Wi' Caledonian sympathy, They bore him kindly on the way, Until they reach'd a cottage bein, They tauld the case, were welcom'd inThe rousin' fire, the cordial drop, Restor'd him soon to life and hope; Fond raptures beam'd in Towser's eye, An' antic gambols spake his joy.

Wha reads this simple tale may see The worth of sensibility,

And learn frae it to be humane-
In Towser's life he sav'd his ain.

GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA'.

'Gloomy winter's now awa',

Saft the westlin' breezes blaw,
'Mang the birks o' Stanley-shaw

The mavis sings fu' cheery, O!
Sweet the crawflower's early bell
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonnie sel',
My young, my artless dearie, O!

Come, my lassie, let us stray
O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
Blithely spend the gowden day

'Midst joys that never weary, O! Towering o'er the Newton woods, Laverocks fan the snaw-white clouds, Siller saughs, wi' downy buds,

Adorn the banks sae briery, O!

Round the sylvan fairy nooks
Feath'ry breckans fringe the rocks,
'Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheery, O!
Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
Flowers may bloom and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna bring,

Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O!

LOUDOUN'S BONNIE WOODS AND
BRAES.

"Loudoun's bonnie woods and braes,
I maun lea' them a', lassie;
Wha can thole when Britain's faes
Wad gi'e Britons law, lassie?
Wha would shun the field o' danger?
Wha frae fame wad live a stranger?
Now when Freedom bids avenge her,
Wha wad shun her ca', lassie?

Loudoun's bonnie woods and braes
Hae seen our happy bridal days,
And gentle hope shall soothe thy waes
When I am far awa', lassie."

"Hark! the swelling bugle sings,

Yielding joy to thee, laddie, But the dolefu' bugle brings

Waefu' thoughts to me, laddie. Lanely I maun climb the mountain, Lanely stray beside the fountain, Still the weary moments countin', Far frae love and thee, laddie. O'er the gory fields of war,

Where vengeance drives his crimson car, Thou'lt maybe fa', frae me afar,

And nane to close thy e'e, laddie."

"O! resume thy wonted smile!

O! suppress thy fears, lassie!
Glorious honour crowns the toil

That the soldier shares, lassie;
Heaven will shield thy faithful lover
Till the vengeful strife is over,
Then we'll meet nae mair to sever,

Till the day we die, lassie;
'Midst our bonnie woods and braes
We'll spend our peaceful, happy days,
As blithe's yon lightsome lamb that plays
On Loudoun's flowery lea, lassie."

MIDGES DANCE ABOON THE BURN.

The midges dance aboon the burn;
The dews begin to fa';

The pairtricks down the rushy holm
Set up their e'ening ca'.

Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang
Rings through the briery shaw,
While flitting gay, the swallows play
Around the castle wa'.

Beneath the golden gloaming sky

The mavis mends her lay;

The redbreast pours his sweetest strains
To charm the ling'ring day;
While weary yeldrins seem to wail

Their little nestlings torn,

The merry wren, frae den to den,
Gaes jinking through the thorn.

The roses fauld their silken leaves, The foxglove shuts its bell;

The honeysuckle and the birk

Spread fragrance through the dell.

Let others crowd the giddy court

Of mirth and revelry,

The simple joys that Nature yields Are dearer far to me.

JESSIE, THE FLOWER O' DUMBLANE.

The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloamin' To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane.

Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheery,

Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw; Now naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary,

And naething is seen but the wide-spreading

snaw.

The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie,

They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as

they flee,

And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,

"Tis winter wi' them, and 'tis winter wi' me.

som, And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green; Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom, Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane.

She's modest as ony, and blythe as she's bonny; For guileless simplicity marks her its ain; And far be the villain, divested of feeling,

Wha'd blight, in its bloom, the sweet flower o' Dumblane.

Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening,

Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen; Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane.

How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie,
The sports o' the city seem'd foolish and vain;
I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie,
Till charm'd wi' sweet Jessie, the flower o'
Dumblane.

Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur,
Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain;
And reckon as naething the height o' its splen-
dour,

If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane.

THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER.

Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi' snaw; How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover

Amang the broom bushes by Stanley-green shaw:

The wild flowers o' summer were spread a' sae bonnie,

The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear

Johnnie,

And now it is winter wi' nature and me.

mountain,

And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae; While down the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain,

That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and me. "Tis no its loud roar on the wintry winds swellin', "Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears i' my e'e, For, O! gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan', The dark days o' winter were summer to me!

GOOD NIGHT, AND JOY.

The evening sun's gaen down the west,
The birds sit nodding on the tree;
All nature now prepares for rest,

But rest prepared there's none for me.
The trumpet sounds to war's alarms,
The drums they beat, the fifes they play,-
Come, Mary, cheer me wi' thy charms,
For the morn I will be far away.

Good night, and joy-good night, and joy,
Good night, and joy be wi' you a';
For since it's so that I must go,
Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!

I grieve to leave my comrades dear,
I mourn to leave my native shore;
To leave my aged parents here,

And the bonnie lass whom I adore.
But tender thoughts maun now be hushed,
When danger calls I must obey,
The transport waits us on the coast,
And the morn I will be far away.
Good night, and joy, &c.

Adieu, dear Scotia's sea-beat coast!
Though bleak and drear thy mountains be,
When on the heaving ocean tost

I'll cast a wishful look to thee!
And now, dear Mary, fare thee well,

May Providence thy guardian be!

