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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 birsels 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, hae 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 that's awa.

And here's to ilk, &c.

Here's to the sodger who bled,

And the sailor who bravely did fa';
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 our hearts, Nor depart like the year

that's awa. May they live, &c. * 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.

HURRAH FOR THE BONNETS OF BLUE.

TUNE-Hurrah for the Bonnets o' Blue.

Here's a bealth to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa;
And wha winna wish for guid 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.

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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 bealth 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.
Hurrah for the bonnets of blue !

Hurrah for the bonnets of blue !
It's guid to be wise, to be honest and true,

And bide by the bonnets of blue.*

M·LEAN'S INVITATION TO PRINCE

CHARLES.

HOGG.

COME o'er the stream, Charlie, dear Charlie, brave

Charlie, Come o'er the stream, Charlie, and dine wi' M'Lean ; * Altered by a modern hand, from a well-known song by Burns.

And, though you be weary, we'll make your heart cheery,

And welcome our Charlie and his loyal train. We'll bring down the track-deer, we'll bring down the

black steer, The lamb from the bucht and the doe from the glen ; The salt sea we'll harry, and bring to our Charlie,

The cream from the bothy, and curd from the pen.

And you shall drink freely the dews of Glen-sheerly,

That stream in the star-light when kings dinna ken ; And deep shall your meed be of wine that is ruddy,

To drink to your sire, and his friend the M.Lean.

If aught will invite you, or more will delight you,

'Tis ready-a troop of our bold Highlandmen Shall range

o'er the heather, with bonnet and feather, Strong

arms and broad claymores, three hundred and ten.

OH! DINNA ASK ME GIN I LO'E YE.

TUNE-Gin a Body meet a Body.
Oh! dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee;

Troth, I darna tell :
Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye;

Ask it o' yoursell.

Oh ! dinna look sae sair at me,

For weel ye ken me true ;
O, gin ye look sae sair at me,

I daurna look at you.

When ye gang to yon braw braw town,

And bonnier lasses see,
O, dinna, Jamie, look at them,
Lest
you

should mind na me.

For I could never bide the lass,

That ye'd lo'e mair than me;
And O, I'm sure, my heart would break,

Gin ye'd prove false to me.

BEWARE O' BONNIE ANN.

BURNS.

Ye gallants braw, I rede ye right,

Beware o' bonnie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,

Your heart she will trepan.
Her een sae bright, like stars by night,

Her skin is like the swan;
Sae jimply laced, her genty waist,

That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, grace, and love, attendant move,

And pleasure leads the van;
In a' their charms, and conquering arms,

They wait on bonnie Ann.
The captive bands may chain the hands,

But love enslaves the man ;
Ye gallants braw, I rede ye a',

Beware o' bonnie Ann.*

JOCK O' HAZELDEAN.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

TUNE-Jock o' Hazeldean.

« Why weep ye by the tide, ladye

Why weep ye by the tide ?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
And

ye

shall be his bride ;
And ye shall be his bride, ladye,

Sae comely to be seen :".
But
aye

she loot the tears down fa',
For Jock o' Hazeldean.

* Written in compliment to Miss Ann Masterton, daughter of the author's friend, Allan Masterton, the “ Allan” of “ Willy brewed a peck o' Maut." Miss Masterton afterwards became the wife of John Derbyshire, Esq. surgeon in London.

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