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen, vShe's aft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen. And now that the Laird his exit had made. Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had sai ' ; "Oh! for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get ten, I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen." Next time that the Laird and the Lady were seen. They were gaun arm-in-arm to the kirk on the green; 142 1 He ht 1 ^gt-^ B Ijl^ la- OH, BLAW, YE WESTLIN' WINDS Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen, But as yet there's nae chickens appear'd at Cockpeu. XCV OH, BLAW, YE WESTLIN' WINDS! 0<>HN HAMILTON) Oh, blavv, ye westlin' winds, hlaw saft Amang the leafy trees! Wi' gentle gale, frae muir and dale, Bring hame the laden bees; And bring the lassie back to me, That's aye sae neat and clean; Ae blink of her wad banish care, Sae lovely is my Jean. What sighs and vows, amang the knowes, Hae pass'd atween us twa! How fain to meet, how wae to part. That day she gaed awa' ! The Powers aboon can only ken. To whom the heart is seen. That name can be sae dear to me As my sweet, lovely Jean. 14..'5 ff i II .r^0-\ ROYS WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH XCVI ROY'S WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH (MRS. GRANT OF CARRON) Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Roy's wife of Aldivalloch Wat ye how she cheated me As I cam- o'er the braes of Balloch? •She vow'd, she swore she wnA u^ • , I'm the ehief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men Three days' we've fled together. For should he find us in the glen. My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride. Should they our steps discover. Then who will cheer my bonnie bride When they have slain her lover?" Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, "I'll go, my chief— I'm ready- It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady. 147 i /'ijU MICROCOPY RESOLUTION TEST CHART (ANSI and ISO TEST CHART No, 2) 1^ ^0 a^ i^ Li, tii ■ 16 1^ IS u Vi i^ 1.8 ^ >1PPLIED IN/MGE 165J East Main Street Rochester. Ne« York 14609 USA (716) 482 - O3O0 - Phone (716) 288-5989 -Fax ti m n i miiM |/1 ' i iaWH ■ f/ -.< ^H 1 M H LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER "And, by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry, So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water- wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind. And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men. Their trampling sounded nearer. •'0 haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies. But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her; When, oh! too strong for human hand. The tempest gather'd o'er her. And still they row'd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing : Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore. His wrath was changed to wailing. 148 WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN? For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back ! come back !" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water, And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter !— oh, my daughter!" 'Twas vain : the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing; The waters wild went o'er his child. And he was left lamenting. WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN? (lady nairne) Would you be young again? So would not I — One tear to memory given. Onward I'd hie. Life's dark flood forded o'er, All but at rest on shore. Say, would you plunge once more, With home so nigh? 14.9 GANE WERE BUT THE WINTER CAULD If you might, would you now Retrace your way? Wander through stormy wilds, Faint and astray? Night's gloomy watches fled, Morning all beaming red, Hope's smiles around us shed, Heavenward-away. Where, then, are those dear ones, Our joy and deHght? Dear and more dear, though now Hidden from sight. Where they rejoice to be, There is the land for me; Fly, time, fly speedily; Come, life and light. GANE CI WERE BUT THE WINTER CAULD (ALLAN CUNNINGHAM) Gane were but the winter cauld. And gane were but the snaw, I could sleep in the wild woods, Whare primroses blaw. 150 THE MAID OF MY HEART Cauld's the snow at my head, And cauld at my feet, And the finger o' death's at my een, Closing them to sleep. Let nane tell my father. Or my mother dear: I'll meet them baith in heaven At the spring o' the year. ClI THE MAID OF MY HEART (JAMES HOME) When the maid of my heart, with the dark rolling eye, The only beloved of my bosom is nigh, I ask not of hea\en one bliss to impart, Save that which I feel with the maid of my heart. When around and above us there's naught to be seen, But the moon on the sky and the flower on green, And all is at rest in the glen and the hill, Save the soul-stirring song of the breeze and the rill; 151 GLENARA Then the maid of my heart to my bosom is press'd, Then all I hold dear in this world is pos- sessed ; Then I ask not of heaven one bliss to im- part, Save that which I feel with the maid of my heart. cm GLENARA (THOMAS CASirnELL) Oh ! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail? 'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear; And her f-ire, and the people, are call'd to her bie/. Glenara can.e hrst, with the mourners and shroud ; Her kinsmen they follow'd, but mourn'd not aloud : Their plaids all their bosoms were folded around ; Thty march'd all in silence, they look'd on the ground. 