I'LL AYE CA' IN BY YON TOWN.

I'LL aye ca' in by yon town,

And by yon garden green again;

I'll aye ca' in by yon town,

And see my bonnie Jean again.

There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess,

What brings me back the gate again,

But she my fairest faithfu' lass,

And stowlins we sall meet again.

She'll wander by the aiken tree,

When trystin' time draws near again; And when her lovely form I see,

O haith, she's doubly dear again.

до

call

none, shall way [know

stealthily

oak

indeed

cakes, barley

broil

Bannocks o' bear-meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley!

Wha in his wae-days

Were loyal to Charlie ?-
Wha but the lads wi'

The bannocks o' barley?

IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING.
TUNE-It was a' for our rightfu' King.

IT was a' for our rightfu' king

We left fair Scotland's strand;

It was a' for our rightfu' king
We e'er saw Irish land,
My dear;

We e'er saw Irish land.

Now a' is done that men can do,

And a' is done in vain ;

My love and native land farewell,
For I maun cross the main,
My dear;

For I maun cross the main.

He turned him right, and round about

who, sad

must

Upon the Irish shore;

And gae his bridle-reins a shake,

gave

With adieu for evermore,

My dear;

With adieu for evermore.

THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT.

OH, I am come to the low countrie,

Och-on, och-on, och-rie !

Without a penny in my purse,

To buy a meal to me.

First shore her wi' a kindly kiss,
And ca' another gill, jo;

And gin she take the thing amiss,
E'en let her flyte her fill, jo.

O steer her up, and be na blate,
And gin she take it ill, jo,

Then lea'e the lassie till her fate,
And time nae langer spill, jo:

Ne'er break you heart for ae rebute,
But think upon it still, jo;

Then gin the lassie winna do't,

Ye'll fin' anither will, jo.

woeful

wrong

stir, keep, going

if, won't

approach

if

scold

bashful

no longer

one repulse

another

WEE WILLIE GRAY.

WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,

Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket;

The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet,
The rose upon the brier will be him trouse and doublet.

Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,

Twice a lilie flower will be him sark and cravat;

Feathers of a flie wad feather up his bonnet,
Feathers of a flie wad feather up his bonnet.

shirt fly

THERE was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass,
And she loed her bonnie laddie dear,
Till war's loud alarms stole her laddie frae her arms,
Wi' monie a sigh and a tear.

loved

from

many

Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a stranger to fear;

And nought could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonnie lass he loed sae dear.

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