It gaed about the wifie's heart, and she began to spew, I wish I binna fou, quo' she, I wish I binna fou, If Johnnie find me barley-sick, I'm sure he'll claw my skin; But I'll lie down and tak a nap before that I gae in. Wi' a little pack, quo' she, wi' a little pack, He's clippit a' her gowden locks sae bonnie and sae lang; ran: And when the wifie waken'd, her head was like a bee, Oh! quo' the wee wifeikie, this is nae me, This is nae me, quo' she, this is nae me, Somebody has been felling me, and this is nae me. I met with kindly company, and birl'd my babee! me. This is nae me, &c. But I have a little houseikie, but and a kindly man; And a' the bairns on the floor will dance if this be me. The night was late, and dang out weet, and oh but it was dark; The doggie heard a body's foot, and he began to bark. Oh when she heard the doggie bark, and kenning it was he, Oh well ken ye, Doussie, quo' she, this is nae me. When Johnnie heard his Bessie's word, fast to the door he ran; Is that you, Bessikie?-Wow na, man! Be kind to the bairns, and weel mat ye be; And farewell, Johnnie, quo' she, this is nae me! John ran to the minister, his hair stood a' on end, Oh farewell, Johnnie, quo' she, this is nae me! This is nae me, &c. The tale you tell, the parson said, is wonderful to me, How that a wife without a head could speak, or hear, or see! But things that happen hereabout, so strangely alter'd be, That I could almost wi' Bessie say, 'tis neither you nor she. Neither you nor she, quo' he, neither you nor she, Wow na, Johnnie man, 'tis neither you nor she. Now Johnnie he came hame again, and oh! but he was fain, To see his little Bessikie come to hersel again. He got her sitting on a stool with Tibbek on her knee: Oh! come awa, Johnnie, quo' she, come awa to me, For I've got a nap wi' Tibbekie, and this is now me. This is now me, quo' she, this is now me, I've got a nap wi Tibbekie, and this is now me. *This excellent song is said to be the composition of the learn ed Dr. ALEXANDER GEDDES, well known in the literary world for his translation of the Bible into English, and other works. MARY-ANN. TUNE-" Captain O'Kean,” or “The Wounded Hussar." Along the sweet margin of Glaizart's rough stream, Why, once peerless maid, hast thou left me to wander, Disconsolate now by these sweet banks o' Glaizart, FAIREST OF THE FAIR. O NANNIE, wilt thou gang wi' me, * This piece is by the author of The Banks of Glaisart. Q Nae langer drest in silken sheen, O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa, O Nannie, canst thou love so true, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, And when at last thy love shall die, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? * We are not aware under what particular circumstances this beautiful song was composed, nor who is the Nannie whom the learned author, Dr. PERCY, Editor of The Reliques of Ancient Poetry, is pleased to designate Fairest of the Fair. This, however, cannot lessen our interest in the delicate delineation of the sacrifices love demands from his captives, to put the disinterestedness of their attachment to the test. THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY. THE smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing, And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them improve the hour that flies, The lav'rocks now, and lintwhites sing; Behold the hills and vales around, Hark, how the waters, as they fall, |