152 ■^ Gl.F.NARA In sikiKc they rcach'd, ->'"-*.*-♦*-*" I' BoNNiR i.Assn-; t cv BONN IB LASSIE (KiinilHT ALLAN) BoNNiiv lassie, hlythcsomc lassie, Sweet's the spaikliii/,' o' thine e'c; Aye sae wyliiig, aye l)e>;uilinjr, Ye ha'e stt)\vn my heart frae me. Fondly wooing, fondly sueing, Ix't me love, nor love in vain; Fate shall never fond hearts sever, Hearts still hound by true love's ehain. Faney dreaming, hope bright beaming, Shall eaeh day life's feast renew; Ours the treasure, ours the pleasure, Still to live and love more true. Mirth and folly, joys unholy, Never shall our thoughts employ; Smiles inviting, hearts uniting. Love and bliss without alloy. Bonnie lassie, blylhe.^ome lassie, Sweet's the sparkling o' thine e'e; Aye s e wyling, aye beguiling, Ye ha'e stown my heart frae me. 158 I f sW I LUbL) NfchK A LADIJII. KU i ANfc CVI I LO'ED NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE (lIECTDR MACNEILL) I lo'kf) ne'er a laddie but ane, He lo'ed ne'er a lassie hut me; IK'S willing to inak' me his ain, And his ain I am willing to be. He has eofi me a rokelay o' blue, And a jjair o' mittens <>' green; The priee was a kiss o' my mou', And I paid him the debt yestreen. Let ithers brag weel o' their gear, Their land and their lordly degree; I earena for aught but my dear, For he's ilka thing lordly to me; His words are sae sugar'd and sweet! His sense drives ilk fear far awa' ! I listen, poor fool! and I greet; Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa' ! "Dear lassie," he cries, wi' a jeer, "Ne'er heed what the auld anes will say ; Though we've little to brag o', ne'er fear— What's gowd to a heart that is wae? 15U -»»1 ■-■• •« .«-l. ^.J' M \ LO'EI) NP.ER A LADDIf; KUT ANE Our laird has baith honours and wealth, Yet see how he's d wining' wi' eare; Now we, though we've naething but health, Are cantie and leal evennair. "0 Marion! the heart that is true, Has something niair eostly than gear! Ilk e'en it has naething to rue, Ilk morn it has naething to fear. Ye wardlings! gae hoard up your store, And tremble for fear aught 3'e tyne; Guard your treasures wi' loek, bar, and door. While here in my arms I loek mine!" He ends wi' a kiss and a smile— VVae's me! ean I tak' it amiss? My laddie's unpraetised in guile. He's li-ee aye to daut and to kissi Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment Your wooers wi' fause seorn and strife, Play your pranks— 1 hae gi'cn my eonsent. And this nieht I'm Jamie's for life! r' 160 TELL ME, JESSIE, TELL ME WHY? CVII TELL ME, JESSIE, TELL ME WHY? Tell mc, Jessie, tell me why My fond suit you still deny? Is your bosom cold as snow? Did you never feel for woe? Can you hear, without a sigh, Him complain who for you could die? If you ever shed a tear, Hear me, Jessie, hear, O hear! Life to me is not more dear Than the hour brings Jessie here; Death so much I do not fear As the i^arting moments near. Summer smiles are not so sweet As the bloom upon your cheek; Nor the crystal dew so clear As your eyes to me appear. These are part of Jessie's charms, Which the bosom ever warms; But the charms by which I'm stung. Come, O Jessie, from thv tongue! 11 IGl .^^■■K^ . I KINRARA Jessie, be no longer coy; Let me taste a lover's joy; With your hand remove the dart, And heal the wound that's in my heart. CVIII KINRARA (ROBERT COUPER, M.D.) Ri:i) gleams the sun on yon hill-tap, The dew sits on the gowan; l\'vp iiuirmurs through her glens the Spey, Around Kinrara rowan. Where art thou, fairest, kindest lass? Alas! wert thou Init near me. Thy gentle soul, thy melting eye, Would ever, ever eheer me. The lav' rock sings among the clouds, The lambs they sport so cheerie, And I sit weeping by the birk: O where art thou, my dearie? Aft may I meet the morning dew, Lang greet till I be weary ; Thou canna, winna, gentle maid! Thou canna be my dearie. 162 ..5^- .iB^i^i^m^.^ I WINNA GANG BACK To MY MAMMY AGAIN CIX I WINNA GANG BACK TO MY MAMMY AGAIN (RICHARD GALL) I WINNA gang back to my mammy again, I'll never gae back to my mammy again ; I've held by her apron these aught years an' ten, But I'll never gang back to my mammy again. I've held by her apron, etc. Young Johnnie cam' down i' the gloamin' to woo, Wi' plaidie sae bonnie, an' bannet sae blue: "O come awa', lassie, ne'er let mammy ken;" An' I flew wi' my laddie o'er meadow an' glen. "O come awa', lassie, etc. He ca'd me his dawtie, his dearie, his doo. An' press'd hame his words wi' a smack o' my mou' ; While I fell on his bosom heart-flicher'd an' fain, An' sigh'd out, "O, Johnnie, I'll aye be your ain!" Wliile I fell on his bosom, etc. 163 w . > • ■ < THE BONNIE BLINK O' MARY'S E'E Some lasses will talk to their lads wi' their e'e, Yet hanker to tell what their hearts really dree; Wi' Jc.linnie I stood upon nae stapping-stane, Sae I'll never gae back to my mammy again. Wi' Johnnie I stood, etc. For many lang year sin' I play'd on the lea, My mammy was kind as a mither could be ; I've held by her apron these aught years an' ten, But I'll never gang back to my mammy again. I've held by her apron, etc. i cx THE BONNIE BUNK O' MARY'S E'E (RICHARD gall) Now bank an' brae are clad in green, An' scatter'd cowslips sweetly spring ; By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream The birdies flit on wanton wing; By Cassillis' banks, when e'ening fa's, There let my Mary meet wi' me, There catch her ilka glance o' love, The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e. 164, » *-*• » •'- 7»it**ia -*»•-* TO AURELIA The chiel' wha boasts o' warld's wealth Is aften laird o' meikle eare; But Mary she is a' my ain, An' Fortune canna gie me mair. Then let me stray by Cassillis' banks, \Vi' her, the lassie dear to me, And cateh her ilka glance o' love, The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e. CXI TO AURELIA (JOHN LEVDEN, M.D.) One kind kiss, my love, before We bid a long adieu! Ah! let not this fond heart deplore Thy cold cheek's pallid hue. One soft, sweet smile before I go! That fancy may repeat, And whisper, 'mid the sighs of woe. My love, we yet shall meet. One dear embrace, and then we part- We part to meet no more! I bear a sad and lonely heart To pine on India's shore. 