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WILL

LEEZIE LINDSAY.

ILL ye gang to the Hielans, Leezie Lindsay? Will ye gang to the Hielans wi' me? Will ye gang to the Hielans, Leezie Lindsay, My bride and my darling to be?"

"To gang to the Hielans wi' you, sir,
I dinna ken how that may be;
For I ken na the lan' that ye live in,
Nor ken I the lad I'm gaun wi'!"

"O Leezie, lass, ye maun ken little,
If sae be that ye dinna ken me!
My name is Lord Ronald MacDonald,
A chieftain o' high degree."

She has kilted her coats o' green satin,

She has kilted them up to the knee,
And she's aff wi' Lord Ronald MacDonald,
His bride and his darling to be.

(One of the Rev. JOSEPH ANGIER's most glorious songs.)

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OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW.

Adapted by E. F. W.

SOLDIER, REST!

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Air: "ROTHIEMURCHUS' RANT."

sail ye,

1. Soldier, rest! thy war-fare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking; 2. Hunts-man, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells as

Dream of battled fields no more, Days of dan - ger, nights of waking.
Dream not with the rising sun Bugles here shall sound rev-eil- lé.

In

our isle's en-chant-ed hall

Sleep! the deer is in his den;

Hands un-seen thy couch are strew-ing;
Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;

Fairy strains of mu sic fall, Sleep! nor dream in yon der glen,

Ev'ry sense in slum - ber dew-ing.
How thy gal-lant steed lay dying.

Sol-dier, rest! thy war-fare o'er; Dream of fight-ing fields no more; Hunts-man, rest! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun,

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Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil nor nights of wak-ing.
For at dawn-ing, to as - sail ye, Here no bugles sound rev-eil- lé.

(Sung by M. F. R. as Ellen Douglas in "The Lady of the Lake," at the Golden Wedding celebration, February 8, 1884.)