s: Then tell me your doubts and your fears,


s: I 'll share your grief, I 'll share your joy,


s: Away to the Highlands, where Lomond is flowing,


s: Where mists and where mountains in solitude lie,


s: And where the braw red-lipp'd heather is growing,


s: And cataracts foam, as they came from the sky!


s: Though scenes of the fairest are Windsor adorning,


s: Though England's proud structures enrapture the view;


s: Yet Nature's wild grandeur, all artifice scorning,


s: Is seen 'mong our mountains so bonnie and blue.


s: Then away to the hills where Loch Lomond is flowing,


s: Benlomond is seen in his monarch-like glory,


s: His foot in the sea and his head in the sky;


s: His broad lofty brow is majestic and hoary,


s: And round him, and round him the elements fly.


s: The winds are his music, the clouds are his clothing,


s: The sun is his shield, as he wheels blazing by;


s: When once on his summit you 'd think you were soaring


s: 'Mong bright beaming stars, they are rolling so nigh!


s: I 'm away, I 'm away, like a thing that is wild,


s: With heart full of glee, as the heart of a child!


s: Afar o'er the mountains, afar o'er the stream,


s: To revel in joy 'mid the glad summer beam.


s: I leave care behind me, I throw to the wind


s: All sorrows allied to the earth-plodding mind;


s: The music of birds and the murmur of rills,


s: Shall be my companions o'er Scotia's loved hills.


s: How lucent each lake, and how lovely each dell!


s: Who would not be happy, at home let him dwell;


s: Oh, land of my fathers! Oh, home of my birth!


s: No spot seems so blest on the round rolling earth!


s: Thy wild woods so green, and thy mountains so high,


s: Seem homes of enchantment half hid in the sky!


s: Thy steep winding passes, where warriors have trod,


s: Which minstrels of yore often made their abode--


s: Where Ossian and Fingal rehearsed runic tales,


s: That echo'd aloft o'er the furze cover'd dales.


s: I 'm away, I 'm away, like a thing that is wild,


s: With heart full of glee, as the heart of a child!


s: Though a' should think me sair to blame.


s: Like brightest star where ither's shine;


s: Once more in the Highlands I wander alone,


s: Where the thistle and heather are bonnie and blown;


s: By mountain and streamlet, by cavern and glen,


s: Where echo repeats the sweet wood-notes again.


s: Give courtiers their gay-gilded halls and their grandeur,


s: Give misers their gold, all the bliss they can know;


s: But let me meet Flora, while pensive I wander--


s: Fair Flora, dear Flora! the maid of Glencoe!


s: Oh, first when we met, being handsome and gay,


s: I felt she had stole my affections away;


s: The mavis sang loud on the sweet hawthorn tree,


s: But her voice was more sweet and endearing to me.


s: The sun spread his rays of bright gold o'er the fountain,


s: The hours glided by without languor or woe,


s: As we pull'd the sweet flowers from the steep rocky mountains--


s: My blessings attend thee, sweet maid of Glencoe!


s: The glen is more rugged, the scene more sublime,


s: Now hallow'd by love, and by absence, and time!


s: And fondly resemble the thoughts of my heart,


s: Untouch'd by the cold soothing fingers of art.


s: And lo! as I gaze on the charms of my childhood,


s: Where bright in the heath-bell the dew-drops still glow,


s: A fairy-like form ushers forth from the wild wood--


s: 'Tis Flora, fair Flora! the maid of Glencoe.


s: 'Tis the fa' o' the leaf, and the cauld winds are blawin',


s: The wee birds, a' sangless, are dowie and wae;


s: The green leaf is sear, an' the brown leaf is fa'in',


s: Wan Nature lamentin' o'er simmer's decay.


s: Noo drumlie an' dark row the siller-like waters,


s: No a gowden-e'ed gowan on a' the green lea;


s: Her snell breath, wi' anger, in darkness noo scatters


s: The wee flowers, that danced to the sang o' the bee.


s: The green leaves o' simmer sing hopefu' an' cheerie,


s: When bonnie they smile in the sun's gowden ray;


s: But dowie when sear leaves in autumn winds eerie


s: Sigh, "Life, love, and beauty, as flowers ye decay."


