The Master and the Brotherhood If Death, then, wi' skaith, then, Mossgiel, An. M. 5790. ROBERT BURNS. DEAR TO A PAINTER. I'll gie ye some advice You'll tak it no uncivil: You shouldna paint at angels mair, To paint an angel's kittle wark, Wi' auld Nick there's less danger; LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER. YOU'RE Welcome, Willie Stewart; You're welcome, Willie Stewart; Come, bumpers high, express your joy, The tappit-hen, gae bring her ben, 4 May foes be strang, and friends be slack, May woman on him turn her back, ON MR. W. CRUIKSHANK, OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH. SONGS. THE LASS O BALLOCHMYLE. TUNE- MISS FORBES'S FAREWELL BANKS.' ΤΟ BANFF, OR ETTRICK 'TWAS even the dewy fields were green, All nature listening seem'd the while : With careless step I onward stray'd, A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy; Fair is the morn in flowery May, But Woman, Nature's darling child! O, had she been a country maid, That ever rose on Scotland's plain! Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep, Give me the cot below the pine, To tend the flocks or till the soil, And every day has joys divine, With the bonie lass o' Ballochmyle. SONG OF DEATH. A GAELIC AIR. Scene.-A field of battle. Time of the day-Evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the song. FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the bright setting sun! Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear, tender ties, Our race of existence is run! Thou grim King of Terrors, thou life's gloomy foe, Go, frighten the coward and slave ! Go, teach them to tremble, fell Tyrant ! but know, No terrors hast thou for the brave! Thou strik'st the dull peasant—he sinks in the dark, Thou strik'st the young hero-a glorious mark! In the field of proud honour-our swords in our Our King and our Country to save While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands, MY AIN KIND DEARIE 0. WHEN o'er the hill the eastern star My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae wearie O, My ain kind dearie O. |