STATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THICKEST night o'erhang my dwelling! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, In the cause of right engaged, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, The wide world is all before us But a world without a friend *! * Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed to be lying concealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year 1788. THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. Tune-" Morag." LOUD 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, Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, * The young highland rover is supposed to be the young Chevalier, Prince Charles Edward. RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING. Tune-" M'Grigor of Rero's Lament." RAVING winds around her blowing, Isabella stray'd deploring. 66 Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; "Hail thou gloomy night of sorrow, "Cheerless night that knows no morrow. "O'er the past too fondly wandering, "On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, "Fell despair my fancy seizes. |