s: How waefu' the heart, where young hopes that gather,


s: Like spring-flowers in simmer, "are a' wede awa';"


s: An' the rose-bloom o' beauty, e'er autumn winds wither,


s: Like green leaves unfaded, lie cauld in the snaw:


s: But waefu' to see, as a naked tree lanely,


s: Man shake like a wan leaf in poortith's cauld blast;


s: The last o' his kin, sighin', "Autumn is gane by,"


s: An' the wrinkles o' eild tell "his simmer is past."


s: The fire that 's blawn out, ance mair may be lighted,


s: An' a wee spark o' hope in the cauld heart may burn;


s: An' the "morning star" break on the traveller benighted,


s: An' day, wi' its fresh gushing glories, return:


s: But dool, dool the fa', when shakes the clay shielin',


s: An' the last keek o' day sets for ever in night!


s: When no ae wee star through the dark clud is stealin',


s: Through the cauld wave o' death, his dark spirit to light.


s: The spring flowers o' life, a' sae blythesome and bonnie,


s: Though wither'd and torn frae the heart far awa',


s: An' the flower we thought fadeless, the fairest o' onie,


s: May spring up again whar nae freezin' winds blaw.


s: Kin' spring 'll woo back the green "bud to the timmer,"


s: Its heart burst in blossom 'neath simmer's warm breath;


s: But when shall the warm blush o' life's faded simmer


s: Bring back the rose-bloom frae the winter o' death?


s: How kin' should the heart be, aye warm an' forgi'en,


s: When sune, like a leaf, we maun a' fade awa';


s: When life's winter day as a shadow is fleein'--


s: But simmer aye shines whar nae autumn leaves fa'!


s: Fadeless the flowers in yon Eden that blow,


s: Green, green the bowers where the still waters flow,


s: Hearts, like their garments, are pure as the snow,


s: Stars of the morning in glory ne'er set,


s: There I from sorrow for ever would rest,


s: Tears never fall in the homes of the blest,


s: Friends, there united in glory, ne'er part,


s: One is their temple, their home, and their heart,


s: The portals of pearl, such glory unfold,


s: Thought cannot image, and tongue hath not told,


s: List! what yon harpers on golden harps play;


s: Falling and frail is your cottage of clay;


s: Come to these mansions, there 's room yet for you,


s: Dwell with the Friend ever faithful and true;


s: periodicals. Some of his poetical compositions have appeared in


s: They have given the voice of England's fame


s: And the "Gathering" 'mong the hills shall be


s: And the western clouds--bright robes of heaven--


s: While, blushing, with resplendent pride,


s: Oh, thou great Source of light and power,


s: When smiles the thoughtful evening star,


s: The fields, the streams, the skies are fair,


s: And sweets are strewn where'er we rove--


s: Fair flowers, that kiss the morning beam,


s: Hang their bright tresses o'er the stream;


s: Sweet songsters lift soft airs to heaven,


s: Though the Spoiler hath cast a holier work,


s: And speaks of the wreaths he yet may win


s: But his Master declares with a sterner voice,


s: And smiled when the frowning heavens above


s: He hath perish'd beneath a smiling sky--


s: Even there are the martyrs' rugged cairns--


s: Though o'er the Light Brigade like rain,


s: And brighter glows proud England's rose,


s: Oh, love the soldier's daughter dear, &c.


s: His blood, that flow'd for thee and thine,


s: Our steel shall drink the crimson stream,


s: "They come--they come!" was the gallant cry;


s: "They come--they come!" was the loud reply;


s: We 'll dare the darkest night of death--


s: Shone England's radiant spear and plume,


s: With a daring heart and a fearless hand,


s: "Thus shall they do, thus shall they dare,


s: Still shall the valour, love, and truth,


s: I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to Kelvin's leafy shade


s: And a' that fondest heart can feel, or tongue can tell, I said;


s: But nae reply my lassie gied--I blamed the waterfa';


s: Its deavin' soun' her voice might droun'. "Oh, it cowes a'!


s: Oh, it cowes a'!" quo' I; "oh, it cowes a'!


s: I wonder how the birds can woo--oh, it cowes a'!"


s: I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to Kelvin's solemn grove,


s: Where silence in her dewy bowers hush'd a' sounds but o' love;


s: Still frae my earnest looks an' vows she turn'd her head awa';


s: Nae cheerin' word the silence heard. "Oh, this cowes a'!


s: Oh, this cowes a'!" quo' I; "oh, this cowes a'!"


s: To woo I 'll try anither way--for this cowes a'!"


