To the streamlet winding clear,

To the fragrant-scented brier,

E'en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, Q.

For the frowns of fortune low'r, bonnie lassie, O,
On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, O:
Ere the golden orb of day,

Wakes the warblers from the spray, From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O.

And when on a distant shore, bonnie lassie, O, Should I fall 'midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O, Wilt thou, Helen, when you hear

Of thy lover on his bier,

To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie ? O.⚫

BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER. SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Tune-"Blue Bonnets over the Border."

MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order?

March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale ;

All the blue bonnets are over the Border. Many a banner spread flutters above your head; Many a crest that is famous in story: Mount and make ready, then, sons of the mountain glen;

Fight for your Queen and the old Scottish glory.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing;

Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing; Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, and march in good order. England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the Border.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE.

Tune--" Gin a Body meet a Body.
GIN a body meet a body

Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Ev'ry lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, hae I!
Yet a' the lads they smile at me,
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysell;

But whaur his hame, or what his name,
I dinna care to tell.

• Kelvin Grove is a beautifully wooded dell, about two miles from Glasgow, forming a sort of lovers' walk for the lads and lasses of that city.

Hey, the dusty miller,
And his dusty sack!
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck;
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller:

I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty miller.

THE WEARY PUND O' TOW.

FROM RECITATION.

Tune-" The weary pund o' tow.". 1 BOUGHT my wife a stane o' lint

As good as ere did grow,
And a' that she could make o' that
Was ae weary pund o' tow.
The weary pund, the weary pund,
The weary pund o' tow,

I thought my wife would end her life
Before she span her tow.

I lookit to my yarn-nag,
And it grew never mair;
I lookit to my beef-stand-
My heart grew wonder sair ;
I lookit to my meal-boat,

And O, but it was howe!
I think my wife will end her life

Afore she spin her tow.

But if your wife and my wife
Were in a boat thegither,
And yon other man's wife

Were in to steer the ruther;
And if the boat were bottomless,
And seven mile to row,

I think they'd ne'er come hame again, To spin the pund o' tow!

KEEP THE COUNTRY, BONNIE
LASSIE.

Tune" Keep the Country, bonnie Lassie."

KEEP the country, bonnie lassie,

Keep the country, keep the country;
Keep the country, bonnie lassie;
Lads will a' gie gowd for ye:

Gowd for ye, bonnie lassie, Gowd for ye, gowd for ye: Keep the country, bonuie lassie ; Lads will a' gie gowd for ye.

HAP AND ROW THE FEETIE O'T.

WILLIAM CREECH.

Tune" Hap and Rowe the Feetle o't."
We'll hap and row, we'll hap and row,
We'll hap and row the feetie o't.
It is a wee bit weary thing:
I downa bide the greetie o't.

AND we pat on the wee bit pan,
To boil the lick o' meatie o't;
A cinder fell and spoil'd the plan,
And burnt a' the feetie o't.
We'll hap and row, &c.

Fu' sair it grat, the puir wee brat,
And aye it kicked the feetie o't,
Till, puir wee elf, it tired itself;
And then began the sleepie o't.
We'll hap and row, &c.

The skirling brat nae parritch gat,
When it gaed to the sleepie o't;
It's waesome true, instead o' t's mou',
They're round about the feetie o't.
We'll hap and row, &c.

THE LANDART LAIRD.

THERE lives a landart laird in Fife,
And he has married a dandily wife:
She wadna shape, nor yet wad she sew,

But sit wi' her cummers, and fill hersell fu'.

She wadna spin, nor yet wad she card;
But she wad sit and crack wi' the laird.
Sae he is doun to the sheep-fauld,
And cleekit a wethert by the spauld.

He's whirled aff the gude wether's skin,
And wrapped the dandily lady therein.
"I downa pay you, for your gentle kin;
But weel may I skelp my wether's skin.§

! JUMPIN' JOHN

Tune- Jumpin' John."

HER daddie forbade, her minnie forbade ; Forbidden she wadna be.

She wadna trow't, the browst she brewed,
Wad taste sae bitterlie.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie;
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie.

A gentleman long at the head of the bookselling trade in Edinburgh, and who had been Lord Provost of the city. A volume of his miscellaneous prose es

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Fugitive Pieces." He was not only remarkable for his literary accomplishments, but also for his conver sational powers, which were such as to open to him the society of the highest literary men of his day.