To see her is to love her, For Nature made her what she is, Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The deil he could na scaith thee, The powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag, we hae a lass, AMANG THE TREES. TUNE—“ THE KING OF FRANCE, HE RADE A RACE. MANG the trees where humming bees 'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspey, or Reels, Their capon craws and queer ha ha's, WHEN FIRST I CAME TO STEWART KYLE. TUNE" I HAD A HORSE AND I HAD NAE MAIR.' HEN first I came to Stewart Kyle, But when I came roun' by Mauchline town, Not dreadin' onie body, My heart was caught before I thought, ON SENSIBILITY. TO MY DEAR AND MUCH HONOURED FRIEND, MRS. DUNLOP, OF DUNLOP. AIR" SENSIBILITY." ENSIBILITY, how charming, Thou, my friend, canst truly tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou hast also known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily, Hear the wood-lark charm the forest, To each pirate of the skies. Dearly bought the hidden treasure Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY. TUNE-" GALA WATER." LTHOUGH my bed were in yon muir, Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy. When o'er the hill beat surly storms, Were I a Baron proud and high, And horse and servants waiting ready, The sharin't wi' Montgomerie's Peggy. ON A BANK OF FLOWERS. The following song, which occurs in Thomson's Collection, is founded on one by Allan Ramsay. IN a bank of flowers, in a summer day, The youthful blooming Nelly lay, When Willie, wandering through the wood, Who for her favour oft had sued; He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd, And trembled where he stood. Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd, Her lip, still as she fragrant breath'd, The springing lilies sweetly prest, Her robes, light waving in the breeze, Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, A faltering ardent kiss he stole; He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd, And sigh'd his very soul. As flies the partridge from the brake, On fear-inspired wings; So Nelly, starting, half awake, Away affrighted springs: But Willie follow'd-as he should, He overtook her in the wood: He vow'd, he pray'd, he found the maid |