Awa, ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang,
Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee!
They'll sing you yet a canty sang,
Then, O! in pity, let them be!

Thou bonny wood, &c.

When winter blaws in sleety showers
Frae aff the Norlan' hills sae hie,
He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers,

As laith to harm a flower in thee.
Thou bonny wood, &c.

Though Fate should drag me south the line.
Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea;

The happy hours I'll ever mind
That I, in youth, hae spent in thee.
Thou bonny wood, &c.

THE LAMENT OF WALLACE,

AFTER THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK.

Thou dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see, To me thou canst never give pleasure again, My brave Caledonians lie low on the lea,

And thy streams are deep tinged with the blood of the slain.

Ah! base-hearted treach'ry has doom'd our un

doing,-

My poor bleeding country, what more can I do? Even valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin, And freedom beholds her best warriors laid low. Farewell, ye dear partners of peril! farewell!

Tho' buried ye lie in one wide bloody grave,

Your deeds shall ennoble the place where ye fell, And your names be enrolled with the sons of the brave.

But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander,
Perhaps, like a traitor, ignobly must die!
On thy wrongs, O my country! indignant I
ponder,-

Ah! woe to the hour when thy Wallace must fly!

THE BRAES O' BALQUHITHER.

Let us go, lassie, go,

To the braes o' Balquhither, Where the blaeberries grow

'Mang the bonnie Highland heather; Where the deer and the rae,

Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer day
On the braes o' Balquhither.

I will twine thee a bower
By the clear siller fountain,
And I'll cover it o'er

Wi' the flowers o' the mountain; I will range through the wilds, And the deep glens sae dreary, And return wi' their spoils

To the bower o' my dearie.

When the rude wintry win'

Idly raves round our dwelling, And the roar of the linn

On the night breeze is swelling; So merrily we'll sing,

As the storm rattles o'er us, Till the dear shieling ring

Wi' the light lilting chorus.

Now the summer is in prime,
Wi' the flow'rs richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A' the mooglands perfuming;
To our dear native scenes

Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.

CLEAN PEASE-STRAE.

When John an' me were married
Our haudin' was but sma',
For my minnie, canker't carlin,
Would gie us nocht ava;

I wair't my fee wi' canny care,

As far as it would gae,
But weel I wat, our bridal bed
Was clean pease-strae.

Wi' workin' late an' early

We're come to what ye see,

For fortune thrave aneath our hands,
Sae eident aye were we:
The lowe o' luve made labour light,
I'm sure you'll find it sae,
When kind ye cuddle down at e'en

'Mang clean pease-strae.

The rose blooms gay on cairny brae, As weel's in birken shaw,

An' luve will lowe in cottage low,

As weel's in lofty ha'.

Sae, lassie, take the lad ye like,

Whate'er your minnie say,

Tho' ye should make your bridal bed O' clean pease-strae.

THE DEAR HIGHLAND LADDIE.

Blythe was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O,

Happy were the days when we herded thegither, O, Sweet were the hours when he row'd me in his plaidie, O,

And vow'd to be mine, my dear Highland laddie, O.

But, ah! wae's me! wi' their sodgering sae gaudy, O,

The laird's wys'd awa' my braw Highland laddie,O, Misty are the glens and the dark hills sae

cloudy, O,

That aye seem'd sae blythe wi' my dear High

land laddie, O.

Fareweel, Glenfeoch, my mammy and my daddie, 0,

I will leave you a' for my dear Highland laddie, O.

O, ARE YE SLEEPING, MAGGIE?

O, are ye sleepin', Maggie?

O, are ye sleepin', Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn

Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie! Mirk and rainy is the night;

No a starn in a' the carry: Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,

And winds drive on wi' winter's fury.

Fearfu' soughs the bour-tree bank;

The rifted wood roars wild and drearie;

Loud the iron yett does clank;

And cry o' howlets maks me eerie.

Aboon my breath I daurna speak,

For fear I raise your waukrife daddy; Cauld's the blast upon my cheek:

O rise, rise, my bonnie lady!

She oped the door; she let him in:

He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie; Blaw your warst, ye rain and win', Since, Maggie, now I'm in beside ye! Now, since ye're waukin', Maggie,

Now, since your waukin', Maggie, What care I for howlet's cry, For bour-tree bank and warlock craigie?

dreary, O,

Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae

clearly, O,

Silent are the rocks that echoed sae gladly, O, The wild melting strains o' my dear Highland laddie, O.

He pu'd me the crawberry, ripe frae the boggy fen, He pu'd me the strawberry, red frae the foggy glen,

He pu'd me the rowan, frae the wild steep sae giddy, O,

Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.

Fareweel, my ewes, and fareweel, my doggie, O, Fareweel, ye knowes, now sae cheerless and scroggie, 0,

BURN.

Langsyne, beside the woodland burn,

Amang the broom sae yellow,

I lean'd me 'neath the milk-white thorn,
On nature's mossy pillow;

A' round my seat the flowers were strew'd
That frae the wild wood I had pu'd,
To weave mysel' a summer snood,

To pleasure my dear fellow.

I twined the woodbine round the rose,
Its richer hues to mellow;
Green sprigs of fragrant birk I chose
To busk the sedge sae yellow.
The crow-flow'r blue, and meadow pink,
I wove in primrose-braided link;