BONIE LESLEY.

TUNE 'THE COLLIER'S BONIE DOCHTER.'

O SAW ye bonie Lesley

As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander,

To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her,

And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And ne'er made sic anither!

Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee:
Thou art divine, Fair Lesley,

The hearts o' men adore thee.

The Deil he could na scaith thee,

Or aught that wad belang thee; He'd look into thy bonie face,

And say, 'I canna wrang thee.'

The Powers aboon will tent thee; Misfortune sha'na steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely, That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.

Return again, Fair Lesley,

Return to Caledonie !

That we may brag, we hae a lass

There's nane again sae bonie.

AMANG THE TREES.

TUNE THE KING OF FRANCE, HE RADE A RACE.'

AMANG the trees where humming bees
At buds and flowers were hinging, O
Auld Caledon drew out her drone,
And to her pipe was singing; O
'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspey, or Reels,
She dirl❜d them aff fu' clearly, O
When there cam a yell o' foreign squeels,
That dang her tapsalteerie, O-

Their capon craws and queer ha ha's,
They made our lugs grow eerie; O
The hungry bike did scrape and pike
Till we were wae and weary: 0-
But a royal ghaist wha ance was cas'd
A prisoner aughteen year awa,

He fir'd a fiddler in the north

That dang them tapsalteerie, O.

WHEN FIRST I CAME TO STEWART KYLE.

TUNE-'I HAD A HORSE AND I HAD NAE MAIR.'

WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle,

My mind it was na steady,

Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,
A mistress still I had aye:

But when I came roun' by Mauchline town,
Not dreadin' onie body,

My heart was caught before I thought,
And by a Mauchline lady.

ON SENSIBILITY.

TO MY DEAR AND MUCH HONOURED FRIEND, MRS. DUNLOP, OF DUNLOP.

AIR-SENSIBILITY.'

SENSIBILITY, how charming,

Thou, my friend, canst truly tell;
But distress, with horrors arming,
Thou hast also known too well!

Fairest flower, behold the lily,
Blooming in the sunny ray:
Let the blast sweep o'er the valley,
See it prostrate on the clay.

Hear the wood-lark charm the forest,
Telling o'er his little joys;
Hapless bird! a prey the surest

To each pirate of the skies.

Dearly bought the hidden treasure
Finer feelings can bestow;
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY.

TUNE-GALLA WATER.'

ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,

Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

When o'er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy ;
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

Were I a Baron proud and high,

And horse and servants waiting ready, Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,

The sharin't wi' Montgomerie's Peggy.

ON A BANK OF FLOWERS.

ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
For summer lightly drest,
The youthful blooming Nelly lay,
With love and sleep opprest;

When Willie, wand'ring thro' the wood,
Who for her favour oft had sued;

He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd,
And trembled where he stood.

Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd,
Were seal'd in soft repose;

Her lips, still as she fragrant breath'd,
It richer dy'd the rose.

The springing lilies sweetly prest,
Wild-wanton kiss'd her rival breast;
He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd,
His bosom ill at rest.

Her robes, light waving in the breeze,
Her tender limbs embrace!
Her lovely form, her native ease,
All harmony and grace!

Tumultuous tides his pulses roll,

A faltering ardent kiss he stole ;

He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd, And sigh'd his very soul.

As flies the partridge from the brake

On fear-inspired wings;

So Nelly, starting, half awake,
Away affrighted springs :

But Willie follow'd-as he should,
He overtook her in the wood :

He vow'd, he pray'd, he found the maid
Forgiving all, and good.