s: I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to where the moonlight fell,


s: Upon a bank o' bloomin' flowers, beside the pear-tree well;


s: Say, modest moon, did I do wrang to clasp her waist sae sma',


s: And steal ae kiss o' honey'd bliss? "Oh, ye cowe a'!


s: Oh, ye cowe a'!" quo' she; "oh, ye cowe a'!


s: Ye might hae speer'd a body's leave--oh, ye cowe a'!"


s: "The gown ye hae, we 'll mak it do!" "Oh, ye cowe a'!


s: But wilfu' folk maun hae their way--oh, ye cowe a'!"


s: Oh, bonnie Nelly Brown, I will sing a song to thee;


s: Though oceans wide between us row, ye 'll aye be dear to me;


s: Oh, tell me, Nelly Brown, do you mind our youthfu' days,


s: When we ran about the burnie's side, or speel'd the gow'ny braes;


s: How often, Nelly Brown, hae we wander'd o'er the lea,


s: And in winter, Nelly Brown, when the nichts were lang an' drear,


s: We would creep down by the ingle side, some fairy tale to hear;


s: We cared nae for the snawy drift, or nippin' frost sae snell,


s: For we lived but for each other then, my ain dear Nell!


s: They tell me, Nelly Brown, that your bonnie raven hair


s: For I ne'er can think you 're changed to me, my ain dear Nell!


s: Ance mair then, Nelly Brown, I hae sung o' love and thee,


s: Though oceans wide between us row, ye 're aye the same to me,


s: As when I sigh'd my last farewell in Linton's flowery dell--


s: Oh, I ne'er can tine my love for thee, my ain dear Nell!


s: The Rev. John Macdonald, D.D., one of the most popular of Gaelic


s: I see, I see the Hirta, the land of my desire,


s: And the missionary spirit within me is on fire;


s: But needs it all--for, bristling from the bosom of the sea,


s: Those giant crags are menacing, but welcome rude to me;


s: The eye withdraws in horror from yon mountains rude and bare,


s: Where flag of green nor tree displays, nor blushes flow'ret fair.


s: It seems as, like a rocking hull, that Island of the main


s: Were shaken from its basement, and creaking with the strain!


s: Nor vain my trust! my helmsman, He who sent me, now is steering,


s: And he, believe me, has his best protection by his side


s: The birds the dash of oars was scaring--


s: Allan M'Dougall was born about the year 1750, in the district of


s: subsistence as a violinist. About the year 1790 he removed to


s: The crone's in the sulks, for she 'd fain be gaddin',


s: A wink to the girls sets her soul a-maddin',


s: If I stop at the hostel to buy me a gill,


s: Or with a good fellow a moment sit still,


s: Her fist it is clench'd, and is ready to kill,


s: She 's ailing for ever--my welcome is small,


s: If I bring for her nonsense no cordial at all;


s: Contention and strife, in the but and the hall,


s: Oh, did he come to us, our bondage to sever,


s: I would cry, Be on Death benedictions for ever,


s: I would jump it so high, and I 'd jig it so clever--


s: It was not her face, or dress, or riches,


s: It was not a heart pierced through with stitches--


s: 'Twas the glamour of more than a hundred witches


s: O when, in the spring I return from the plough,


s: And fain at the ingle would bask at its low,


s: Her bauchle is off, and I 'm sure of a blow,


s: No thrift she is plying, no cakes she is dressing,


s: No babe of her bosom in fondness caressing;


s: Be up she, or down she, she 's ever distressing


s: For a groat, for a groat with goodwill I would sell her,


s: As the bark of the oak is the tan of her leather,


s: And a bushel of coals would avail but to chill her,


s: No tooth in her head, and a squint in her eye,


s: At the dusk of the day, when her choler is high,


s: The bairns, nay, the team I 've unhalter'd, they fly,


s: I 'll watch my turn, a se'ennight's spell,


s: Hen-pecked (Sc.), from _donned_, silly woman.


s: Oh, say not 'tis the March wind! 'tis a fiercer blast that drives


s: The image of the sun from man; a scowling tempest hurls


s: Our world into a chaos, and still it whirls and whirls.


s: It is the Boreal blast of sin, else all were meek and calm,


s: And Creation would be singing still its old primeval psalm.


s: Woe for the leaf of human life! it flutters in the sere,


s: And what avails its dance in air, with dust and down-come near?


s: That airy dance, what signifies the madness that inspires?


s: The king, the clown, alike is borne along, alike expires.


