Let merry England proudly rear Let Albin bind her bonnet blue ; With heath and harebell dipp'd in dew; prepare Strike the wild harp, while maids Yes! twine for me the cypress bough: STARS, DINNA PEEP IN. Bright stars, dinna peep in, To see me wi' Mary, An' O thou bright an' bonnie moon, Don't at her window tarry. Mary's a winsome quean, Oh I daute her dearly. An' when the moon is moving, An' then she's leal an' loving,— My ain sweet Mary. THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN. JOANNA BAILLIE. I've no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake, Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree- Soft tapping at eve to her window I came, And loud bayed the watch dog, loud scolded the dame. Rich Owen will tell you with eyes full of scorn, Threadbare is my coat, and my hosen are torn : Scoff on, my rich Owen, for faint is thy glee The farmer rides proudly to market and fair, And the clerk at the alehouse still claims the great chair; But of all our proud fellows the proudest I'll be, While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. For blithe as the urchin at holiday play, Is the maid of Llanwellyn who smiles upon me. THE GALLANT AULD CARLE. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. A gallant auld carle a-courting came, And ask'd with a cough, was the heiress at hame; Be kind to him, maiden, he's weel arrayed; His lairdship lies by the kirk-yard dyke, The carle came ben with a groan and a cough, He spoke of his lands, and his horses, and kye, They were worth nae mair than a blink of my eye; From the gray did grow to the glossy black: And I scarce could say to the carle's gripe, I doubt ye'll be rotten ere I be ripe. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. A chieftain, to the highlands bound, Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together; My blood would stain the heather. Outspoke the hardy highland wight, VOL. IV. |