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Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose

Frae off its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw the rose,

But left the thorn wi' me.

GLOOMY DECEMBER.

ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December !

Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember,

Parting wi’ Nancy, oh! ne'er to meet mair. Fond lovers' parting is sweet painful pleasure,

Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour ; But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever,

Is anguish unmingid and agony pure.

Wild as the winter now tearing the forest,

Till the last leaf o'the summer is flown, Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom,

Since my last hope and last comfort is gone ; Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December,

Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow and care ; For sad was the parting thou makes me remember,

Parting wi' Nancy, oh! ne'er to meet mair.

BEHOLD THE HOUR.

TUNE-'ORAN GAOIL.'

BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive !

Thou goest, thou darling of my heart :
Sever'd from thee can I survive ?

But fate has willd, and we must part !

I'll often greet this surging swell ;

Yon distant isle will often hail : 'E'en here I took the last farewell ;

There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail.'

Along the solitary shore,

While fitting sea-fowls round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my

wistful
‘Happy, thou Indian grove,' I'll say,
"Where now my Nancy's path may

be ! While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,

O tell me, does she muse on me?'

eye :

WILLIE'S WIFE.

TUNE-' TIBBIE FOWLER IN THE GLEN.'

WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,

The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie, Willie was a wabster guid,

Cou'd stown a clue wi' onie bodie ;
He had a wife was dour and din,
O Tinkler Madgie was her mither ;

Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

She has an ee, she has but ane,
The cat has twa the very

colour : Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,

A clapper tongue wad deave a miller ; A whiskin beard about her mou, Her nose and chin they threaten ither ;

Sic a wife, &c.

She's bow-hough’d, she's hein shinn’d,

Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter ;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,

To balance fair in ilka quarter :
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o' that upon her shouther ;

Sic a wife, &c.
Auld baudrans by the ingle sits,

An' wi' her loof her face a-washin ;
But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,

She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion ;
Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan-water ;

Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

AFTON WATER.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro’ the

glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills ;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft as mild ev’ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear

wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE ?
TUNE-'MY MOTHER'S AYE GLOWRING O'ER Me.'
Louis, what reck I by thee,

Or Geordie on his ocean?
Dyvour, beggar loons to me,

I reign in Jeanie's bosom.

Let her crown my love her law,

And in her breast enthrone me:
Kings and nations, swith awa!

Reif randies, I disown ye !

BONIE BELL.
THE smiling spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly winter grimly flies:
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,

And bonie blue are the sunny skies ;

Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,

The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning,

And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.

The flowery spring leads sunny summer,

And yellow autumn presses near, Then in his turn comes gloomy winter,

Till smiling spring again appear. Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,

Old Time and Nature their changes tell, But never ranging, still unchanging

I adore my bonie Bell.

FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY.

TUNE-'THE HIGHLAND WATCH'S FAREWELL.'

My heart is sair, I dare na tell,

My heart is sair for somebody;
I could wake a winter night,
For the sake o' somebody!

Oh-hon ! for somebody!

Oh-hey! for somebody!
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody.
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,

O, sweetly smile on somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody.

Oh-hon! for somebody!

Oh-hey! for somebody!
I wad do-what wad I not ?
For the sake o' somebody !

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