CALEDONIA.

TUNE-"The Caledonian Hunt's delight."

THERE was once a day-but old Time then was

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That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung,

(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine ?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign, And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.

A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war,

The pride of her kindred the heroine grew: Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore, "Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!"

With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn ;
But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
Her darling amusement the hounds and the horn.

Long quiet she reign'd; till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand :*
Repeated, successive, for many long years,

They darken'd the air and they plunder'd the land;

*The Romans.

Caledonia.

Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry, They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside; She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly— The daring invaders they fled or they died.

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The fell harpy-raven took wing from the north, The scourge of the seas and the dread of the shore ;*

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The wild Scandinavian boar issued forth

To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:+ O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, No arts could appease them, no arms could repel; But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd,

As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell.‡

The Cameleon-savage disturb'd her repose,
With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife;
Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose,

And robb'd him at once of his hopes and hi slife ;§ The Anglian lion, the terror of France,

Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance,

He learned to fear in his own native wood.

Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:

The two famous battles in which the Danes or Norwegians were defeated.

§ The Highlanders of the Isles.

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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.*

MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.

TUNE-" Druimion Dubh.”

["I composed these verses out of compliment to a Mrs. MacLachlan, whose husband is an officer in the East Indies."-Burns.]

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
Yielding late to nature's law,
Whisp'ring spirits round my pillow
Talk of him that's far awa'.

Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear,

*This singular figure of poetry refers to the famous proposition of Pythagoras, the 47th of Euclid. In a right-angled triangle the square of the hypothenuse is always equal to the squares of the two other sides.

Bonnie Ann.

Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear.

Gentle night, do thou befriend me;
Downy sleep the curtain draw;

Spirits kind again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa'.

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BONNIE ANN.

TUNE-"Ye gallants bright."

["I composed this song out of compliment to Miss Ann Masterton, the daughter of my friend Allan Masterton, the author of the air Strathallan's Lament, and two or three others in this work (Johnson's Scots Musical Museum)."-Burns.]

YE gallants bright, I rede ye right,
Beware o' bonnie Ann:

Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,
Your heart she will trepan.

Her een sae bright, like stars by night,

Her skin is like the swan;

Sae jimply lac'd her genty waist,
That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, grace, an' love attendant move,
An' pleasure leads the van:

In a' their charms an' conquering arms,
They wait on bonnie Ann.

The captive bands may chain the hands,

But love enslaves the man;

Ye gallants braw, I rede ye a',
Beware o' bonnie Ann!

HOW CAN I BE BLITHE AND GLAD?
TUNE-"The bonnie lad that's far awa'."

OH how can I be blithe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonnie lad that I lo❜e best
Is owre the hills and far awa'?

When the bonnie lad that I lo'e best
Is owre the hills and far awa'?

It's no the frosty winter wind,
It's no the driving drift an' snaw;
But aye the tear comes in my e'e,
To think on him that's far awa'.
But aye the tear comes in my e'e,
To think on him that's far awa'.

My father pat me frae his door,
My friends they ha'e disown'd me a',
But I ha'e ane will tak' my part,
The bonnie lad that's far awa'.
But I ha'e ane will tak' my part,
The bonnie lad that's far awa'.