165 BLINK OVER THE BURN. MY SWEET BETTY A heart that once had loved like mine, No second love can know! A heart that once has throbb'd with thine. Must other love forego. CXII BUNK OVER TIIH BURN, MY SWEET BETTY (ROHKRT ALLAN) Blink over the burn, my sweet Betty, Blink over the burn, love, to me; O, long ha'e I look'd, my dear Betty, To get but a blink o' thine e'c. The birds are a' sporting around us, And sweetly the}- sing on the tree; But the voice o' m\' bonnie sweet Betty, I trow, is tar dearer to me. The ringlets, my lovely young Betty, That wave o'er th^' bonnie e'ebree, I'll twine wi' the flowers o' the mountain. That blossom sac sweetly, like thee. Then come o'er the burn, my sweet Betty, Come over the burn, love, to me; O, sweet is the bliss, my dear Betty, To live in the blink o' thine e'e. d ELLEN CXIII ELLEN (WIKLIAM GILLESPIE) The moon shone in fits, And the teniixst was roaring, The Storm Spirit shriek'd, And the fieree rain was pouring; Alone in her ehamber, Fair Ellen sat sighing, The tapers burn'd dim, And the embers were dying. "The drawbridge is down. That spans the wide river; Can tempest divide. Whom death eannot sever? Unclosed is the gate. And those arms long to fold thee, 'Tis midnight, my love; O say, what can hold thee?" But scarce flew her words, When the bridge reft asunder, The horseman was crossing, 'Mid lightning and thunder, 167 li ELLEN And loud was the yell, As he i^lungcd in the billow, That maid knew it well, As she sprung from her pillow. She scrcam'd o'er the wall. But no help was beside her; And thriee to her view Rose the horse and his rider. She gazed at the moon, But the dark eloud pass'd over; She plunged in the stream, And she sank to her lover. Say, what is that flame, O'er the midnight deep beaming? And whose are those forms, In the wan moonlight gleaming? That flame gilds the wave, Whieh th< ■ ])ale eorses cover; And those torms are the ghosts Of the maid and her lover. ri 168 I 5 e p If I If MY LASSIE Wl- THE SUNNY LOCKS CXIV MY LASSIE Wr THE SUNNY LOCKS (ALLAN CUNNINGHAM) My lassie \vi' the sunny locks Dwells in a moorlan' ha' ; Oh ! the flower of the wilderness Blooms fairest flower of a', When there's nought save the dew In its bosom to fa'. My love's the balmy seed Of the gankn's sweetest flower, Nursed up iti fragrant beauty hy the golden sun and shower; And nane save the wild birds Ken o' its power. Oh! lightsome are her looks And as sweet as sweet can be, She is the light of morning In ilka bodie's ee; And a drap o' dearest blood In this bosom to me. 169 i ■*■■ THE I.OVEI.Y MAID OF ORMADALE A niaifl of ci/j[hteen's kindest, A niakl of eighteen's !)t'st, She's like the merle's ^^orlin Stown out of the nest, That siii^^'s aye the sweeter The mair it is earest. Oh! sixteen's a honey pear Beginning for to hlaw, And seventeen is droi>ripe, And temi)tinj4 witha' ; And eighteen is pou't If ye e'er pou't ava'. CXV THE LOVELY MAW OF ORMADALE (KuhERT ALLAN) When sets the sun o'er Lomond's height, To blaze upon the western wave; When peaee and love possess the grove, And eeho sleeps within the eave; Led by love's soft endearing eharms, I stray the pathless winding vale, And hail the hour that gives to me The lovely maid of Ormadale. 170 THE MILLS OF TMH HIGHLANDS Her eyes outshint- the star of ni;^'lit, Her checks the ni()rnin^''s r<»sy hue; And pure as flower in summer shacle, Low bending in the pearly dew : Nor flower sac fair and lovely pure, vShall fate's dark wintry winds assail; As an^cl-smile she aye will he Dear to the bovvers of Orniadale. Let fortune soothe the heart of care, And wealth to all its votaries give; Be mine the rosy smile of love, And in its blissful arms to live I woulfl resign fair India's wealth, And sweet Arabia's spicy gale, For balmy eve and Scotian bower, With thee, loved maid of Ormadalc. HI CXVI THE HILLS Oh THE HIGHLANDS (WILLIAM NICHOLSON) Will ye go to the Highlan's, my Mary-, And visit our haughs and our glens? ' There's beauty 'mang hills o' the Highlan's, That lass i' th' Lowlands ne'er kens. 171 •I ^^ 1 jfI^^H \ 1 ^:;^fl f iMl ' * i 1 1 THE HIUS OF THE HIGHLANDS 'TJH true we've tew cowslips or roses, Nac lilies jjrcw wild on the lea; Hut the heather its sweet scent discloses, And the daisy's as sweet to the e'e. See yon tar heathy hills, whare they're risin'. Whose sununits are shaded wi' blue; There the fleet mountain rfws they are lyin', Or feedin' their fawns, love, for you. Ki^ht sweet are our scenes i' the >iloamin', VMian shejjherds return frae the hill, Aroun' by the banks o' Loch Lomon', While ba>;piiKS are soundin' sac shrill. Right sweet are the low-setting sunlxams, That point owre that quivering stream; But sweeter the smiles o' my Mary, And kinder the blinks o' her een. 172 jtNNYS BAWBtH CXVII JENNY'S BAVVHEE (SIIJ ALEXANDKK IIUSWIM.!., IIAKT.) I MET four chaps yon hirks aman>^, Wi' hanging h\^s and l:n.rs Ian;,'; I s[)kr'(l at ntiKlilMuir iWiuldv Strang, VVha's they I sec? yuoth h»-, ilk criam-fatTd, pawky chid' Thinks hinisel' cunnin' as the dtil, And here they cam' awa' to steal Jenny's bawbee. The first, a Captain to his trade, Wi' ill-lined skul' but ba .1; weel clade, March'd round barn, and by the shed, And pa^ - jn his knee: Quoth he. My gt,.