CHORUS.* And maun I still on Menie doat,t And bear the scorn that's in her e'e? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! II. In vain to me the cowslips blaw, In vain to me, in glen or shaw, And maun I still, &c. III. The merry ploughboy cheers his team, But life to me's a weary dream, A dream of ane that never wauks. And maun I still, &c. IV. *This chorus is part of a song composed by a gentleman in Edinburgh, a particular friend of the author's. + Menie is the common abbreviation of Mariamne. IV. The wanton coot the water skims, And maun I still, &c. V. The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, I meet him on the dewy hill. And maun I still, &c. VI. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, And maun I still, &c. VII. Come, Winter, with thine angry howl, CHORUS. CHORU S. And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hark, An' it winna let a body be.* *We cannot presume to alter any of the poems of our bard, and more especially those printed under his own direction; yet it is to be regretted that this chorus, which is not of his own composition, should be attached to these fine stanzas, as it perpetually interrupts the train of sentiment which they excite. E. SONG. SONG. Tune- ROSLIN CASTLE.' I. THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, II. The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn III. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, But round my heart the ties are bound, IV. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves! Fare well, |