s: Come let us try another weird--the tempest let us chain;


s: A bridle for the passions ho! for giant pride a rein!


s: Thus quelleth grace the master-craft that was the cause of all


s: The ruin that befell us in the whirlwind of the Fall.


s: Of learning long a scantling was the portion of the Gael,


s: Untaught by calculation's art their loss or gain to unveil,


s: Though well was seen the Saxon's power their interest to betray;


s: But now, to knowledge thanks, the Gael are letter-wise as they.


s: Well fare the benefactors who have raised us from the ground,


s: Even as were raised from brutal dust our countrymen around;


s: Now ignorance shall furl her wing, and while our hopes aspire,


s: To all her native darkness she must in despair retire.


s: Yes! now the trusty Highlander aloft shall raise his head,


s: As large as is his native worth, his wealthy arts shall spread;


s: Inventions crowd to save him from the poor man's bitter doom,


s: No more in nakedness shall 'plain his lot the wretch aloud.


s: O, sure are coming nigh our hills the auspices foretold,


s: Delusion's age is past, and strife avows the smile, the tear,


s: That sympathy or fondness ask,--and the sad world is fain


s: To welcome its return to love and innocence again.


s: Composed on hearing of the late Principal Baird's successful


s: The lover's second thoughts on world weariness,


s: Ye 'll never gang back to yer mither nae mair,


s: Trial and death of Robert Baillie of Jervieswoode,


s: centuries, continued steadily to increase alike in aspiration of


s: The antiquity of these lines has been questioned, and it must be


s: countrymen, while they despised the efforts of the enemy, and


s: The battle of Bannockburn was an event peculiarly adapted for the


s: The poetic gift had an influence upon the Reformation both of a


s: On the union of the Crowns a new era arose in the history of the


s: conspicuous promoters of Scottish song, about the middle of last


s: century, were Mrs Alison Cockburn, Miss Jane Elliot of Minto, Sir


s: supersede many ribald and vulgar ditties, which, associated with


s: Sir Walter Scott, the great poet of the past half century, if his


s: plaintive; Robert Nicoll rejoiced in rural loves. Among living


s: song-writers, Charles Mackay holds the first place in general


s: competitor; James Ballantine and Francis Bennoch have wedded to


s: heart-stirring strains those maxims which conduce to virtue. The


s: celebrated with stirring effect by Thomas T. Stoddart, William A.


s: imperishable sway over them. One has said,--


s: "'Tis not alone the scenes of glen and hill,


s: And haunts and homes beside the murmuring rill;


s: Nor all the varied beauties of the year,


s: That so can Scotland to our hearts endear--


s: Their power assert, and o'er the spirit reign;


s: They reach the ear to fascinate the heart;


s: Or bathe our being in the flow of tears."


s: acquiescence and equality, than by any other merely human


s: "Far over yon hills of the heather sae green,


s: And down by the corrie that sings to the sea,


s: The bonnie young Flora sat sighing alane,


s: Wi' the dew on her plaid and the tear in her e'e."


s: Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea;


s: Tannahill has likewise written a number of songs which have been


s: expressions in songs, are like the hectic hue on the cheek of the


s: distinctions. And song, too, we have found, is a prevalent and


s: far-pervading agency, which become the mean of binding together a


s: interesting feudal strongholds in the Highlands. The Mrs Rose of


s: tolerated, some detested, and some merit our contempt, but the


s: futurity--he should see his way clear before him. He should write


s: obtained a world-wide popularity. His "Good Time Coming," and his


s: The present Memoir has been prepared, at our request, by Francis


s: _Faith_, _Friendship_, _Honour_, each have part,


s: _Faith_ shall but make us love the more;


s: When shall we grieve--if grieve we must?


s: If those who 've wrong'd us own their faults


s: When shall we weigh his breach of faith?


s: When thy voice was the voice of Infinity--


s: I remember the time, ye young May flowers,


s: When your odours and hues in the fields and bowers


s: Fell on my soul as on grass the showers.


s: I remember the time, thou blustering wind,


s: When thy voice in the woods, to my youthful mind,


s: Seem'd the sigh of the earth for human kind.


s: When ye raised my soul from its mortal bars


s: And bore it through heaven on your golden cars.


s: And has it then vanish'd, that happy time?


s: Are the winds, and the seas, and the stars sublime


s: When the world and its facts oppress my brain,


s: In the opening day, in the closing night.


