Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Time and chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, &c. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, She may gae to — France for me! Something in her bosom wrings, And O, her een, they spak sic things! Duncan was a lad o' grace, Maggie's was a piteous case, Duncan could na be her death, I LOVE MY JEAN. Fa' the airts the wind can blaw, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best; There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And monie a hill between ; By day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs But minds me o' my Jean. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, 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; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, THE BANKS O' DOON. E banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, An' I sae weary, fu' o' care! Thou 'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. Thou 'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, And ilka bird sang o' its luve, Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, AFTON WATER. LOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song thy praise; in My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, |