Bye attour, my gutcher has

A hich house and a laigh ane,
A' for bye, my bonnie sel',

The toss of Ecclefechan.

O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,
O haud your tongue and jauner;

I held the gate till you I met,

Syne I began to wander :

I tint my whistle and my sang,

I tint my peace and pleasure;

But your green graff, now, Luckie Laing,
Wad airt me to my treasure.

THE COOPER O' CUDDIE.❤
Tune-Bab at the bowster.

THE Cooper o' Cuddie cam' here awa,
And ca'd the girrs out owre us a'—
And our gude-wife has gotten a ca'

That anger'd the silly gude-man, O.
We'll hide the cooper behind the door,
Behind the door, behind the door;
We'll hide the cooper behind the door,
And cover him under a mawn, 0.

He sought them out, he sought them in,
Wi', deil hae her! and, deil hae him!
But the body was sae doited and blin',

He wist na where he was gaun, O.

They cooper'd at e'en, they cooper'd at morn, 'Till our gude-man has gotten the scorn; On ilka brow she's planted a horn,

And swears that they shall stan', O.

The delicacy of this song cannot be compared to its wit Burns was in all respects the poet of the people, and no man in wide Scotland had so many merry tales to tell, and so many joyous songs to sing.-Cunningham.

We'll hide the cooper behind the door,
Behind the door, behind the door;
We'll hide the cooper behind the door,
And cover him under a mawn, 0.

THE CARDIN' O'T.*

Tune-Sall-fish and dumplings.

I COFT a stane o' haslock woo',
To make a wat to Johnny o't;
For Johnny is my only jo,
I lo'e him best of ony yet.

The cardin o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,
The tailor staw the lynin o't.

For though his locks be lyart gray,
And tho' his brow be beld aboon
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
The pride of a' the parishen.

The cardin o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,

The tailor staw the lynin o't.

The tenderness of Johnnie's wife can only be fully felt by those who know that hause-lock wool is the softest and finest of the fleece, and is shorn from the throats of sheep in the summer heat, to give them air and keep them cool-Cunningham.

SAE FAR AWA.

Tune-Dalkeith Maiden Bridge.

O, SAD and heavy should I part,
But for her sake sae far awa;
Unknowing what my way may thwart
My native land sae far awa.
Thou that of a' things Maker art,
That form'd this fair sae far awa,
Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start
At this my way sae far awa.

How true is love to pure desert,
So love to her, sae far awa:
And nocht can heal my bosom s smart
While, oh! she is sae far awa.
Nane other love, nane other dart,
I feel but her's, sae far awa;
But fairer never touch'd a heart
Than her's, the fair sae far awa.

O MAY, THY MORN.

Tune-May, thy morn.

The lady here celebrated is said to be the fair Clarinda.
O MAY, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet
As the mirk night o' December;
For sparkling was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber :
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will ay remember.

But dear was she I dare na name,
But I will ay remember.

The youth of Scotland for many years have been much influenced by the spirit of enterprise. With the exception of a few districts, in which manufactures have been introduced, the country is pror, and affords little encouragement to the hardy race to whom its gives birth.-The present song is a beautiful expression of attachment to his fair one, who is 'far awa.'

And here's to them, that, like oursel,
Can push about the jorum ;
And here's to them that wish us weel,
May a' that's guid watch o'er them!
And here's to them, we dare na tell,
The dearest o' the quorum.
And here's to them we dare na tell,
The dearest o' the quorum!

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
Tune-If thou'lt play me fair play.
THE bonniest lad that e'er I saw,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,
Bonnie Highland laddie.
On his head a bonnet blue,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
His royal heart was firm and true,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Trumpets sound, and cannons roar,

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie;
And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,
Bonnie Lowland lassie.
Glory, honour, now invite,

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie,
For freedom and my king to fight,
Bonnie Lowland lassie.

The sun a backward course shall take,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Ere aught thy manly courage shake,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Burns compressed The Highland lad and Lowland lassie,' into these three stanzas. It has allusion to Prince Charles, and is expressive of the affection and constancy of the people to him and his family.

Go, for yourself procure renown,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
And for your lawful king his crown,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

CASSILLIS' BANKS.

The stream of Girven and the banks of Cassillis were ever present to the feeling and fancy of Burns; he loved to return to the scenes of his youth.

Tune-Unknown.

Now bank an' brae are claith'd' in
green,
An' catter'd cowslips sweetly spring;
By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing.
To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's,
There wi' my Mary let me flee,
There catch her ilka glance of love,
The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e!

The child wha boasts o' warld's walthe
Is aften laird o' meikle care;
But Mary she is a' my ain-

Ah! fortune canna gie me mair.
Then let me range by Cassillis' banks,
Wi' her, the lassie dear to me,

And catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e!

TO THEE, LOVED NITH.

Tune-Unknown.

To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi' careless thought I ranged,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchanged.

ƒClothed.

World's wealth.