Ye Pow'rs of Honour, Love and Truth, THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE B COMES HAME. A SONG. Y yon castle wa', at the close of the day, was grey; 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, We dare na weel say't, but we ken wha's to blame— My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, yird; It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dameThere'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; THERE WAS A LAD. TUNE " DAINTY DAVIE." HERE was a lad was born at Kyle, Robin was a rovin Boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin' ; Rantin' rovin' Robin. Our monarch's hindmost year but ane The gossip keekit in his loof, Quo' scho, wha lives will see the proof, I think we'll ca' him Robin. He'll hae misfortunes great and sma', We'll a' be proud o' Robin. 170 But sure as three times three mak nine, This chap will dearly like our kin', Guid faith, quo' scho, I doubt you, sir, But twenty fauts ye may hae waur, Robin was a rovin' Boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin; Robin was a rovin' Boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. TO MARY. TUNE-" EWE-BUGHTS, MARION." ILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary, O sweet grow the lime and the orange, But a' the charms o' the Indies I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary, O plight me your faith, my Mary, We hae plighted our troth, my Mary, And curst be the cause that shall part us! MARY MORISON. TUNE-" BIDE YE YET." MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! That make the miser's treasure poor; How blithely wad I bide the stoure, Yestreen, when to the trembling string I sat, but neither heard or saw : O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, THE SOGER'S RETURN. TUNE" THE MILL MILL O." HEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, I left the lines and tented field, A leal, light heart was in my breast, I thought upon the banks o' Coil, |