THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. Tune," Morag.” Loud blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young highland rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May heaven be his warden; Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon! The trees now naked groaning, RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING. Tune," M'Grigor of Rero's Lament." Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring. "Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; be lying concealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year 1788. E. *The young highland rover is supposed to be the young chevalier, Prince Charles-Edward. H 2 E Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, "O'er the past too fondly wandering, MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN. Tune, "Druimion dubh." Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heaven in warm devotion, For his weal where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Gentle night, do thou befriend me; Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa! The occasion on which this poem was written is unknown to the editor. It is an early composi tion. E. BLYTHE WAS SHE. Blythe, blythe and merry was she, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Oughtertyre grows the aik, Her looks were like a flow'r in May, Her bonnie face it was as meek The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, But Phemie was the blythest lass c. A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK. A rose-bud by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, In a' its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head, Within the bush, her covert nest She soon shall see her tender brood, So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, WHERE BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S STORMS. Tune," N. Gow's Lamentation For Abercaírny.” Where, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms Astonish'd doubly marks it beam With art's most polish'd blaze. *This song was written during the winter of 1787. Miss J. C. daughter of a friend of the bard, is the heroine. Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY. Tune, "Invercald's Reel." • Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Yestreen I met you on the moor, O Tibbie, I hae, &c. I doubt na, lass, but ye may think, But sorrow tak him that's sae mean, Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart, |