Chill runs my blood to hear it rave, 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, 'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound: These bleed afresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Farewell, my friends! Farewell, my foes! Powers Celestial, whose Protection TUNE-"Blue Bonnets." OWERS celestial, whose protection POWER Ever guards the virtuous fair, Let my Mary's kindred spirit Ye Sons of Old Killie Make the gales you waft around her Ye Sons of Old Killie TUNE-"Shawnboy." Yo follow the noble vocation; E sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another To sit in that honoured station. I've little to say, but only to pray, As praying's the ton of your fashion; A prayer from the Muse you well may excuse, 'Tis seldom her favourite passion. Ye Powers who preside o'er the wind and the tide, Who marked each element's border; Who formed this frame with beneficent aim, Whose sovereign statute is order; Within this dear mansion may wayward contention Or withered envy ne'er enter; May secrecy round be the mystical bound, And brotherly love be the centre! YON Yon Wild Mossy Mountains ON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed, And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed: Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores, To me hae the charms o' yon wild mossy moors; For there, by a lanely, sequester'd clear stream, Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream. Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path, Ilk stream foaming down its ain green narrow strath; For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove, While o'er us unheeded fly the swift hours o' love. She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair; To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs? And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts, They dazzle our een, as they fly to our hearts. But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling e'e, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart-beating love, as I'm clasp'd in her arms, O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms! To Mary To Mary 'OULD aught of song declare my pains, The Muse should tell, in labour'd strains, They who but feign a wounded heart Then let the sudden bursting sigh Rattlin', Roarin' Willie TUNE-" Rattlin', roarin' Willie." RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, The saut tear blin't his e'e; Ye're welcome hame to me! O Willie, come sell your fiddle, If I should sell my fiddle, The warl' would think I was mad; My fiddle and I hae had. As I cam by Crochallan, Was sitting at yon board en', And amang guid companie; Ye're welcome hame to me! O whare did ye get TUNE-"Bonnie Dundee." WHARE did ye get that hauver meal bannock? I gat it frae a brisk young sodger laddie, Aft has he doudled me on his knee; May Heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie, My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie, My blessin's upon thy bonnie e'e brie! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, |