LOUIS WHAT RECK I BY THEE.

LOUIS what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean:
Dyvor, beggar louns to me,
I reign in Jeanie's bosom.

Let her crown my love her law,
And in her breast enthrone me:

Kings and nations, swith awa!
Reif randies I disown ye!

FOR

FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY.

My heart is sair I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake o' somebody.
Oh-hon! for somebody!
Oh-hey for somebody!
range the world around,

I could

For the sake o' somebody.

Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,

O sweetly smile on somebody!

Frae ilka danger keep him free,

And send me safe my somebody.
Oh-hon! for somebody!

Oh-hey! for somebody!

I wad do what wad I not,
For the sake o' somebody?

THE

THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.

THE lovely lass o' Inverness,

Nae joy nor pleasure can she see ;
For e'en and morn she cries, alas!
And ay the saut tear blins her e'e:
Drumossie moor, Drumossie day,
A waefu' day it was to me;
For there I lost my father dear,

My father dear, and brethren three.

Their winding sheet the bluidy clay,
Their graves are growing green to see;

And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman's e'e!
Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For mony a heart thou hast made sair,

That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.

A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son.

Tune-" FINLAYSTON HOUSE."

FATE
TE gave

the word, the arrow sped,

And pierc'd my darling's heart:
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.

By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour'd laid:
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age's future shade.

The mother linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young;
So I, for my lost darling's sake,
Lament the live-day long.

Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow,
Now, fond I bare my breast,
O, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love at rest!

O MAY.

O MAY, THY MORN.

O MAY, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet,
As the mirk night o' December
For sparkling was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber:
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will ay remember..
And dear, &c.

And here's to them, that, like oursel,
Can push about the jorum;

And here's to them that wish us weel,
May a' that's gude watch o'er them;
And here's to them, we dare na tell,
The dearest o' the quorum.
And here's to, &c.