XCI.

MY FATHER AND MOTHER, &c.

AIR-The Harper of Mull.

"My father and mother now lie with the dead,
And friendship, with them, and with fortune has fled,
And wilt thou too leave me, my lover? ah! no,
Thou never canst add to the weight of my woe.

"No, Menie tho' father and mother are gone,
Tho' fortune deserts thee, and friends on thee frown,
Thy lover when distant afar o'er the sea,

Will still be as constant as ever to thee.

"Then how canst thou seek on a far distant strand
For what may be found in thy own native land;
If happiness is, and it must be thy bent,
Can riches secure peace of mind or content.

"No more, my dear Menie-thy wish I obey,
I will not-I cannot from thee go away,
Tho' less are our riches yet nothing is lost,

We're happier than those who their thousands can boast.'

XCII.

FAREWELL.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For others weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,

But waft thy name beyond the sky.
'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:

Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word-Farewell!-Farewell!

These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast, and in my brain,
Awake the pangs that pass not by,

The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
My soul nor deigns nor dares complain,
Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only know we lov'd in vain-

I only feel-Farewell!-Farewell!

CXIII.

WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD.

O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad,
O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad,
Tho' father and mother and a' should gae mad,
Thy Jeany will venture out wi' ye, my lad.

But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee;
Syne up the back-style and let naebody see,
And come as ye were na coming to me,
And come as ye were na coming to me.
O whistle, &c.

At kirk or at market, when e'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a fice,
But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e,
Yet look as ye were na looking to me.
Yet look as ye were na looking to me.
O whistle, &c.

Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a wee;
But court na anither tho' joking ye be,

For fear she should wile your fancy frae me,
For fear she should wile your fancy frae me.
O whistle, &c.

XCIV.

KELVIN GROVE,

AIR-Bonnie lassie, O.

Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, O,
Through its mazes let us rove, bonny lassie, O,
Where the rose, in all its pride,

Paints the hollow dingle side,

Where the midnight fairies glide, bonny lassie, O.

We will wander by the mill, bonny lassie, O,
To the cove beside the rill, bonny lassie, O,
Where the glens rebound the call

Of the lofty water-fall,

Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonny lassie, O,

Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonny lassie, O, Where so oft beneath its shade, bonny lassie, O, With the songsters in the grove,

We have told our tale of love,

And have sportive garlands wove, bonny lassie, O.

Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonny lassie, O,
To this fairy scene and you, bonny lassie, O,
To the streamlet winding clear,

To the fragrant scented brier

Even to thee of all most dear, bonny lassie, O.

For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonny lassie, O,
On thy lover at this hour, bonny lassie, O,
Ere the golden orb of day

Wake the warblers from the spray,
From this land I must away, bonny lassie, O,

And when on a distant shore, bonny lassie, O, Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonny lassie, O, Wilt thou, Ellen, when you hear

Of thy lover on his bier,

To his mem❜ry shed a tear, bonny lassie, O.