Shall a' be blythely singing, And every flower be springing. Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, When by his mighty warden My youth's returned to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon."

THE WOODLARK.

Tune" Where'll bonnie Annie lie.*

Or, "Loch-Erroch Side."

O STAY, Sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A helpless lover courts thy lay,

Thy soothing fond complaining.

Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art
For surely that wad touch her heart,
Wha kills me wi' disdaining.

Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd,
Sic notes o' woe could wanken.

Thou tells o' never-ending care;
O' speechless grief, and dark despair!
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair?
Or my poor heart is broken!

THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY. THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity

That he from our lasses should wander awa; For he's bonnie and braw, weel-favour'd with And his hair has a natural buckle and a'. His coat is the hue of his bonnet sae blue;

His fecket + is white as the new-driven snaw ; His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,

And his clear siller buckles they dazzle us a.'
His coat is the hue, &c.

For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;
Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel mounted

and braw;

But chiefly the siller, that gars him gang till her, The pennie's the jewel that beautifies a'..... There's Meg wi' the mailin, that fain wad a haen him,

And Susy whase daddy was Laird o' the ha';

The young Highland rover is supposed to be the young Chevalier, Prince Charles Edward † An under-waistcoat with sleeves,

Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild woods thickening green;
The fragrant birch, the hawthorn hoar,
Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
The flowers sprung wanton to be prest,

The birds sung love on every spray;
Till too, too soon the glowing west
Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.

Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care;
Time but the impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear
My Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?*

TRUE HEARTED WAS HE.
Tune" Bonnie Dundee."

TRUx hearted was he, the sad swain o' the
Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks o' the
Ayr,

But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,

Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair; To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over : To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain, Grace, beauty and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

O fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning,
And sweet is the lily at evening close;
But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie,
Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.
Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;

Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: And still to her charms she alone is a stranger, Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.

WANDERING WILLIE.

Tune-" Here awa, there awa."

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie! Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame! Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie;

Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again.

| Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of year

bers!

How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows ! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my Here awa, &c.

But, oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Naanis,
Flow still between us, thou dark heaving main!
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my sin!
Here awa, &c.

WAE IS MY HEART.

WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee;}
Lang, lang joy's been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

Love thou hast sorrows; and sair hae I proved:
Love thou hast pleasures; and deep hae I loved ;
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my
breast,

I can feel by its throbbings will soon be at rest.

O if I were, where happy I hae been ; '
Down by yon stream and yon bonnie castle green:
For there he is wand'ring and musing on me,
Wha wad soon dry the tear frae his Phillis's se

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN.

WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minais To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang, He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O' dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! ̧ Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers; I never can please him, do a' that I can ;

ing;

Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee: Welcome now, summer, and welcome, my Willie ; The summer to nature, and Willie to me.

Here awa, &c.

To Mary Campbell, one of Burns's earliest and most beloved mistresses, a dairy-maid in the neighbourhood of Mossgiel.-See farther particulars in the Life,

O, dool on the day, I met wi' an auld man! ̧
Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;
I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart
break him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan
Bad luck on the pennie, fe,