The Powers aboon will tent thee,
Misfortune sha'na steer thee;
Thou'rt like themsels sae lovely,

That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley,

Return to Caledonie !

That we may brag we hae a lass
There's nane again sae bonie.

WOMEN'S MINDS.

TUNE-"For a' that."

HO' women's minds, like winter winds

THO

May shift and turn, and a' that,

The noblest breast adores them maist,—
A consequence I draw that.

For a' that, an' a' that,

And twice as meikle's a' that,
The bonie lass that I loe best

She'll be my ain for a' that.

Great love I bear to all the fair,
Their humble slave, and a' that;

But lordly will, I hold it still

A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that, etc.

But there is ane aboon the lave,
Has wit, and sense, and a' that;
A bonie lass, I like her best,

And wha a crime dare ca' that?
For a' that, etc.

In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love, an' a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let inclination law that.

For a' that, etc.

Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft,
They've ta'en me in, an' a' that;

But clear your decks, and—here's "The Sex!"
I like the jades for a' that.

For a' that, etc.

TO MARY IN HEAVEN.

TUNE-"Miss Forbes' farewell to Banff."

HOU lingering star, with less'ning ray,

THO

That lov'st to greet the early morn,

Again thou usher'st in the day

My Mary from my soul was torn.

O Mary! dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?

Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

That sacred hour can I forget?

Can I forget the hallow'd grove,

Where, by the winding Ayr, we met,
To live one day of parting love?
Eternity will not efface

Those records dear of transports past;

Thy image at our last embrace,—

Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!

Ayr, gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore,

O'erhung with wild-woods, thick'ning green;

The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar,

Twin'd am'rous round the raptur'd scene:

The flowers sprang wanton to be prest,
The birds sang love on ev'ry spray,
Till too, too soon, the glowing west
Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.

Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with miser-care!
Time but the impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear.
My Mary! dear departed shade !
Where is thy place of blissful rest?

Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

PATRIOTIC SONG.

HERE'S a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa;

And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,

May never guid luck be their fa'!

It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,

And bide by the buff and the blue.

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' the clan,

Altho' that his band be sma'.

May Liberty meet wi' success!

May Prudence protect her frae evil!

May tyrants and tyranny tine i' the mist,

And wander their way to the devil!

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie,

That lives at the lug o' the law!

Here's freedom to him that wad read,

Here's freedom to him that wad write!

There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard,

But they wham the truth wad indite.

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth gowd,

Tho' bred among mountains o' snaw!