Α' Lady Onlie TUNE-"The Ruffian's Rant." THE lads o' Thorniebank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in an' tak a pint Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky! Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; Theniel Menzies' Bonnie Mary TUNE-"The Ruffian's Rant." INCO Darlet we a blink did tarry; N coming by the brig o' Dye, As day was dawin' in the sky We drank a health to bonnie Mary. The Bonnie Lass of Albany Her een sae bright, her brow sae white, We lap an' danced the lee-lang day, The Bonnie Lass of Albany TUNE-"Mary's Dream." heart is wae, and unco wae, MY To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green This lovely maid's of royal blood But oh, alas! for her bonnie face, In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde But there's a youth, a witless youth, That fills the place where she should be; We'll send him o'er to his native shore, And bring our ain sweet Albany. Alas! the day, and wo! the day, A false usurper wan the gree, Who now commands the towers and landsThe royal right of Albany. We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray, On bended knees most ferventlie, The time may come, with pipe and drum Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben: And blythe in Glenturit glen. Her looks were like a flower in May, She tripped by the banks of Earn Her bonnie face it was as meek The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet Blythe, etc. A Rosebud by my Early Walk The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, A A Rosebud by my Early Walk TUNE-"The Shepherd's Wife." ROSEBUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, Within the bush, her covert nest The dew sat chilly on her breast She soon shall see her tender brood, So thou, dear bird, young Jeanie fair, So thou, sweet rosebud, young and gay, Ho The Banks of the Devon WOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding With green spreading bushes, and flowers blooming fair! But the bonniest flower on the banks of the Devon Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. Mild be the sun on this sweet blushing flower, In the gay rosy morn as it bathes in the dew! And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower, That steals on the evening each leaf to renew. O, spare the dear blossom, ye Orient breezes, With chill hoary wing as ye usher the dawn! And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn! Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies, And England triumphant display her proud rose; A fairer than either adorns the green valleys Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows. Peggy's Charms TUNE-" Neil Gow's lamentation for Abercairny." WHI HERE, braving angry winter's storms, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms Astonish'd doubly, marks it beam |