Come through the heather, around him gather, For wha'll be King but Charlie? The Highland clans, wi' sword in hand, Come through the heather, &c. The Lowlands a,' baith great and sma', Come through the heather, &c. There's ne'er a lass in a' the land, Come through the heather, &c. Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, Come through the heather, &c. KELVIN GROVE. JOHN LYLE. TUNE-Kelvin Grove. LET us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O; Where the rose in all its pride Decks the hollow dingle's side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O. We will wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O, Of the lofty waterfall, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O. Then we'll up to yonder glade, bonnie lassie, O, We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, bonnie lassie, O. Ah! I soon must bid adieu, bonnie lassie, O, To the fragrant-scented brier, E'en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O. For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonnie lassie, O, Wakes the warblers from the spray, From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O. And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, O, Of thy lover on his bier, To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie? O.* * Kelvin Grove is a beautifully wooded dell, about two miles from Glasgow, forming a sort of lovers' walk for the lads and lasses of that city. BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER. SIR WALTER SCOTT. TUNE-Blue Bonnets over the Border. MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, All the blue bonnets are over the Border. Mount and make ready, then, sons of the mountain glen; Fight for your Queen and the old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing; Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing; Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, and march in good order. England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the Border. COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE. TUNE-Gin a Body meet a Body. GIN a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry ? Ev'ry lassie has her laddie, Yet a' the lads they smile at me, But whaur his hame or what his name, Gin a body meet a body, But whaur his hame, or what his name, THE YEAR THAT'S AWA. MR DUNLOP.† TUNE-The Year that's awa. HERE'S to the year that's awa! We will drink it in strong and in sma'; And here's to ilk, &c. Here's to the sodger who bled, And the sailor who bravely did fa'; * An improved and purified modern version of an old song, which Burns inserted, with some variations of his own, in the fifth volume of the Musical Museum. † Late Collector at the Custom-house of Port Glasgow, and father of Mr Dunlop, author of The History of Fiction. Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled that's awa. On the wings of the year Here's to the friend we can trust, When the storms of adversity blaw; May they live in our song, and be nearest our hearts, TUNE-Hurrah for the Bonnets o' Blue. HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish for good luck to our cause, It's guid to be honest and true; Hurrah for the bonnets of blue! Hurrah for the bonnets of blue! Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's freedom to him that would read, Here's freedom to him that would write; There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they whom the truth wad indite. |