Our humble cot and hamely fare, Ye freely shall partake o't; She gazed she redden'd like a rose The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame, And find thee still true-hearted; And mair we'se ne'er be parted. For gold the merchant ploughs the main, But glory is the sodger's prize, THE BANKS OF NITH. Tune-" Robie Donna Gorach.” THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where Cummins ance had high command: When shall I see that honoured land, That winding stream I love so dear! How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom! "Burns, I have been informed," says a clergyman My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame of Dumfriesshire, in a letter to Mr. George Thomson, editor of Select Melodies of Scotland," was one sum: There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. mer evening in the inn at Brownhill, with a couple of friends, when a poor way-worn soldier passed the win dow. Of a sudden it struck the poet to call him in. Now life is a burden that bows me down, and get the recital of his adventures; after hearing which, he all at once fell into one of those fits of ab. Since I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; straction, not unusual to him. He was lifted to the But till my last moments my words are the region where he had his garland and his singing-robes about him, and the result was this admirable song he sent you for The Mill, Mill, O.'" same, There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. THE STOWN GLANCE O' KINDNESS. | The birdies dowie moaning, 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, Thy soothing fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, Say, was thy little mate unkind, Thou tells o' never-ending care; 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.' For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin; 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, There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his -But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'. But weel the watching lover marks THE TOCHER FOR ME. Tune-" Balinamona Ora." AWA wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher; the nice THERE WAS ONCE A DAY. Tune-" Caledonian Hunt's Delight." THERE was once a day, but old Time then was young, 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 to do what she would: Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign, Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, The birds sung love on every spray; Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?* TRUE HEARTED WAS HE. TRUx hearted was he, the sad swain o' the And fair are the maids on the banks o' the 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, 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, WAE IS MY HEART. WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee;} Love thou hast sorrows; and sair hae I proved: I can feel by its throbbings will soon be at rest. O if I were, where happy I hae been ; ' 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 ; WINTER Winds blew loud and cauld at our part-He's peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows, 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! ̧ My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan |