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HOW SWEET IS THE GLOAMING.
TUNE-" Bonnie Dundee.”
How sweet is the gloaming, when carelesly roaming,
The red setting sun sinking low in the west, The moon faintly beaming, one star lonely gleaming,
As Nature does gradually sink into rest.
I wander, Eliza, to muse upon thee,
That thou wad be constant to love and to me.
And tear me reluctant away from thy arms,
I'll pleasantly dream I possess all thy charms.
And thrice have given vent to the heart-rending sigh, Bright hope soon returning, will ease my fond mourning,
And soothingly whisper, we'll meet bye and bye.
MY AIN FIRESIDE.
Mony lords and fine ladies a' cover'd wi' braws;
Where the grand shine o' splendour has dazzl'd my een;
* This little piece is from the pen of ALEXANDER FULLARTON, soldier, 91st Regiment. It indicates a mind strongly susceptible of the finer sympathies with the sublime objects of nature, and alive to all the romantic tenderness of love. We are not sorry to see the soldier become at times a prey to those feelings he is often called upon, in the way of his duty, to violate with unrelenting apathy.
But a sight sae delightfu', I trow, I ne'er spied,
THE KEBBUCKSTON WEDDING. Auld Watty of Kebbuckston brae,
With lear and reading of books auld farren, What think ye! the body came owre the day, And tauld us he's gaun to be married to Mirren.
We a' got a bidding,
To gang to the wedding,
And Tam o' the Knowes,
He swears and he vows, At the dancing he'll face to the bride wi' his graunie. A' the lads hae trystet their joes,
Slee Willie came up and ca'd on Nelly, Altho’ she was hecht to Geordie Bowse, She’s gien him the gunk and she's gaun wi' Willie.
Wee collier Johnnie
Has yocket his pony,
Wi' fouth of good meat
To serve us to eat, - Sae with fuddling and feasting we'll a' be fou' happy. Wee Patie Brydie's to say
For there'll be plenty
Of ilka thing dainty,
With luggies of beer,
Our wizzens to clear, Sae the de'il-fill his kyte wha gaes clung frae the meeting. Lowrie has caft Gibbie Cameron's gun, That his auld gutcher bore when he follow'd Prince
Charlie, The barrel was rustet as black as the grun, But he's ta’en't to the smiddy and's fettl't it rarely.
With wallets of pouther,
His musket he'll shouther,
At ilka farm town
He'll fire them three roun',
For few like them can sit in the saddle;
With whisking and flisking,
The young anes a' like to loup out o' the body,
And Neilie M‘Nairn,
Tho' sair forfairn, He vows that he'll wallop twa sets wi' the howdie. Sauney M‘Nab, with his tartan trews,
Has hecht to come down in the midst of the caper, And gie us three wallops of merry shantrews, With the true Highland fling of Macrimmon the pi
Sic hipping and skipping,
And springing and flinging, I'se wad that there's nane in the Lawlands can waff it!
Faith! Willie maun fiddle,
And jirgum and diddle,
Then gie me your hand, my trusty good frien',
And gie me your word, my worthy auld kimmer, Ye'll baith come owre on Friday bedeen, And join us in ranting and tooming the timmer.
With fouth of good liquor,
We'll haud at the bicker,
For Watty's sae free,
TUNE~" Maids of Arrochar.”
To me thou can'st never give pleasure again,
'Twas base-hearted treachery that doom'd our undoing,
My poor bleeding country, what more can I do?' Ev'n valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin,
And freedom beholds her best warriors laid low. Farewell ye dear partners of peril! farewell !
Tho'buried ye lie in one wide bloody grave, Your deeds shall ennoble the place where you fell,
And your names be enroll’d with the sons of the brave. But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander,
Perhaps, like a traitor, ignobly must die! On thy wrongs, O my country! indignant I ponder.Ah! woe to the hour when thy Wallace must fly!
THE MANIAC'S SONG.
HARK! 'tis the
She wistfully looks o'er the deep,
To hush the rude billows asleep.
And thinks it her lover's white sail,
As she beckons his vessel to hail,
And frets at the boisterous gale.
Till the seas robb’d her heart of its joy, Then her reason was lost in the gloom of despair,
And her charms then did wither and die; And now her sad “ Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby!” Oft wakes the lone passenger's sigh.