^dness, nymph, and queen. Your beauty's dazzled baith my e'en! Though ne'er a beauty he had seen But Jenny's bawbee. A Norland Laird neist trotted up Wi' bawsint naig and siller whup; Cried— There's my beast, lad, hand the grup, Or tie it to a tree. IT.i ^.^ y^ I '7 t JENNY'S BAWBEE What's gowd to me? I've wealth o' Ian', Bestow on ane o' wortli your han' : He thought to pay what he was awn Wi' Jenny's bawbee. A Lawyer neist, wi' bleth'rin' gab, VVha s])eeehes wove Hke ony wal); () ilka ane's eorn aye took a dab, And a' for a fee; Aeeounts he owed through a' the toun. And tradesmen's tongues nae mair eould drown ; But now he thought to elout his goun Wi' Jenny's bawbee. 11 Quite spruee, just frae from the washin tubs, A fool eame neist; but life has rubs; Foul were the roads, and fu' the dubs. And jaupit a' was he: He daneed up scjuintin' through a glass. And grinn'd, i' faith, a bonnie lass! He thought to win, wi' front o' brass, Jenny's bawbee. She bada the laird gae kaini his wig. The sodger not to strut sae big, The lawyer not to be a prig; The fool he eried, Te-hee! 174 GOOD-NIGHT, AND JOY BK W I Yh A' I kenn'd that I could never fail ! But she pinn'd the dishelout to his tail, And soused him frae the water-pail, And kejjt her bawbee. Then Johnnie came, a lad o' sense. Although he had na mony pence, And took young jenny to the spence, VVi' her to crack a wee. Now Johnnie was a clever chiel', And here his suit he prcss'd sac weel That Jenny's heart grew saft as jeel, And she birl'd her bawbee. li CXVIII GOOD-NIGHT, AND JOY BB VVI' YE A' (sir ALEXANDGK llOSWlil,!., HART.) Goou-NIOHT, and joy be wi' ye a', Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart ; May life's fell blasts out o'er ye blaw; In sorrow may ye never part! My spirit lives, but strength is gone, The mountain-fires now blaze in vain; Remember, sons, the deeds I've done. And in your deeds I'll live again! ■J ■'■ GOOD-NIGHT, AND JOY BE Wl' YE A' When on yon muir our gallant clan Frae boasting foes their banners tore, Wha show'd himself a better man, Or fiercer waved the red claymore? But when in peace— then mark me there— When through the glen the wand'rer came, I gave him of our lordly fare, I gave him here a welcome hame. Th auld will speak, the young maun hear; Be cantie, but be gude and leal ; Your ain ills aye hae heart to bear, Anither's aye hae heart to feel. So, ere I set, I'll see ye shine; I'll see ye triumi)h ere I fa' ; My parting breath shall boast you mine— Good-night, and joy be wi' ye a' ! 176 O! WILL YE GO TO YON BURN SIDE? CXIX O! WILL YE GO TO YON BURN SIDE? (WILLIAM NICHOLSON) O! will ye go to yon burn side, Amang the new-made hay; And sport upon the flowery swaird, My ain dear May? The sun blinks blj-the on yon burn side, Where lambkins lightly play. The wild bird whistles to his mate, My ain dear May. The waving woods, wi' mantle green, Shall shield us in the bower, Whare I'll pu' a posy for my May, O' mony a bonnie ..ower. My father maws ayont the bum, My mammy spins at hame; And should they see thee her** wi' me, I'd better been my lane. The lightsome lammie little ken' What troubles it await — Whan ance the flush o' spring is o'er. The fause bird lea'es its mate. 177 12 .v OLD SCOTLAND, I LOVE THEE! CXXII OLD SCOTLAND, I LOVE THEE' (ANDREW PARK) Old Scotland, I love thee! thou'rt dearer to me Than all lands that are girt by the wide- rolling sea; Though asleep not in sunshine, like island afar. Yet thou'rt gallant in love, and triumphant in war! Thy cloud-covcr'd hills that look up from the seas Wave sternly their wild woods aloft in the breeze ; Where flies the bold eagle in freedom on high, Through regions of cloud in its wild native sky! For old Scotland, I love thee! etc. O name not the land where the olive-tree grows. Nor the land of the shamrock, ; or land of the rose; 182 |M i AN AUTUMN WIND But show mc the thistle that waves his proud head O'er heroes whose blood for their eountry was shed. For old Seotland, I love thee! ete. Then tell me of hards and of warriors hold, VVhw A'ielded their brands in the battles of old, Who conqucr'd and died for their loved native land, With its maidens so fair, and its mountains so grand! For old Scotland, I love thee! etc. I CXXIII AN AUTUMN WIND (GEORGE MACDONALD, LL.D.) The autumn winds are sighing Over land and sea; The autumn woods are dying Over hill and lee; And my heart is sighing, dying. Maiden, for thee. 183 li if: THE MAIDEN FAIR The autumn clouds are flying Harmless over me; The homeless birds are crying In the naked tree; And my heart is flying;, crying, Maiden, to thee. My cries may turn to gladness, And my flying flee; My sighs may lose the sadness. Yet sigh on in me; All my sadness, all my gladness. Maiden, rest in thee. CXXIV THE MAIDEN FAIR OOHN WRir.HT) The moon hung o'er the gay greenwood, The greenwood o'er the mossy stream, That roll'd in rapture's wildest mood. And flutter'd in the fairy beam. Through light clouds flash'd the fitful gleam O'er hill and dell,— all Nature lay Wrapp'd in enchantment, like the dream Of her that charm'd my homeward way! 184 ii T'l- II ( Ml !! IK i Till ii> M. I \ ! i Mi: M Ml •!.