Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee,

In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonnie lassie, &c.

IX.

THE BONNIE WEE THING.

TUNE-The lads of Saltcoats.

BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing.
Lovely wee thing, wast thou mine,

I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.

Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonnie face o' thine;
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, In ae constellation shine:

To adore thee is my duty,

Goddess o' this soul o' mine!

Bonnie wee, &c.

X.

TUNE-Allan Water.

By Allan stream I chanced to rove,
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds were whispering thro' the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready:
I listen'd to a lover's sang,

And thought on youthfu' pleasures mony;
And aye the wild-wood echoes rang-
O, dearly do I love thee, Annie!

O, happy be the woodbine bower,
Nae nightly bogle mak it eerie;
Nor ever sorrow stain the hour,

The place and time I met my dearie !
Her head upon my throbbing breast,
She, sinking, said, "I'm thine for ever!"
While mony a kiss the seal imprest,

The sacred vow, we ne'er should sever.

The haunt o' spring's the primrose brae,
The simmer joys the flocks to follow;
How cheery thro' her shortening day

Is autumn, in her weeds o' yellow!
But can they melt the glowing heart,

Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, Or thro' each nerve the rapture dart,

Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure?

XI.

IMITATION OF AN OLD JACOBITE SONG.

By yon castle wa', at the close of the day,

I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was gray;
And as he was singing, the tears fast down came-
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

The church is in ruins, the state is in jars,
Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars;
We darena weel say 't, but we ken wha's to blame-
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,
And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd:
It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame-
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

Now life is a burden that bows me down,
Sin' I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;
But till my last moment my words are the same-
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

XII.

TUNE-Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes.

CHORUS.

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,

Ca' them where the heather grows,

Ca' them where the burnie rows,

My bonnie dearie!

HARK! the mavis' evening sang

Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,

My bonnie dearie!

Ca' the, &c.

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

Ca' the, &c.

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

Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ca' the, &c.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear,

Nocht of ill may come thee near,

My bonnie dearie !

Ca' the, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,

Thou hast stown my very heart;

I can die-but canna part,

My bonnie dearie!

Ca' the, &c.

XIII.

DUNCAN GRAY.

DUNCAN GRAY came here to woo,

Ha, ha, the wooing o' t,

On blithe yule night when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing o' t.

Maggie coost her head fu' high,
Look'd asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;

Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd;
Ha, ha, &c.

Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,

Ha, ha, &c.

Duncan sigh'd baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer't and blin',
Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn;

Ha, ha, &c.

Time and chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, &c.

Slighted love is sair to bide,

Ha, ha, &c.

Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie die ?
She may gae to-France for me!
Ha, ha, &c.

How it comes let doctors tell,

Ha, ha, &c.

Meg grew sick

-as he grew heal, Ha, ha, &c.