THE BETRAYED ONE TO HER CHILD.

GAELIC AIR.-Oh gu ma slan a chi mi mo chailinn dileas. donn.

Он, wae's me for thee, darling,

And wae's me for the hour
I trysted thy false faither,
In yonder greenwood bower!
Sae sweet the tale he tauld me,
Sae warmly wooed he there,
My trusting heart was soon deceived,
My peace lost evermair!

He said my neck and bosom
Were fair as winter's snow,
And that the rose for redness
Was naething to my mou;
He vowed he aye would lo'e me,
Till death should us divide,
And that as soon as e'er I pleased
I'd be his wedded bride.

Oh sleep, now sleep, my dearie,
Safe in thy lanely lair!

Thy mither is too eerie

This nicht to sing thee mair.

Alas for the forsaken

To the cold world's disdain !

When comes God's hour of reckoning
Alas the faithless then !

SWEET ANNIE OF GLENARA.

LET Tannahill in tender strain

Sing her of Arrantennie,
Let Ettrick's bard in witching vein.
Extol the "bright Kilmeny ;'
The lassie who has won my heart

Is quite as bright a fairy :
You'd own it true, if you but knew
Sweet Annie of Glenara.

Her brow is of the lily's hue,

Her lips a honey fountain;

Her cheek is as when dawn doth shew
Her blushes o'er yon mountain;
As any roe that haunts our glen
Her step is light and airy :
In grace and mien a very queen
Is Annie of Glenara.

Away with fashion's fickle set!
Give me the darling creature
All charming without knowing it,
All woman in her nature.
Vain were to me the richest boon

That fortune else can spare me,
Could I not with it call my own

Sweet Annie of Glenara.

THE SHEPHERD BOY.

AIR.-The Indian Student.

THE Shepherd boy was far away,-
His heart was dowie as the song
That often in the gloaming grey

To pity moved his comrades young:They hinted of the coming May

With all its wealth of bud and bloom,Yet aye the burden of his lay

Was, This is no my native home!

"There's trout to wile frae yonder burn,
Our fields are white wi' lambkins gay;
The blackbird on yon flowring thorn
To love and song gives a' the day;
Nae glen in a' the land can be

Mair fit than ours to chase thy gloom :"

Yet aye the burden of his lay

Was, This is no my native home!

"The cushat nestles in yon wood,

The cuckoo too will soon be there; Our muirlands teem wi' music good Frae crouds of laverocks in the air;

O'er hazel dell and berrie brae

We'll a', betimes, delighted roam; Yet still the burden of his lay

Was, This is no my native home!

BELLA.

YE'VE seen, from brightest blue, The star o' Gloamin' gleam— The rosebud wet wi' dew,

The rowan by the stream;But naething hae ye seen,

And ne'er may see, I trow,

Sae bright as Bella's een,
Sae red as Bella's mou'.

Ye've seen the snow-wreath high,
On Cruachan's airy steep-
The lake when zephyrs die,
And sunbeams on it sleep;

Yet naething hae ye seen,
And ne'er may see, I trow,

Sae fair as Bella's skin,

Sae calm as Bella's brow!

MAGGIE STUART.

AIR-O but ye're long a coming.

O BUT she's sweet an' bonnie,
Sweet an' bonnie, blithe as ony,-
O, but she's sweet an' bonnie,

Lovely Maggie Stuart.

Ye who would see a' that's rarest,
A' to hearts like mine the dearest,
A' that's purest, fondest, fairest,
Look on Maggie Stuart!

O but, &c

Sweet her smile as May-morn beaming;
Bright her eye as starlet gleaming;
With a thousand graces teeming
Is young Maggie Stuart.
O but, &c.

Thinking of her late an' early,
I ken ane wha sleeps but spairly;—
Wiser men than he are fairly

Daft for Maggie Stuart !

O but, &c.

Of all joys beneath yon heaven
Ever here to mortals given,

Mine be Deeside's banks to live on,

Wed to Maggie Stuart.

O but, &c.