The Young Highland Rover Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, L The Young Highland Rover TUNE-" Morag." OUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland Rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May Heaven be his warden : Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle Gordon! The trees now naked groaning, The birdies dowie moaning, My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey, Clarinda, Mistress of my Soul LARINDA, mistress of my soul, The wretch beneath the dreary Pole To what dark cave of frozen night Depriv'd of thee, his life and light, We part—but by these precious drops No other light shall guide my steps She, the fair sun of all her sex, My worship to its ray? Μ' To the Weavers gin ye go Y heart was ance as blythe and free But a bonnie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. CHORUS. To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, I rede you right gang ne'er at night, My mither sent me to the town, To warp a plaiden wab; But the weary, weary warpin' o't Has gart me sigh and sab. To the weavers, etc. MacPherson's Farewell A bonnie westlin weaver lad To the weavers, etc. I sat beside my warpin'-wheel, But every shot and every knock, My heart it gae a stoun. To the weavers, etc. The moon was sinking in the west But what was said, or what was done, But oh! I fear the kintra soon Will ken as weel's mysel. To the weavers, etc. MacPherson's Farewell F `AREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destinie: MacPherson's time will not be long On yonder gallows-tree. CHORUS. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a spring and danc'd it round, Below the gallows-tree. Oh, what is death but parting breath? I've dar'd his face, and in this place I scorn him yet again! Sae rantingly, etc. Untie these bands from off my hands, And there's no a man in all Scotland, Sae rantingly, etc. I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; It burns my heart I must depart And not avengèd be. Sae rantingly, etc. Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, And all beneath the sky! May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dare not die! Sae rantingly, etc. My Hoggie TUNE-"What will I do gin my Hoggie die?" 7HAT will I do gin my hoggie die? WHA My joy, my pride, my hoggie! My only beast, I had na mae, And vow but I was vogie! The lee-lang night we watch'd the fauld, We heard nought but the roaring linn, Raving Winds around her Blowing But the howlet cried frae the castle wa', The tod replied upon the hill, When day did daw, and cocks did craw, An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke, R Raving Winds around her Blowing TUNE-"M'Gregor of Ruara's Lament." AVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring: "Farewell, hours that late did measure "O'er the past too fondly wandering, |