■>. I \ii-; I'm iiiooii iii!i,i.' ■>'<" I'.. ., .:i'.«ii\v .Kifl, 111.'' Ii'>!M Ml ".((»Llli' •- ,\ 'ti:. - iii'tixl, .\}'\ i!ulur'(i ill i.'u i.-it! \ Ih .a, i li- !i''i tiM f iiui Lliain ■ I '■: hill and .Kl!. .i!i .\ lu. I.i\ \\'i.i;>,)"(! in I :ii'l;aiif Tiutit. Iiir \\\- dicajn I" ii' i- iliat ciici! n't! a.\ !/.>au'\v.ii(l way! A ' I 1 '■ FARE THEE WEEL t r.H had I mark'd thcc, maiden fair! And ■-'r-rik of bliss from thy dark eye, And still to feed my fond despair, Blcss'd thy approach, and, passing by, 1 turn'.-! me round to gaze and sigh. In worship wild, and wish'd thee mine. On that fair breast to live and die, O'erpowered with transport so divine! Still sacred be that hour to love. And dear the season of its birth, And fair the glade, and green the grove, Its bowers ne'er droop in wintry dearth Of melody and woodland mirth ! The hour, the spot, so dear to me! That wean'd my soul from all on earth, To be for ever bless'd in thee. cxxv FARE THEE WEEL (GEORGE MENZIES) Fare ^hee weel, my bonnie lassie; Fare thee weel for ever, Jessie! Though I ne'er again may meet thee, Tell na rae that I'll forget thee. 185 V I if i r BLINK OVER THE BURN, SWEET BETTY By yon starry heavens I vow it! By my love!— (I may na rue it)— By this hour in which we sever! I will love but thee for ever. vShould the hand of death arrest me, Think my latest prayer hath blest thee; As the parting pang draws nearer, I will love thee aye the dearer. Still my bo-som's love I'll cherish— 'Tis a spark that winna perish ; Though I ne'er again may meet thee, lell na me that I'll forget thee. I. CXXVI BLIXK OVER THE BURN, BETTY (WILLIAM GLEN) vSWEET Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, Blink over the burn to me; Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, An' I'll gang alang wi' thee ; Though father and mither forbade it, Forbidden I wadna be; Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, An' I'll gang alang wi' thee. 186 .M^'t BLINK OVER THE BURN, SWEET BETTY The cheek o' my love's like the rosebud, Blushing red \vi' the niornin' dew, Her hair's o' the loveliest auburn, Her ee's o' the bonniest blue; Her lips are like threads o' the scarlet, Disclosing a pearly- row; Her high-swelling, love-heaving bosom Is white as the mountain snow. But it isna her beauty that bauds mc, A glitterin' chain winna lang bind ; 'Tis her heavenl3' seraph-like sweetness. An' the graces adornin' her mind ; She's dear to my soul as the sunbeam Is dear to the summer's morn. An' she says, though her father forbade it, She'll ne'er break the vows she has sworn. Her father's a canker'd auld carle, He swears he will ne'er gi'e consent; Such carles should never get daughters, Unless they can ma., them content; But she says, though her father forbade it, Forbidden she winna be; Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, An' I'll gang along wi' thee. m 187 f A SPRIG OF WHITI: HEATHER W I te^ CXXVII A SPRIG OF WHITE HEATHER OOHN STUART BLACKIE) A sprk; of white heather I pluck'd on the brae; To whom shall I give it? To whom shall I give it? Not to the sportive, the light, and the gay, Not to Jessie with flashing display. In the flush of June, when the roses are out, Flinging her frolicsome fancies about; But beautiful Phoebe, to thee, to thee, Thou deep-thoughted Phoebe, to thee! A sprig of white heather I pluck'd on the brae; To whom shall I give it? To whom shall I give it? Not to the haughty, the high, and the proud, Not to Clotilda, who sails through the crowd With a lofty look and a fine disdain, As if all were bom to hold her train ; But beautiful Phoebe, to thee, to thee, Thou mild-eyed Phoebe, to thee! 188 A SPRIG OF WHITR HEATHER A sprig of white heather I phiek'd on the brae; To whom shall I give it? To whom shall I give it? Not to the clever, the keen, and the knowing, With eye never resting, and tongue ever going, Not to Rebecca, who all has read That goes, and goes not into her head ; But beautiful Phoebe, to thee, to thee, Thou silently-loving, to thee! A sprig of white heather I pluck'd on the brae ; To whom shall I give it? To whom shall I give it? I'll give it to one, or I'll give it to none, I'll give it to Phoebe, my beautiful one; The rare white bloom that peeps from the brae So chaste and so pure 'mid the purple dis- play; It grew, dear Phoebe, for thee, for thee. Thou rarest and fairest, for thee! u II 189 » 'r ^ " i ' ■! »•■*■ > Ij \ * SWEET BET OF ABERDEEN CXXVIII SWEET BET OF ABERDEEN (ALEXANI)EH rodgkr) How brightly beams the bonnie moon, Frae out the azure sky; While ilka little star aboon Seems sparkling bright \vi' joy. How calm the eve, how blest the hour! How soft the sylvan scene! How fit to meet thee, lovely flower, Sweet Bet of Aberdeen ! li Now let us wander through the broom, And o'er the floweiy lea ; While simmer wafts her rich perfume, Frae yonder hawthorn tree: There, on yon mossy bank we'll rest, Where we've sae aften been; Clasp'd to each other's throbbing breast- Sweet Bet of Aberdeen ! How sweet to view that face so meek — That dark expressive eye — To kiss that lovely blushing cheek — Those lips of coral dye ! 