The Cameleon-savage disturbed her repose,
With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;
Provoked beyond bearing, at last she arose,

And robbed him at once of his hopes and his life:
The Anglian lion, the terror of France,

Oft prowling, ensanguined the Tweed's silver flood: But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance,

He learned to fear in his own native wood.

Thus bold, independent, unconquered, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
For brave Caledonia immortal must be ;

I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:
Rectangle-triangle the figure we'll choose,

The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;

But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;

Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.

O WHA IS SHE THAT LOES ME?

TUNE-Morag.

O WHA is she that loes me,

And has my heart a keeping?

O sweet is she that loes me,

As dews o' simmer weeping,

In tears the rose-buds steeping!

O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer ;

O that's the queen o' womankind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her.

If thou shalt meet a lassie

In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,

Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming;

O that's the lassie, &c.

who

loves

even

SO such

O WHARE DID YOU GET?

TUNE-Bonnie Dundee.

O WHARE did you get that hauver meal bannock?
O silly blind body, O dinna ye see?

I gat it frae a brisk young sodger laddie,
Between St Johnston and bonnie Dundee.
O gin I saw the laddie that gae me't!

Aft has he doudled me upon his knee;
May Heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie,
And send him safe hame to his babio and me!

My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie,

My blessin's upon thy bonnie ee-bree!
Thy smiles are sae like my blithe sodger laddie,
Thou's aye the dearer and dearer to me!
But I'll big a bower on yon bonnie banks,
Where Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear;
And I'll cleed thee in the tartan sae fine,
And mak thee a man like thy daddie dear.

I AM MY MAMMY'S AE BAIRN.
TUNE-I'm owre young to Marry yet.

I AM my mammy's ae bairn,
Wi' unco folk I weary, sir;

And if I live in your house,

I'm fley'd 'twill make me eerie, sir.
I'm owre young to marry yet;
I'm owre young to marry yet;
I'm owre young-'twad be a sin

To tak me frae my mammy yet.

Hallowmas is come and gane,

The nights are lang in winter, sir; And you and I in wedlock's bands,

In troth, I dare na venture, sir.

Fu' loud and shrill the frosty wind
Blaws through the leafless timmer, sir;
But if ye come this gate again,
I'll aulder be gin simmer, sir.

I'm owre young to marry yet;
I'm owre young to marry yet;
I'm owre young-'twad be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet.

one

strange

afraid, gloomy

too

'twould from

All Hallows, gone

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.
TUNE-Cold blows the Wind.

CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;

Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

long

not

blows, timber way

older in summer

cold blows

sore

TUNE-Duncan Davison.

THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
And she held o'er the moors to spin;
There was a lad that followed her,
They ca'd him Duncan Davison.

called

went

The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
Her favour Duncan could na win;

For wi' the rock she wad him knock,
And aye she shook the temper-pin.*

As o'er the moor they lightly foor,

A burn was clear, a glen was green, Upon the banks they eased their shanks, And aye she set the wheel between : But Duncan swore a haly aith,

That Meg should be a bride the morn, Then Meg took up her spinnin' graith, And flang them a' out o'er the burn. We'll big a house-a wee, wee house,

And we will live like king and queen,

Sae blithe and merry we will be

When ye set by the wheel at e'en.
A man may drink and no be drunk;
A man may fight and no be slain;
A man may kiss a bonnie lass,
And aye be welcome back again.

THE PLOUGHMAN.

THE ploughman he's a bonnie lad,
His mind is ever true, Jo,

His garters knit below his knee,

His bonnet it is blue, Jo.

Then up wi't a', my ploughman lad,
And hey my merry ploughman;

Of a' the trades that I do ken,
Commend me to the ploughman.

tedious, proud

distaff, would

A long screw used to tighten the band on the wheel.

went

legs

holy oath

furniture

flung

build

know

I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been at St Johnston;
The bonniest sight that e'er I saw,
Was the ploughman laddie dancin'.
Up wi't, &c.

Snaw-white stockins on his legs,
And siller buckles glancin';

A guid blue bonnet on his head,
And oh, but he was handsome.
Up wi't, &c.

have

snow silver

good

MY HOGGIE.

WHAT will I do gin my hoggie die,

My joy, my pride, my hoggie?

My only beast, I had nae mae,
And oh, but I was vogie.

The lee-lang night we watched the fauld,
Me and my faithfu' doggie,

We heard nought but the roaring linn,
Amang the braes sae scroggie.

But the howlet cried frae the castle wa',
The blutter frae the boggie,

The tod replied upon the hill

I trembled for my hoggie.

When day did daw and cocks did craw,

The morning it was foggie,

An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke,
And maist has killed my hoggie.

if, young sheep

no more vain

livelong, fold

cascade

full of stunted bushes

FIRST WHEN MAGGY WAS MY CARE.

TUNE-Whistle o'er the Lave o't.

FIRST when Maggy was my care,
Heaven I thought was in her air;
Now we're married-speir na mair→
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Bonnie Meg was Nature's child;
Wiser men than me's beguiled-

Whistle o'er the lave o't.

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we 'gree,
I care na by how few may see-
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

Wha I wish were maggots' meat,
Dished up in her winding-sheet,

I could write-but Meg maun see't-
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

ask no more

rest

agree care not

who

must