Young Loehiavar ; 
 
 To whicb ars added, 
 THE ?.OSE OF DUN MO RE, 
 SCOTTISH WH23KY, 
 Bbjthe tons She But and J3m 9 
 
 Sleeping M&ggia? 
 
 SHEPHERDS, I HAVE LQ3T MY LOVE. 
 
 GLASGOW : 
 Printed for the Booksellers. 
 
 1328. 
 
YOUNG LOCHINVAR. 
 
 ^ ' Young Lochinvar ha3 come out of the west, 
 ^ kr^ugh ail the wiJe border his steed was the best; 
 save his gaod broadsword, Ug weapons had cone, 
 rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone, 
 faithful id love, and so dauntless in war, 
 A oere never was koight like the young Lochlh-jsar. 
 
 etaid not for brake, and le stopped not for e'kme, 
 swa?j the Esk ^iver where ford there was none } 
 "^'iJ.t, er£ he alighted at Netherby gate, 
 ^ H§ bride had consented, the gallant came late ; 
 
 a bggnrd in love, and a dastard in war, 
 ^ T as to wed t : ffc fair Helen of brave Lochiavar. 
 
 So boldly he enter"' d the Netherby Hall: 
 
 mong bridemen, and kinsmen, and brothers and all; 
 Then spake the bride's father, his hand on his sword, 
 (For the poor craven bridegroom said nevera word,) 
 " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, 
 Or to dance at our bridal, vounsr lord Lochinvar ?" 
 
 " I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied*; 
 Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs as 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 lovely by fap-— 
 That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." 
 
The bride kiss'd the goblet ; the knight took it up, 
 He quaff' d off the wine, and he threw down the cap. 
 She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up A© sigh, 
 With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. 
 He took her soft hand, e'er her mother could bar, 
 ' Now tread we a measure [' said young Lochiavar. 
 
 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 bonnet and 
 plume ; 
 
 And the bride-maiden's whisper'd 'twere better by 
 far 
 
 To have match'd our fair cousin with young Loch- 
 ia var. 
 
 One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear* 
 When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger 
 
 stood near ; 
 So light to the craup 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, qujth young 
 
 Lochi'nvar. 
 
 There was mounting 'mong Graraes ,of the Netherby v 
 clan ; 
 
 Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and 
 they ran : 
 
 There was racing and chacing, o \ Cannobie lee, 1 
 But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, 
 So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, 
 Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Loebnr/ar. 
 
4 
 
 THE ROSE OF DLJNMORE. 
 
 As I went a walking out early, 
 
 Bright Phoebus most sweetly, did shine, 
 Jbnti the niuh t ii iirale warbled melodious, 
 
 As the lusin that fails from the glen. 
 It's down ihro' a grove where 1 walked, 
 
 A while to condole in a shade, 
 C n my destiny for to ponder, 
 
 It's there I beheld a sweet maid. 
 
 I cast forth my eyes for to view, ». 
 
 And thus unto her I did say, 
 You fair has my heart ensnared, 
 
 How far thro* the grove dost thou stray? 
 She answered, sir, I will tell you, 
 
 The truth unto you I'll explore, 
 Of a matter that lately befel me, 
 
 My dwelling lies near Dunmore. 
 
 Once I did love a brave hero, 
 
 Till my tender heart he did gain, 
 
 No mortal ever lov'd dearer, 
 
 But now he is ploughing the main, 
 
 Ail under brave. Nelson for battle, 
 And our English Navy so brave, 
 
 Where cannons and guns loudly rattle, 
 • Against the proud French on the main. 
 
 He says, now my fair, so pn.cnnrin^ 
 
 Perhaps your true-love he iTslIin, 
 As SlSKv a "man fell a victim, 
 
 And fell by the French on the main; 
 So it might happen with yc\} y j&.Vflj 
 
 As it hath done with many before, 
 
s 
 
 1 pray come with me to I\ atl < fr iland, 
 And bid a farewell to Dunmore. 
 
 How could I be thus so inconstant, 
 
 And promised so much v to be true, 
 To leave my old sweetheart lamenting, 
 
 And venture all fortune with you ; 
 The people would call me hard hearted, 
 
 For fidelity to him I've swore, 
 That our loves should never be parted, 
 
 But wait for the youth in Dunmore. 
 
 Since i-t is so now decreed, 
 
 That I now a victim must fall, 
 I cannot refrain now but mourn, 
 
 Tho' I am no better at all. 
 f still I've ia.expectation, 
 
 Of that charming youth I adore, 
 I Ijope to my great consolation, • 
 
 To meet him with joy in Dunmore. 
 