s: Through the field and the wood, o'er the plain and the hill,


s: In the roar of the sea, in the laugh of the rill.


s: Sing to me, flowers! preach to me, skies!


s: Ye are mine--all mine--in the peace of God.


s: Come back! come back! thou youthful Time,


s: Free-hearted, through life's pleasant ways,


s: Come back! come back!--'twas pleasant then


s: Come back--'twill come; true hearts can turn


s: O ye tears! O ye tears! that have long refused to flow,


s: Ye are welcome to my heart--thawing, thawing, like the snow;


s: I feel the hard clod soften, and the early snowdrops spring,


s: And the healing fountains gush, and the wildernesses sing.


s: O ye tears! O ye tears! I am thankful that ye run;


s: Though ye trickle in the darkness, ye shall glitter in the sun;


s: The rainbow cannot shine if the rain refuse to fall,


s: And the eyes that cannot weep are the saddest eyes of all.


s: O ye tears! O ye tears! till I felt you on my cheek,


s: I was selfish in my sorrow, I was stubborn, I was weak.


s: Ye have given me strength to conquer, and I stand erect and free,


s: O ye tears! O ye tears! ye relieve me of my pain;


s: The barren rock of pride has been stricken once again;


s: Like the rock that Moses smote, amid Horeb's burning sand,


s: It yields the flowing water to make gladness in the land.


s: There is light upon my path, there is sunshine in my heart,


s: And the leaf and fruit of life shall not utterly depart.


s: Ye restore to me the freshness and the bloom of long ago--


s: O ye tears! happy tears! I am thankful that ye flow.


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! no more of idle sorrow;


s: Courage, true hearts, shall bear us on our way!


s: Hope points before, and shews the bright to-morrow--


s: So farewell, England! much as we may love thee,


s: We 'll dry the tears that we have shed before;


s: Why should we weep to sail in search of fortune?


s: So farewell, England! farewell evermore!


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! for England, mother England!


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! the willing strong right hand;


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! there 's work for honest labour,


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! in the new and happy land!


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! the steady breeze is blowing,


s: To float us freely o'er the ocean's breast;


s: The world shall follow in the track we 're going,


s: The star of empire glitters in the west.


s: Here we had toil and little to reward it,


s: But there shall plenty smile upon our pain;


s: And ours shall be the mountain and the forest,


s: And boundless prairies, ripe with golden grain.


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! united heart and hand!


s: Cheer, boys! cheer! there 's wealth for honest labour,


s: And a troop of little children at my knee, John Brown;


s: And a garden with a view of the sea, John Brown;


s: Large of heart, though of very small estate, John Brown;


s: And I 'll tell you what I love and what I hate, John Brown.


s: And a loving woman's voice, low and sweet, John Brown;


s: And arrogance, and fawning, and deceit, John Brown;


s: And I love an open face without guile, John Brown;


s: And a lout who 'd rather borrow than he 'd toil, John Brown.


s: And the word of hope that raises him who faints, John Brown;


s: And turn their good to evil by complaints, John Brown;


s: And survey the world around me, and above, John Brown,


s: And excuse the faults of those I cannot love, John Brown.


s: I will tell you how I live so unvex'd, John Brown;


s: Nor destroy one day the pleasures of the next, John Brown;


s: For I 've found it worse than folly to be sad, John Brown;


s: And I manage to exist and to be glad, John Brown.


s: The favouring wind pipes aloft in the shrouds,


s: And our keel flies as fast as the shadow of clouds;


s: The land is in sight, on the verge of the sky,


s: And the ripple of waters flows pleasantly by,--


s: Ringing sweet welcome the melody swells;


s: And it 's home! and it 's home! all our sorrows are past--


s: We are home in the land of our fathers at last.


s: In fancy we roam'd through thy pathways again,


s: Gather'd the berries that grew by the way;


s: Fading like dreams in the dawning of day;--


s: But we 're home! we are home! all our sorrows are past--


s: We loved thee before, but we 'll cherish thee now


s: With a deeper emotion than words can avow;


s: Wherever in absence our feet might delay,


s: We had never a joy like the joy of to-day;


s: Faces of welcome seem crowding the shore--


s: Fierce as its sunlight, the East may be proud


s: Of its gay gaudy hues and its sky without cloud;


s: May smile like the valleys that dimple its breast;


s: The South may rejoice in the vine and the palm,


s: In its groves, where the midnight is sleepy with balm:


s: The home of the brave and the boast of the free!


