O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace
Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
Whase only faut is loving thee ?
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pity to me shown ;
A thought ungentle canna be
The thought o' Mary Morison.

R. BURN3.

149. BONNIE LESLEY.

O saw ye bonnie Lesley

As she gaed o'er the border?
She's gane, like Alexander,

To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her,

And love but her for ever ;
For nature made her what she is,

And ne'er made sic anither!

Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,

Thy subjects we, before thee;
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,

The hearts o' men adore thee.

The deil he could na scaith thee,

Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face,

And say “I canna wrang thee ! ”

The Powers aboon will tent thee;

Misfortune sha' na steer thee;
Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely

That ill they'll ne'er let near the

M

Return again, fair Lesley,

Return to Caledonie !
That we may brag we hae a lass
There's nane again sae bonnie.

R. BURNS.

150. O my Luve's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June : O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry :
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!

And fare thee weel a while ! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

R. BURNS,

151. HIGHLAND MARY. Ye banks and braes and streams around

The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

Your waters never drumlie!
There simmer first unfauld her robes,

And there the langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel

O my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade

I clasp'd her to my bosom!
'The golden hours on angel wings

Flew o'er me and my dearie ;
For dear to me as light and life

Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace

Our parting was fu' tender;
And pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder ;
But, O! fell Death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early !
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,

That wraps my Highland Mary!

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
And closed for aye the sparkling glance

That dwelt on me sae kindly ;
And mouldering now in silent dust

That heart that lo'ed me dearly !
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary.

R. BURNS.

152. AULD ROBIN GRAY.

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
And a' the warld to rest are gane,
The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e,
While my gudeman lies sound by me.

Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his

bride ; But saving a croun he had naething else beside : To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea; And the croun and the pund were baith for me.

He hadna been awa' a week but only twa,
When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown

awa;
My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea-
And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me.

My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in

his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!

My heart it said nay ; I look'd for Jamie back;
But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a

wrack ;
His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee?
Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me?

My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak;
But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to

break: They gi’ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea ; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.

I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door,
I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he-
Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.