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Come through the heather, around him gather,

Come Ronald, come Donald, come a'thegither ; And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King,

For wha'll be King but Charlie ?

The Highland clans, wi' sword in hand,

Frae John o' Groats to Airly, Hae to a man declar'd to stand, Or fa', wi' royal Charlie.

Come through the heather, &c. The Lowlands a,' baith great and sma',

Wi' mony a lord and laird, hae Declar'd for Scotia’s King an' law, And spier ye wha but Charlie.

Come through the heather, &c.

There's ne'er a lass in a' the land,

But vows baith late and early,
To man she'll ne'er gie heart or hand,
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie.

Come through the heather, &c.

Then here's a health to Charlie's cause,

And be't complete and early;
His very name my heart's blood warms :
To arms for royal Charlie !

Come through the heather, &c.

KELVIN GROVE.

JOHN LYLE.

TUNE_Kelvin Grove.

Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, 0;
Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, 0);

Where the rose in all its pride

Decks the hollow dingle's side,
Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O.

We will wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O,
To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie, 0;

Where the glens rebound the call

Of the lofty waterfall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O.

Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonnie lassie, 0,
Where so oft, beneath its shade, bonnie lassie, O,

With the songsters in the grove,

We have told our tale of love, And bave sportive garlands wove, bonnie lassie, O.

Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonnie lassie, 0,
To this fairy scene and you, bonnie lassie, 0,

To the streamlet winding clear,

To the fragrant-scented brier,
E’en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O.

For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonnie lassie, O,
On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, 0:

Ere the golden orb of day,

Wakes the warblers from the spray, From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O.

And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, 0,
Should I fall ’midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O,
Wilt thou, Helen, when you

hear
Of thy lover on his bier,
To his

memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie? 0,*

* Kelvin Grove is a beautifully wooded dell, about two miles from Glasgow, forming a sort of lovers' walk for the lads and lasses of that city.

BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

TUNE-Blue Bonnets over the Border.

MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,
Why, my lads, dinna

ye

march forward in order ? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale ;

All the blue bonnets are over the Border. Many a banner spread flutters above your head;

Many a crest that is famous in story: Mount and make ready, then, sons of the mountain glen;

Fight for your Queen and the old Scottish glory.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing;

Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing ;

Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding;

Stand to your arms, and march in good order. England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray,

When the blue bonnets came over the Border.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE.

TUNE-Gin a Body meet a Body.

GIN a body meet a body

Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,

Need a body cry?
Ev'ry lassie has her laddie,

Nane, they say, hae I !

Yet a' the lads they smile at me,

When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain

I dearly lo'e mysell ;
But whaur bis hame or what his name,

I dinna care to tell.

Gin a body meet a body,

Comin' frae the town,
Gin a body greet a body,

Need a body frown?
Ev'ry lassie has her laddie,

Nane, they say, bae I!
Yet a'the lads they smile at me,

When coming through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain

I dearly lo'e mysell;
But whaur bis hame, or what his name,

I dinna care to tell.*

THE YEAR THAT'S AWA.

MR DUNLOP.T.

TUNE :- The Year that's awa.

HERE's to the

year

that's awa!
We will drink it in strong and in sma';
And here's to ilk bonnie young lassie we lo'ed,
While swift flew the

year
And here's to ilk, &c.

that's awa.

Here's to the sodger who bled,

And the sailor who bravely did fa'; * An improved and purified modern version of an old song, which Burns inserted, with some variations of his own, in the fifth volume of the Musical Museum.

† Late Collector at the Custom-house of Port Glasgow, and father of Mr Dunlop, author of The History of Fiction.

/

Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled
On the wings of the year

that's
Their fame is alive, &c.

awa.

Here's to the friend we can trust,

When the storms of adversity blaw; May they live in our song, and be nearest Nor depart like the year

May they live, &c.

ur hearts,

that's awa.

HURRAH FOR THE BONNETS OF BLUE

TUNE-Hurrah for the Bonnets o' Blue.

HERE's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa;
And wha winna wish for good luck to our cause,

May never guid luck be their fa'.
It's guid to be merry and wise,

It's guid to be honest and true ;
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,

And bide by the bonnets of blue.

Hurrah for the bonnets of blue !

Hurrah for the bonnets of blue !
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,

And bide by the bonnets of blue.
Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa;
Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan,

Although that his band be sae sma'.

Here's freedom to him that would read,

Here's freedom to him that would write ; There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard,

But they whom the truth wad indite.

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