s: Hear it, ye lands! let the shout echo forth--


s: The lords of the world are the Men of the North!


s: Cold though our seasons, and dull though our skies,


s: There 's a might in our arms and a fire in our eyes;


s: Dauntless and patient, to dare and to do--


s: Our watchword is "Duty," our maxim is "Through!"


s: Winter and storm only nerve us the more,


s: And chill not the heart, if they creep through the door:


s: Firm as the rocks when the storm flashes forth,


s: We 'll stand in our courage--the Men of the North!


s: In the face of the slave and the coward may shine;


s: And crime be a growth of the Sun's brightest rays.


s: Scant though the harvest we reap from the soil,


s: Yet Virtue and Health are the children of Toil:


s: Men with true hearts--let our fame echo forth--


s: Oh, these are the fruit that we grow in the North!


s: I touch'd, I kiss'd thy trembling strings,


s: Too far!--too far!--come dwell on Earth!


s: For thy eye is the slae, thy hair is the jet;


s: The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek;


s: O! bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet.


s: When the sun 's in the west, to the hawthorn-tree;


s: To the hawthorn-tree, in the bonnie berry-den,


s: And I 'll tell you, Mary, how I lo'e you then?


s: There 's nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky,


s: Bonnie Mary Hay, thou maunna say me nay,


s: But come to the bower, by the hawthorn brae;


s: But come to the bower, and I 'll tell you a' what 's true,


s: How, Mary, I can ne'er lo'e ane but you.


s: Scotland, thy mountains, thy valleys, and fountains,


s: Are famous in story--the birth-place of song;


s: Thy daughters the fairest, the sweetest, the rarest,


s: Well may thy pilgrims long for their home.


s: Trace the whole world o'er, find me a fairer shore,


s: The grave of my fathers! the land of the free!


s: Joy to the rising race! Heaven send them ev'ry grace;


s: Scotland, dear Scotland, I have no home but thee!


s: Glow on, ye southern skies, where fruits wear richer dyes


s: To pamper the bigot, assassin, and slave;


s: Scotland, to thee I 'll twine, with all thy varied clime,


s: For the fruits that thou bearest are true hearts and brave.


s: And spreads the mead wi' fragrant flowers,


s: Now, youth 's the spring-time o' your life,


s: Lest weeds should rise the braird to spoil.


s: AIR--_"There grows a bonnie brier bush."_


s: My thoughts," she smiling said, "are free;


s: Then, Leila, may thy thoughts and prayers


s: When round me throng the cold world's cares,


s: Because 'tis parting, each succeeding year,


s: With something that it used to hold more dear


s: Because no more within my soul there dwell


s: Thoughts fresh as flowers that fill the mountain dell


s: That with hot fever taints the springs of life,


s: Alas! ye did not know the lost, the dead,


s: Who loved with me of yore green paths to tread--


s: Ye never stood with us 'neath summer skies,


s: Nor saw the glad light of their tender eyes--


s: Have not the beautiful been ta'en away--


s: Are not the noble-hearted turn'd to clay--


s: I see that others, in whose looks are lit


s: The radiant joys of youth, are round me yet,


s: My days of mirth are past; droops o'er my brow


s: The sheaf of care in sickly paleness now;


s: Would that the future were both come and gone,


s: And that I lay where, 'neath a nameless stone,


s: Where 'neath each blossom a fay lies dreaming?


s: Where the fish in green and gold are sparkling?


s: Where the tremulous shadows move soft and darkling?


s: Oh, no! said the moon, with a playful smile,


s: The best of my beams are for ever dwelling


s: And the eloquent glance of the fairy Ellen.


s: Thou lovest to spend a serene May morning,


s: When dew-drops are twinkling on every bough,


s: O'er its pebbly channel so gaily rippling?


s: In the bells of the flowers--an innocent tippling?


s: Oh no! said the zephyr, and softly sigh'd,


s: His voice with a musical melody swelling,


s: All the mornings of May 'mong the ringlets I play


s: That dance on the brow of the fairy Ellen.


s: Thy happiest moments the fates allow thee?


s: Thou seemest a favourite with bees and men,


s: And all the boys and butterflies know thee;


s: That pleasantest fancies are o'er thee stealing?


s: One would think thee a poet, to judge by thy looks,


s: Or at least a pale-faced man of feeling?


