I clasp'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne,
While the tear stood twinkling in her ee;
I said, "My lassie, dinna cry,

For ye aye shall make the bed to me."

She took her mither's Holland sheets,
And made them a' in sarks to me:
Blythe and merry may she be,

The lass that made the bed to me.

The bonnie lass made the bed to me,
The braw lass made the bed to me:
I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me!

THE UNION.

TUNE "SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION."

AREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory!
Fareweel even to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story!

Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,

To mark where England's province stands;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

What guile or force could not subdue,
Through many warlike ages,

Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitors' wages.

The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station,

But English gold has been our bane;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

O would, or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My auld gray head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll mak this declaration,

We're bought and sold for English gold:
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

THERE WAS A BONNIE LASS.

HERE was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass,

And she lo'ed her bonnie laddie dear; Till war's loud alarms tore her laddie frae

her arms,

Wi' monie a sigh and tear.

Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,

He still was a stranger to fear:

And nocht could him quell, or his bosom assail,
But the bonnie lass he lo'ed sae dear.

P

MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY.

TUNE "HIGHLANDER'S LAMENT."

Y Harry was a gallant gay,

Fu' stately strode he on the plain!
But now he's banish'd far away,
I'll never see him back again.

CHORUS.

O for him back again,
O for him back again,
I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land,
For Highland Harry back again.

When a' the lave gae to their bed,
I wander dowie up the glen;
I sit me down and greet my fill,
And aye I wish him back again.
O for him, &c.

O were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain,
Then I might see the joyfu' sight,
My Highland Harry back again!
O for him, &c.

TIBBIE DUNBAR.

TUNE- "JOHNNY M'GILL."

WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie
Dunbar?

O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie
Dunbar?

Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly:
But say thou wilt hae me for better for waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

WEE WILLIE.

EE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;
Peel a willow-wand to be him boots and

jacket:

The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet,

The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet!

Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;
Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat;
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet,
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet.

B

CRAIGIE-BURN WOOD.

EYOND thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee,
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep,
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.

SWEET closes the evening on Craigie-burn Wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;

But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn Wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
Beyond thee, &c.

I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But pleasure they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.
Beyond thee, &c.

I canna tell, I mauna tell,
I dare na for your anger;

But secret love will break my heart
If I conceal it langer.
Beyond thee, &c.

I see thee gracefu', straight and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonnie,
But oh, what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy Johnnie!
Beyond thee, &c.