O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET. As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanced to meet But the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet. ; It were mair meet that those fine feet Her yellow hair, beyond compare, Comes trinkling down her swan-like neck, And her two eyes, like stars in skies, Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck. O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. 10 LADY MARY ANN. O Lady Mary Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', She saw three bonnie boys The youngest he was The flower amang them a'; My bonnie laddie's young, But he's growin' yet. O father! O father! Round about his hat, And that will let them ken Lady Mary Ann Was a flower i' the dew, And bonnie was its hue! Young Charlie Cochran Was the sprout of an aik; Bonnie and bloomin' And straught was its make: The sun took delight To shine for its sake, And it will be the brag The simmer is gane When the leaves they were green, And the days are awa That we hae seen: But far better days I trust will come again, For my bonnie laddie's young, O, WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN? O, WAT ye wha's in yon town, Now haply down yon gay green shaw, How blest ye birds that round her sing, The season to my Jeanie dear! The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And dearest pleasure, is my Jean. Without my love, not a' the charms My cave wad be a lover's bower, And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there. O sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun's gane down upon; A fairer than's in yon town, His setting beam ne'er shone upon. If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear; But spare, O spare me Jeanie dear. For while life's dearest blood is warm, She has the truest, kindest heart. 30 A VISION. As I stood by yon roofless tower, A lassie, all alone was making her moan, In the bluidy wars they fa', and our honour's gane an' a, The winds were laid, the air was still, The fox was howling on the hill, The stream, adown its hazelly path, The cauld blue north was streaming forth Athort the lift they start and shift, Like fortune's favours, tint as win. ΙΟ 20 Now, looking over firth and fauld, A stern and stalwart ghaist appeared. And frae his harp sic strains did flow, As ever met a Briton's ear! He sang wi' joy his former day, THE HIGHLAND LASSIE. NAE gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair, Within the glen sae bushy, O, Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine, 30 ΙΟ |