By allan Stream J chanced to Rove.

The haunt o' Spring's the primrose brae,

The Simmer joys the Aocks to follow; How cheery, through her shortening day,

Is Autumn in her weeds o' yellow! But can they melt the glowing heart,

Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, Or through each nerve the rapture dart,

Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure ?

YE banks and braes o' bonny Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae weary, fu'o' care !

Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,

That wantons through the flowering thorn : Thou minds me o departed joys,

Departed-never to return !

Oft hae I roved by bonny Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi’ lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,

Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause luver stole my rose,

But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonny blue are the sunny skies;
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The evening gilds the ocean's swell;
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,

And I rejoice in my bonny Bell.

The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,
And yellow Autumn presses near,
Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
Till smiling Spring again appear.
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old Time and Nature their changes tell,
But never ranging, still unchanging,

I adore my bonny Bell.

2 D

Coming through the Rye.

TUNE-"Coming through the Rye.”

Coming through the rye, poor body,

Coming through the rye, She draiglet a’ her petticoatie,

Coming through the rye.

O Jenny's a' wat, poor body,

Jenny's seldom dry;
She draiglet a' her petticoatie,

Coming through the rye.

Gin a body meet a body

Coming through the rye; Gin a body kiss a body

Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body

Coming through the glen;
Gin a body kiss a body--

Need the warld ken ?