SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE.

SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,

I lo'ed her meikle and lang ;

She's broken her vow, she's broken 'my heart,
And I may e'en gae hang.

A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear,
And I hae tint my dearest dear,

But woman is but warld's gear,
Sae let the bonnie lass gang.

Whae'er ye be that woman love,

To this be never blind,

Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she

A woman has❜t by kind:

prove,

O woman, lovely, woman fair!

An angel form's faun to thy share,

'Twad been o'er meikle to gien thee mair, I mean an angel mind.

AFTON

AFTON WATER.

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Low gently, sweet Afton, among thy green, braes,

Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; 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, Thou green crested lapwing thy screaming for

bear,

I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills;

There daily I wander as noon rises high,

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green vallies below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ;*
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet laye,
As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear

wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

BONNIE

* Afton-water is the stream on which stands Aftonlodge; to which Mrs. Stewart removed from Stair.Afton-lodge was Mrs. Stewart's property from her father. The song was presented to her in return for her notice, the first he ever received from any person in her rank of life.

E.

BONNIE BELL.

THE smiling spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonnie blue are the sunny skies;
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell;
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonnie Bell.

The flow'ry spring leads sunny summer,
And yellow autumn presses near,
Then in his turn comes gloomy winter,
'Till smiling spring again appear.
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old time and nature their changes tell,
But never ranging, still unchanging
I adore my bonnie Bell.

THE

THE GALLANT WEAVER.

WHERE
HERE Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant weaver.

Oh I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart would tine,
And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,
To gie the lad that has the land,
But to my heart I'll add my hand,
And give it to the weaver.`

While birds rejoice in leafy bowers;
While bees delight in op'ning flowers;

While corn grows green in simmer showers,
I'll love my gallant weaver.*

LOUIS

* In some Editions sailor is substituted for weaver.