 Cheeks hike the fair beauties blown, 
 
 Your summer will soon be o'er, 
 October winds will be blown, 
 
 And blast the sweet rose of Dunmore, 
 I found that her heart was failing, 
 
 As many had done before, 
 I hoist up my sails for Rathfrilawl, 
 
 And gained the sweet rose of Dunmor©. 
 
 SCOTTISH WHISKY. 
 
 Ve S08**1 sons at occttm^ 
 
 ICTc to rant and roar, Sir, 
 To drink; to dance, to laugh, to sing, 
 And hie withoutcn care, Sir -J 
 
6 
 
 Attend and listen to my lays, 
 
 'Twill make you blithe and friskie ; 
 1 sing, who dare my theme despise ? 
 In praise of guid Scots Whisky. 
 O my cheeriag, care- dispelling, 
 
 Heart-reviving Whisky ; 
 Thou brightens up the gloom of life, 
 That aft look dark and duskie. 
 
 Let- .Frenchmen o' their bev'rage boast, 
 
 The juice of Gallic vine. Sir, 
 And Dons and Portuguese rehearse 
 
 ■The praises o' their wine, Sir ; 
 I don't envy them with their tons, 
 
 Gi'e me a little caskie 
 O* Caledonia's nectar pure, 
 
 The real Scottish Whisky. 
 O my cheering, &c. 
 
 Jamaica Rum it's but a hum, 
 
 So is the best Antigua ; 
 And Holland's gin no worth, a pin, 
 
 Compar'd wi' dear Kilbegie. 
 Whoever wants to take a house, 
 
 Or have a jovial pliskie, 
 They only need to weet their mou's 
 
 Wi' real Scottish Whisky. 
 O my cheering, $£c. 
 
 BLYTHE WAS SHE. 
 
 I> ; vihe, uiyifa SiiS merry was she, 
 Blythc was she but and d£Fi ; 
 
 Bfythe by the banks of Earn, 
 And blythe in Gienturin glen". 
 
7 
 
 By Ochtertyre grows the aik, 
 
 On Yarrow braes the birken shaw; 
 
 But Phemie was a bonnier lass, 
 Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. 
 Blithe, &c. 
 
 Her looks were like a flower in May, . 
 
 Her smile was like a simmer morn: 
 She tripped by the banks o' Earn. 
 
 As light's a bird upon a thorn. 
 Biythe, &c. 
 
 Mer bonny face it was as meek, 
 
 As onie lamb upon a lee ; 
 The ev'nintr sun was ne'er sae sweet 
 
 As was the blink o' PliauiL-'s ee. 
 Biythe, &c. 
 
 The i J iff h land hills I've wander'd wide, 
 And o'er the Lowlands'! hae been; 
 
 But Phemie was the blythest lass, 
 That ever trod the dewy green. 
 BKthe, &c. 
 
 SLEEPIN' MAGGY. 
 
 Mirk an' rainy is the night, 
 
 No a starn in a' the carry, 
 Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, 
 An' win's drive wi' winter's fury. 
 O are ye sleepin', Mag*-y, 
 O are ye sleepin', Maggy ; 
 Let me in, for loud the linn, 
 Is roaring o'er the warlock eraigie. 
 
TH $ ■¥(,& 8 . 181$ ' 
 
 Fearfu* soughs the boor-tree bank 
 
 The riftetl wood roars wild an' dreary, 
 
 Loud the iron yat.e does clank, 
 
 And cry o' howlets maks me eerie. 
 O are ye slecpin', Maggy, &c 
 
 M»on ray breath I darena speak, 
 
 For "tear I rouse your waukrife d addle, 
 
 Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, 
 O rise, rise my bonny lady ! 
 
 O are ye sleep in', Maggy, &e. 
 
 Slnefe op't the door she's let him in, 
 
 He cuist aside his clreeping plaidie; 
 M Blaw your wnrst ye rain an' win', 
 feiucc now I'm in aside ye, Maggy/' 
 
 BANKS OF BANNA. 
 
 ■ Shepherds, I havejost my love, 
 
 Have you seen my Anna, 
 Pride of cv'ry shady grove, 
 
 Upon the banks of Banna? 
 i for her my home forsook, 
 
 Near yon misty mountain, 
 Left my flock, my pipe, my crdok. 
 
 Greenwood shade aud fountain. 
 
 Never shall I see them more, 
 
 Until her returning; 
 AH the joys of life are o'er, 
 
 From gladness chang'd to mourning 
 Whither is my charmer flown ! 
 
 Shepherds, tell me whither ? 
 Ab, woe for me ! perhaps she's gone 
 
 For ever, and for ever.