190 HEIGH-HO! But O! to hear thy seraph strains, Thy maiden sighs between, Makes rapture thrill through all my veins- Sweet Bet of Aberdeen ! O! what to us is wealth or rank? Or what is pomp or power? More dear this velvet mossy bank— This blest, eestatic hour! I'd covet not the monarch's throne. Nor diamond-studded queen, While Ijlest wi' thee, and thee alone. Sweet Bet of Aberdeen ! CXXIX HEIGH-HO! (DAVID MACBETH MOIR) A PRETTY youri, maiden sat on the grass- Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho!— And by a blythe young shepherd did pass, In the summer morning so early. Said he, "My lass, will you go with me, My cot to keep, and my bride to be; Sorrow and want shall never touch thee, And I will love you rarely?" 191 ■■>. 'I HEIGM-HO! i / / "O! no, no, no!" tlic maiden said — Sing hcigh-ho! sing bcigh-ho! — And bashfully tum'd aside her head, On that summer morning so early. "My mother is old, my mother is frail, Our eottage it lies in yon green dale; I dare not list to any such tale, For I love my kind mother rarely." I lie sliepherd took her lily-white hand- Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! — And on her beauty did gazing stand, On that summer morning so early. "Thy mother I ask thee not to leave Alone in her frail old age to grieve; Hut nn' home can hold us all, believe — Will that not please thee fairly?" "O! no, no, no! I am all too young"— Sing heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! — "I dare not list to a young man's tongue On a summer morning so early." But the shepherd to gain her heart was bent ; Oft she strove to go, but she never went; And at length she fondly blush'd consent- Heaven bless true lovers so fairly. /i. I 192 HURRAH FOR THE HIGHLANDS cxxx HURRAH FOR THE HIGHLANDS (ANUHEW J'AKK) HiKRAH for the Highlands! the stern Scot- tish Highlands, The home of the clansman, the brave, and the free; Where the clouds love to rest, on the moun- tain's rough breast. Ere they journey afar o'er the islandless sea. 'Tis there where the cataract sings to the breeze. As it dashes in foam Hke a spirit of light; And 'tis there the bold fisherman bounds o'er the seas 111 his fleet, tiny bark, through the perilous night. Then hurrah for the Highlands! etc. 'Tis the land of deep shadow, of sunshine, and shower, Where the hurricane revels in madness on high; 13 193 I' I 14 SEE THE MOON For there it has might than can war with its power, In the wild dizzy cliffs that are cleaving the sky. Then hurrah for the Highlands! etc. I have trod merrj' England, and dwelt on its charms; I have wander'd through Erin, that gem of the sea ; But the Highlands alone the true Scottish heart warms — For her heather is blooming, her eagles are free ! Then hurrah for the Highlands! etc. CXXXI SEE THE MOON (UANIEI. WKIR) See the moon o'er cloudless Jura Shining in the lake Ix'low; See the distant mountain tow' ring Like a pyramid of snow. Scenes of grandeur — scenes of childhood- Scenes so dear to love and me! Let us roam by bower and wildwood — All is lovelier when with thee. 194 ^\ BEHAVE YOURSEL' BEh\)RE Fol.K On Lcman's breast the winds are si>,'hin^r ; All is silent in the ^'rov<' ; And the flow'rs, with dew-drops glist'ning, Sparkle like the eye of love. Night so ealni, so dear, so eloudless; Blessed night to love and me! Let us roam by bower and foimtain— All is lovelier when with thee. CXXXII BEHAVE YOURSEL' BEFORE FOLK (ALKXAXt)KR KOIiC.KK) Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' l)efore folk; And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae Ix^fore folk. It wad na gi'e me nieikle pain, Gin we were seen and heard l)y nane. To tak' a kiss, or grant you ane. But, guid sake! no before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk ; Whate'er 3'ou do when out o' view, Be cautious aye before folk. 10.- V I ii ti BEHAVE YOURSEI' BFPOKE FOLK ConsidiT, lad, how folk will truck, And what a great urtair they'll nmk' ()' imething but n simple smack That's gi'en or ta'en before folk. Ikhave yourscl' before folk, Behave yoursel' iK'fore folk ; Nor gi'e the tongue o' auld or young Occasion to come o'er folk. It's no through hatred o' a kiss That I sae plainly tell you this ; But, losh! I tak' it sair amiss Ti> be sae teased bef(jre folk. Behave yoursel' Ix'fore folk, Behave yoursel' liefore folk ; When we're our lane ye may tak' ane. But fient a ane before folk. I'm sure wi' you I've been as free As ony modest lass should be; But yet it doesna do to see Sic freedom used before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk ; I'll ne'er submit again to it — So mind you that — before folk. Ye tell me that my face is fair; It may be sae — I dinna care — But ne'er again gar't blush sae sair As. ye ha'e done Ix'fore folk. 196 !Mi !* BEHAVF YOURSrr BFFORH FOLK Behave yourMcl' Inforc folk, Behave yoursel' JK-fore folk; Nor heat my eheeks wi' your mad freaks, But aye be douee Ixjfore folk. Ve tell me that my lips are sweet, Sie tales, I doubt, are a' deeeit ; At ony rate, it's hardly meet. To pree their sweets before folk. Behave yoursel' Ix'fore folk. Behave yoursel' In-fore folk; (iin that's the ease, there's time and place. But surely no iK'fore folk. F»ut, ^'in you really do insist That I should sutler to be kiss'd, tlae ^ct a license frae the priest, Anrl mak' me yours before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' l)efore folk ; And when we're anc, bluid, flesh and bane, Yc may tak' ten before folk. 197 I CANNA SLEEP i i CXXXIII I CANNA vSLHKP (WILLIAM ANDKRSnN) I CANNA sleep a wink, laSvsie, When 1 gang to bed at night, But still ()' thee I think, lassie, Till morning shed?, its light. I lie an' think o' thee, lassie. And I toss frae side to side, Like a vessel on the sea, lassie, When stormy is the tide. My heart is no my ain, lassie. It winna bide wi' me; Like a birdie it has gane, lassie, To nestle saft wi' thee. I eanna lure it baek, lassie, Sae keep it to 3'ourser ; But oh! it sune will break, lassie. If you dinna use it well. Where the treasure is, they say, lassie. The spirit lingers there; An' mine has fled away, lassie— You needna .