The powers aboon will tent thee,
Misfortune fha'na fteer thee;

Thou'rt like themfels fae lovely,

That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley,

Return to Caledonie !

That we may brag we hae a lass,
There's nane again fae bonie.

And a' to pu' a pofie to my ain dear May.

C

The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the

year,

And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my

dear;

For fhe's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer;

And a' to be a pofie to my ain dear May.

I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phœbus peeps in view,

For it's like a baumy kifs o' her sweet bonie

mou;

The hyacinth for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue,

And a' to be a pofie to my ain dear May.

The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bofom I'll place the lily

there;

The daify for fimplicity, and unaffected air, And a' to be a pofie to my ain dear May.

The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' filler

grey,

Where, like an aged man, it ftands at break o'

day;

But the fongfter's neft within the bush I winna

take away,

And a' to be a pofie to my ain dear May.

The woodbine I will pu', when the ev'ning ftar is near,

And the diamond drops o' dew fhall be her een

fae clear;

The violet for modefty, which weel she fa's to

wear,

And a' to be a pofie to my ain dear May.

I'll tie the pofie round wi' the filken band o'

love,

And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above,

That to my latest draught o' life the band fhall

ne'er remove,

And this will be a pofie to my ain dear May.

NAE GENTLE DAMES, THO' E'ER SO FAIR.

Air.-THE DEUKS DANG O'ER MY DADDY.

AE gentle dames, tho' e'er fae fair,
Shall ever be my mufe's care;

N^

Their titles a' are empty fhow;
Gie me my Highland laffie O.
Within the glen fae bushy, O,
Aboon the plain fae rashy, O,
I fet me down wi' right good will,
To fing my Highland laffie O.

O were yon hills and vallies mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love fhould know
I bear my Highland laffie, O.
Within the glen, &c.

But fickle Fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging fea;

But while my crimfon currents flow,
I love my Highland laffie, O.
Within the glen, &c.

Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bofom burns with honour's glow,
My faithful Highland laffie, O.
Within the glen, &c.

For her I'll dare the billows' roar;
For her I'll trace a diftant fhore;
That Indian wealth may luftre throw
Around my Highland laffie, O.
Within the glen, &c.

She has my heart, she has my hand,
By facred truth and honour's band!
'Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine, my Highland laffie, O.
Farewell, the glen sae bushy, O!
Farewell, the plain fae rashy, O!
To other lands I now muft go
To fing my Highland laffie O.