'Twas na her Bonnie Blue E'e

In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!

Ambition would disown

The world's imperial crown;

Even Avarice would deny

His worshipp'd deity,

And feel thro' every vein Love's raptures roll.

'Twas na her Bonnie Blue E'e

TUNE-" Laddie, lie near me."

WAS na her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin;

TWAS

Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing; 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness.

Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me;
But tho' fell Fortune should fate us to sever,
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest !
And thou'rt the angel that never can alter,
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.

TH

Their Groves o' Sweet Myrtle TUNE-"Humours of Glen."

HEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon,

Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume;

Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.

Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen :
For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers,
A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.

Tho' rich is the breeze in their gay sunny valleys,
And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud
palace,

What are they? The haunt of the tyrant and slave!

The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains,

The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain ;

He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains, Save love's willing fetters, the chains o' his Jean.

F

Forlorn, my Love

TUNE-" Let me in this ae night.”

ORLORN, my love, no comfort near,

Far, far from thee, I wander here;

Far, far from thee, the fate severe
At which I most repine, love.

CHORUS.

O wert thou, love, but near me,

But near, near, near me;

How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,

And mingle sighs with mine, love!

Around me scowls a wintry sky,
That blasts each bud of hope and joy;
And shelter, shade, nor home have I,
Save in those arms of thine, love!
O wert, etc.

Last May a Braw Wooer

Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
To poison Fortune's ruthless dart—
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, love.
O wert, etc.

But dreary tho' the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet;
That only ray of solace sweet
Can on thy Chloris shine, love!
O wert, etc.

L

Last May a Braw Wooer

TUNE-"The Lothian Lassie."

AST May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,

And sair wi' his love he did deave me;

I said there was naething I hated like men—
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me-
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.

He spak o' the darts in my bonnie black een,
And vow'd for my love he was deein';

I said he might dee when he liked for Jean-
The Lord forgie me for leein', for leein',
The Lord forgie me for leein' !

A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers;
I never loot on that I kend it, or car'd-

But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
But thought I might hae waur offers.

But what wad ye think? In a fortnight, or less, The deil tak his taste to gae near her!

He up the lang loan to my black cousin, BessGuess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her,

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

But a' the niest week, as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock,

And wha but my fine fickle lover was there?

I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neebors might say I was saucy;

My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.

I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin',

And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl't feet-
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin', a swearin',
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin'.

He begged, for Gudesake! I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow.

I

This is no my ain Lassie

TUNE-" This is no my ain house."

SEE a form, I see a face,

Ye weel may wi' the fairest place:
It wants, to me, the witching grace,
The kind love that's in her e'e.

O Bonnie was yon Rosy Brier

CHORUS.

O this is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho' the lassie be;

O weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her e'e.

She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,
And lang has had my heart in thrall;
And aye it charms my very saul,

The kind love that's in her e'e.
O this is no, etc.

A thief sae pawkie is my Jean
To steal a blink, by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lovers' een,
When kind love is in the e'e.
O this is no, etc.

It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clerks ;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her e'e.
O this is no, etc.

O

O Bonnie was yon Rosy Brier

TUNE-"I wish my love was in a mire."

BONNIE was yon rosy brier,

That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man;

And bonnie she, and ah, how dear!

It shaded frae the e'enin' sun.

Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,

How pure amang the leaves sae green;

But purer was the lover's vow

They witness'd in their shade yestreen.