-isk me where. 198 NANNY I marvel oft if rest, lassie, On my eyes and heart would bide, If I thy troth possess'd, lassie, And thou wert at my side. CXXXIV NANNY (ALEXANDER HIME) Thkrk's m(my a flower beside the rose, And sweets beside the honey; But laws maun ehan^'e ere life diselose A flower or sweet like Nanny. Her ee is like the summer sun. When elouds ean no eonceal it, Ye're blind if it ye look upon, Oh ! mad if ere ye feel it. I've raony bonnie lassies seen, Baith blythesome, kind, an' eanny; But oh! the day had never been I've seen another Nanny! She's like the mavis in her song, Amang the brakens bloomin' ; Her lips ope to an angel's tongue, But kiss her, oh ! she's woman. 109 . y ■V4 i" I I lliijiis \-£*l I i •ft iJiJ GLOSSARY Aboon, aboTe. A'loar, on fire. Auld-farrant, sagacious. Aumry, a store-place. Ara, at all. Ayont, beyond. Ban, to swear. Bang, to change place hastily. Bangster, a violent person. Baudrons, a cat. Bauld, bold. Baum, balm. Bawbee, halfpenny. Bawks, the cross-beams of a roof Bawsint, a white spot on the forehead of cow or horse. Bavvtie, name for a dog. BeiJd, shelter. Bein, good, suitable. Beltane, the first of May, old style. Ben, the spence or parlor. Beuk, book. Bicker, a drinking-vessel. Bink, a bank of earth. Birk, birch. Blae, blue. Blethers, nonsensical talk. Bltwart, a flower, the blue-bottle, witch bells. 201 '^■.l l^ I > ■' ) GLOSSARY Blinket, looked kindly. Hob, nosegay, bunch, or tuft ; also to courtesy. Bobbin, a weaver's (luill or pirn. Boddle, an old Scottish coin— value the third of a half- penny. Boggie, a marsh. Bonspid, a match at curling, golf, or football. Bonnie, beautiful. Bourtree, the elder-tree or shrtib. Brag, vaunt. Braggin, boasting. Braken, the fern. Braw, gaily dressed. Bree, the eyebrov. . Brechin, oatmeal boiled in water till somewhat thicker than gruel. Brogues, shot-s made of sheepskin. Bught, a pen for sheep. Burn, a stream. Burnie, a small rivulet. Busk, to attire one's self. Buskit, dressed tidily. Buss, bush. Byke, a bee-hive. Cairny, heap of stones. Caller, cool. Camstrarie, cross and unmanageable. Cantie, cheerful. Cantrips, spells, charms, incantations. Cannily, gently. Carline, an old woman. Castocks, the pith of stalks of cabbages. Cauldrife, chilling. Caw, to drive. 202 ii GLOSSARY Chanter, the drone of a bagpipe. Chap, a blow; also a young fellow. Chat, talk. Chuckles, chickens. Clavering, talking idly. Cleck, to hatch, to breed. Cled, clad. Cleugh, a cliff. deeding, clothing. Clishmaclavers, idle talk. Clocksie, vivacious. Clout, to strike with the hand; also to mend a hole in clothes or shoes. Clud, cloud. Clutch, seize. Coble, a fishing-boat. Cock-up, a hat or cap turned up before. Coft, purchased. Cogie, a hollow wooden vessel. Coof, a fool. Coost, cast. Corrie, a hollow in a hill. Cosie, snug, comfortable. Couthilie, kindly. Couthy, frank. Cower, to crouch, to stoop. Cowt, a strong stick. Crack, to converse. Cranreuch, the hoarfrost. Creel, a basket. Croft, a tenement of land. Croodle, to sing with a low voice. Croon, to make a plaintive sound. Crouse, brisk. Crowdy, meal and cold water, stirred together. 203 I ■ t^ . ^ h GLOSSARY Crusie, a small iron lamp. Cuddle, embrace. CuifT, a blockhead. Cuttie, a Ehort pipe. Dah, to peck as birds do. Daddy, father. Daff, to make sport. DafHn\ diversion, merry-making. Dantit, subdued, tamed down. Daud, a blow. Daunder, to walk thoughtlessly. Daut, caress. Dautit, fondled. Dawtie, a pet, a darling. Digbted, wiped. Dirdum, tumult. Disjaskit, having appearance of decay. Doit, a small coin. Doited, stupid. Donnart, stupefied. Doo, dove. Dool, grief Doops, dives down. Dotty, a foolish urchin. Douf, dull, sad. Dow, wither. Dowie, sad, worn with grief Downa, expressive of inability. Draigle, draggle. Dree, suffer, endure. Dreeping, dripping, wet. Dreicli. tedious. Dringing, delaying. Drone, sound of bagpipes. 204- uLOSSARY DrucKct, drenched. Druaily, muddy. Dub, a mire. Dumpish, short and thick. Dung, defeated. Dunt, a knock. Dwine, dwindk-. Eerie, timorous; dreading things supernatural. Eidetit, wary. Edi, old. Eithly, easily. Elf, a puny creature. Ettled, aimed. Fradin, farthing. Fasbious, troublesome. Fauld, a fold. Fause, false. Feckly, mostly. Fend, defend. Ferlies, remarkable things. Flate, scolded. Fleyt, frightened. Fleecbed, flattered, deceiyed. Fleechit, cajoled. Flow, a fragment. Fogie, a stupid old person. Forby, besides. Foumart, a pole-cat. Fraise, flattery. Freenge, fringe. Fremmit, strange, foreign. Frumpish, crumpled. Fykes, troubles, anxieties. 