III. Her bonie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lee; The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet IV. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, And o'er the Lowlands I hae been; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trode the dewy green. SONG XXIX. A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK AIR. THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE. I. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, II. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, In a' its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the early morning. III. Within the bush, her covert nest The dew sat chilly on her breast Sae early in the morning. IV. She soon shall see her tender brood, V. So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, That tents thy early morning. VI. So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay And bless the parent's evening ray That watch'd thy early morning *. * Miss J. C. daughter of a friend of the Bard, is supposed to be the heroine of this song. SONG XXX. WHERE BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S STORMS. AIR.-N. GOW'S LAMENTATION FOR ABERCAIRNY. I. WHERE braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms II. Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, And blest the day and hour, Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, When first I felt their pow'r! |