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Said I,


They bolted on me thus, and lo!
Each ready with a plaintive whine;
“ Not half hour

Your Mother has had alms of mine."

“ That cannot be,” one answer'd, “ She is dead." Nay but I gave her pence, and she will buy you bread.”

“She has been dead, Sir, many a day.”
“Sweet Boys, you're telling me a lie;
“It was your Mother, as I say—”
And in the twinkling of an eye,

“ Come, come!" cried one; and, without more ado, Off to some other play they both together few.




(See the various Poems the Scene of which is laid upon the Banks of the

Yarrow; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton, beginning

“ Busk ye, busk ye my bonny, bonny Bride,

busk ye my winsome Marrow l»--)

From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravell’d;
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travellid;
And, when we came to Clovenford,
Then said my "winsome Marrow,'
“ Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
5. And see the Braes of Yarrow."

“Let Yarrow Folk, frae Selkirk Town,
“ Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,
“ Each Maiden to her Dwelling !
“ On Yarrow's Banks let herons feed,
“ Hares couch, and rabbits burrow!
“ But we will downwards with the Tweed,
“ Nor turn aside to Yarrow.

“ There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, “ Both lying right before us; “ And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed “ The Lintwhites sing in chorus; “ There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land “Made blithe with plough and harrow: “ Why throw away a needful day


in search of Yarrow?

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« What's Yarrow but a River bare " That glides the dark hills under? « There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder.” -Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn; My True-love sighed for sorrow; And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow!


“Oh! green,” said I, “are Yarrow's Holms, “ And sweet is Yarrow flowing ! “ Fair hangs the apple frae the rock *; “ But we will leave it growing. « O’er hilly path, and open Strath, “ We'll wander Scotland thorough;

But, though so near, we will not turn « Into the Dale of Yarrow.

« Let Beeves and home-bred Kine partake
« The sweets of Burn-mill meadow';
« The Swan on still St. Mary's Lake
“ Float double, Swan and Shadow !
« We will not see them; will not go,
To-day, nor yet to-morrow;
“ Enough if in our hearts we know
“ There's such a place as Yarrow

“ Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown!
“ It must, or we shall rue it:
“ We have a vision of our own;
“Ah! why should we undo it?
6 The treasured dreams of times long past,

We'll keep them, winsome Marrow!
“ For when we're there although 'tis fair
“ 'Twill be another Yarrow!,

* See Hamilton's Ballad as above.

" Įf Care with freezing years should come, , “ And wandering seem but folly“ Should we be loth to stir from home, “ And yet be melancholy; « Should life be dull, and spirits low, « 'Twill soothe us in our sorrow

That earth has something yet to show, “The bonny Holms of Yarrow!"

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