Hurrah for the bonnets of blue ! Hurrah for the bonnets of blue! It's guid to be wise, to be honest and true, MCLEAN'S INVITATION TO PRINCE HOGG. COME o'er the stream, Charlie, dear Charlie, brave Charlie, 1; Come o'er the stream, Charlie, and dine wi' M‹Lean : And, though you be weary, we'll make your heart cheery, And welcome our Charlie and his loyal train. We'll bring down the track-deer, we'll bring down the black steer, The lamb from the bucht and the doe from the glen; The salt sea we'll harry, and bring to our Charlie, The cream from the bothy, and curd from the pen. And you shall drink freely the dews of Glen-sheerly, If aught will invite you, or more will delight you, ten. *Altered by a modern hand, from a well-known song by Burns. OH! DINNA ASK ME GIN I LO'E YE. TUNE-Gin a Body meet a Body. OH! dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee; Troth, I darna tell: Dinna ask me gin I lo❜e ye; Oh! dinna look sae sair at me, For weel ye ken me true; When ye gang to yon braw braw town, O, dinna, Jamie, look at them, For I could never bide the lass, BEWARE O' BONNIE ANN. BURNS. YE gallants braw, I rede ye right, Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Sae jimply laced, her genty waist, Youth, grace, and love, attendant move, In a' their charms, and conquering arms, The captive bands may chain the hands, "WHY weep ye by the tide, ladye- But aye she loot the tears down fa', "Now let this wilful grief be done, But ay she loot the tears down fa', *Written in compliment to Miss Ann Masterton, daughter of the author's friend, Allan Masterton, the "Allan" of " Willy brewed a peck o' Maut.' Miss Masterton afterwards became the wife of John Derbyshire, Esq. surgeon in London. "A chain o' gold ye sall not lack, For Jock o' Hazeldean. The kirk was decked at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, She's o'er the border, and awa THE LORD'S MARIE. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. THE Lord's Marie has keppit her locks And she has put on her net-silk hose, "O whare gat ye that leal maiden, Sae jimpy-laced and sma? The first stanza of this ballad is ancient. The rest was written for Albyn's Anthology, a collection of Highland airs by Alexander Campbell. O whare gat ye that young damsel, Wha dings our lassies a'? O whare gat ye that bonnie bonnie lass, O here's ae drap o' the damask wine, Fou white white was her bonnie neck, "Play me up Sweit Marie,'" I cried; And loud the piper blew : But the fiddler played ay struntum strum, “Here's thy kind health i̇' the ruddie-red wine, Her lips were a cloven hinnie-cherrie, Her locks, ower alabaster brows, And, O! her hinnie breath lift her locks, As through the dance she flew; While love lauched in her bonnie blue een, And dwalt on her comely mou. "Lowse hings your broidered gowd garter, She, trembling, lift her silky hand |