205 /J •': ( fl Mil i ! M «*-■' t GLOSSARY Oabbhi, jeering. Gabbit, n person prone to idle talk. <'aeJ, went. danger, a pedestrian. Oar, compel. Gate, way. Gaucie, plump, jolly. Gauds, trinkets. Gawkie, a foolish female. GFe, give. Gif, if Giggle, unmeaning laughter. Gilphit', a hair-gr..wn person, a romping lad. Gin, against. Girse, grass. Glaikit, stupid. Glaiks, foolish talk. Glamour, the influence of a charm. Glamrie, the power of enchantment. Glint, a glance. Gloaming, the evening twilight. Glower, stare. Glum, gloomy. Gowd, gold. Graffs, graves. Graith, gear. Grawe, groan. Grannie, grandmother. Grat, wept. Grecie, a little pig. <^Jree, agree. Greet, weep. Grist, the fee paid at the mill for grinding Grit, great. ^'^P. grasp. 206 ' ( 1 GLOSSARY Grusome, frightful. Gutchir, grandfather. Gutters, mud, wet dust. Haddin, a farmer's stock. Haet, a whit. Haffit-links, a necklace. Haflins, nearly half Haill, whole. Ilain, save, preserve. Ifap, cover. Haps, outer garments. Hauds, holds. Havens, endowments. Hecht, called, named. Heftit, familiarized to a place. Heuk, reaping-hook. Hie, high. Hinkuin, that which is put up in hanks or balls, as thread. Hinnied, honied. Hinny, honey, a familiar term of affection among the peasantry. Hirple, to walk haltingly. Hizzie, Hussy, a thoughtless girl. Hodder, a coarse kind of cloth. Howe, a hollow. Howkit, dug. Howlet, an owl. Hummel, humble. Hurkle, to bow down to. Hyne, hence. Ilka, each. 207 GLOSSARY Jaupit, bespattered. Ml, Jelly. Jimp, neat, slender. Kail, cabbages, colewort. Kaim, comb. Kebbuck, a cheese. Keil, red clay, used for markiriK Ken, know. Kenspccklv, having a singular appearance. Keust, threw otT. Kilt, to truss up the clothes. Kipper, salmon salted, hung and dried. Kith, acquaintance. Kittle, difficult, uncertain. Knowe, a huiock. Kye, cows. Laigb, low. Laitb, loth. Leal, faithful, loyal. Lear, learning. Leeve, live. Leeze me, a term of congratulatory endearment Lick, wipe, beat. Lift, the sky. Litbeless, listless. Loof, the palm of the hand. Losb, an exclamation of surprise. Loupin', leaping. Lowe, flame. Lowiti", burning, warm. Lucken, a bog. Lucky A, an old woman. Luga, ears. 208 i GLOSSARY Lum, a chimney. Luatin, smoking. Lun, allure. Lyart, gray-haired. Mailin, a rent; a rented farm, or market garden. Mune, moan, complain. Maukin, a hare. Maw, to mow, the stomach. Mawn, mown; a basket. Afar, a maiden. Afen.se, hoi.or, discretion. Mickle, much. Afim, prim, prudish. Minnie, mother. AfirA, dark. Mishanter, a sorry scrape. Mittens, gloves without lingers. Mools, the earth of the grave. MuUin, crumb. Mutch, a woman's cap. Muter, multure, ground corn. Naig, a riding horse. Neip, a turnip. Neive, the fist. Neiveiu', a handful. Newfangled, new fashioned. Nidderefl, depressed, stunted. NitTer, to exchange. Nip, to pinch. Nippen, carried ofl" surreptitiously. Oons, wounds. Opt, opened. 14 209 GLOSSARY Ouk, a wc«k. Outuwer, moreover, out of. Own, over. Owerlar, a cravat Paitrick, partridge. Parochin', pari.sh. Pnwkie, cunninK. Perk, pole, perch. Ptrlins, women's ornanientv. Pleujfli, plough. Pliskie, a trick. Pourtith, poverty. Pow, the head. Pree, to taste, to kiss. Preed, tasted. Pu\ pull. Racket, stretched. Randy, a scold, a shrew. Rate, beat. Rax, reach. Rede, to counsel— advice, wisdom. Reefer, river. Reft, deprived. Rink, a race, a line. Rocklay, a short cloak or surplice. Roke, a distaff; also to swing. Roose, extol. Routh, abundance. Rowes, rolls. Rummulgumshin, common sense. Runts, the trunks of trees, the stem of colewort. Sabbit, sobbed. 210 GLOSSAKY Saughs, willow-trcrs. Scant, Hcarce Scartle, a grape, or fork. Scaur, to acare, a wound. Scour, Hearch. Scaureil, liurnishcd, ran. Scowl, to frown. Scrimpit, contracted. Scriinply, barely. SiiuKKi*-'' abounding with stunted busbei. Scuf(, shelter. Scunner' tl, disgusted. Seer, sure. Shanks-nuiffie, to travel on foot. Shaw, a plantation. Sheiling, a temporary cottage or hut. Shiel, a sheep-shed. Siccan, such. Sinsyne, after that period. Skailt, emptiec^, scattered. Skeixh, timorous. Skitfin, moving lightly. Skipt, went lightly and swiftly along. Slec, sly. Sleekit, cunning. Siockin, to allay thirst. Smeddum, sagacity. Smoored, smothered. Snooded, the hair bound u /. Sough, the breathing a tune; also the sighing of wind. Spaewik, a female fortune-teller. Speer, ask. Speerin', inquiring. Spence, a larder. 211 GLOSSARY Squinting, looking obliquely. Staigie, a young horse. Starn, star. Steer, stir. Sud, should. Sumph, a soft person. Swankie, a clever young fellow, Sweir, indolent. Swiggit, swallowed. Swither, to hesitate. Syne, then. Tane, the one of two. Tapsle-teerie, topsy-turvy. TauJd, told. Ted, toad. Tent, care. Tentie, heedful, cautious. Tentin', leading. Tetter, halter. Tbairms, strings. TAeeir, thatch. Teucb, tough. Thole, to endure. Thowless, inactive. Thraw, twist. Thrawart, fro ward, perverse. Timmer, timber. Tine, lose. Tint, lost. Tirl, to uncover. Tocber, dowry. Toom, empty. Toss, toast. 7'ont, shout. 212 GLOSSARY Towmond, a year. Tramps, Tagrants. Trantlooms, odds and ends. Trig, neat, trim. Troth, truth, vow. Trow, to make beliere. Tryst, appointment. Unco, uncommon. Vauntit, boasted. Wae, sad, j^orrowful. Wabster, weaver. Wag, shake. Warsled, wrestled. Wat, wet; also to know. Waaken, awaken. Waukrife, watchful, sleepless. Waunert, wandered. Waur, worse. Wean, a child. Wee, little. Weel, well. Weel-faur'd, well-favored. Ween, guess. Weir, war; also to herd. Wbigmigmorum, political ranting. Wbilk, which. Wbussili, whistled. Wile, choice. Wist, wished. Wizen, the throat. Woostsr-trystes, wool-markets. 213 1> GLOSSARY Wow, TOW. nysed, inclined. I'afe, gate. reldrin, a yellow-hammer. yird, earth, soil. Vowes, ewes. I' 214, ,:t/v •■Bxr "W^: ■■