s: Oh no! said the lily, and slightly blush'd,


s: My highest ambition 's to be sweet smelling,


s: To live in the sight, and to die on the breast


s: Of the fairest of beings, the fairy Ellen.


s: Or a balmy zephyr, fresh fragrance breathing;


s: Or a white-crown'd lily, my slight green stem


s: Worlds would I give to bask in those eyes,


s: Stars, if I had them, for one of those tresses,


s: My heart and my soul, and my body to boot,


s: For merely the smallest of all her kisses!


s: And if she would love me, oh heaven and earth!


s: I would not be Jove, the cloud-compelling,


s: Though he offer'd me Juno and Venus both


s: In exchange for one smile of my fairy Ellen!


s: They 're stepping off, the friends I knew,


s: They 're taking wives to tame their lives,


s: And though their wife perchance may have


s: Mr Bennet, subsequent to leaving Glasgow, resided successively in


s: I 'll think on thee, Love, when thy bark


s: I 'll think on thee, Love, when each hour


s: Here, on the beach where first we woo'd,


s: I 'll pour to heaven my prayers for thee.


s: That thou, return'd, no more shalt brave


s: From that bright home of love, all pure,


s: Where Forth, that fain in view would sleep,


s: Greets Stirling towers, so steep and dun,


s: Through rocky steeps, besprent with wood,


s: There dove-like, o'er my path would brood


s: Her grief brak' out sae fierce and fell,


s: I thought her heart wad burst the shell;


s: I couldna guess'd she 'd prove sae teugh


s: But years have come, and years have gane,


s: And there she 's yet as stieve 's a stane;


s: She jokes her joke, an' cracks her crack,


s: She 's lived ten years beyond her share;


s: I thought that grief might gar her quit,


s: She threeps, an' threeps he 's livin' yet


s: It 's cured! she handles 't like a flail,


s: This facetious composition, in the original form, extends to


s: pursuits, and became a writer to the Signet. In 1851 he published


s: James Manson, one of the conductors of the _Glasgow Herald_, has


s: While perfumed sighs, from many a blossom,


s: Float around the strain the skylark sings.


s: With perfumed breath, sigh, Come! come! come!


s: Beauteous flowers, their perfume flinging,


s: The wanton wind sighs, Come! come! come!


s: 'Tis True-love whispers, Come! come! come!


s: Life's first fairest hours are fleeting--


s: (_Sing hey down ho, the bleak winds blow._)


s: (_Sing hey down ho, the sea rolls aye._)


s: (_Ruddy eve forecasts the brightest day._)


s: To pull this Rose young Love then tried;


s: (_'Tis sweet to hear the skylark sing._)


s: Love press'd the Rose-bud to his breast,


s: Such "Nay" meant "Yea," 'twas fond Love's jest;


s: (_'Tis honey soothes the bee's fell sting._)


s: 'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! all eyes are bright,


s: Our log burns high, but it glows less bright


s: Make care fly as fast as the blustering gale


s: The log burns high, but it glows less bright


s: 'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! see the old grandsire


s: He laughs with the young, and a fitful fire


s: With tremulous tenor he joins the strain--


s: For his thoughts grow young, and he laughs again,


s: 'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! and the infant's heart


s: And youths and maidens, with guileless art,


s: Edinburgh, however, he wrote one number of "Wilson's Tales of the


s: Through the feathery spray she cleaves her way


s: The sea is her wide-spread pleasure ground,


s: As with joyous bound, to their mystic sound,


s: Sometimes at rest, on the water's breast,


s: Like a gallant knight, in plumage white,


s: And the tempest's breath and the billows' wrath


s: She sweeps along, to the wild-winds' song,


s: When bathed in light of Midnight's Queen;


s: Where winds may howl, but dare not pierce;


s: The daylight was dying, the twilight was dreary,


s: And eerie the face of the fast-falling night,


s: But closing the shutters, we made ourselves cheery


s: With gas-light and fire-light, and young faces bright.


s: When, hark! came a chorus of wailing and anguish!


s: We ran to the door and look'd out through the dark;


s: Till gazing, at length we began to distinguish


s: The slow-moving masts of an ocean-bound bark.


s: Alas! 'twas the emigrants leaving the river,


s: Their homes in the city, their haunts in the dell;


s: From kindred and friends they had parted for ever,


s: But their voices still blended in cries of farewell.


s: We saw not the eyes that their last looks were taking;


s: We heard but the shouts that were meant to be cheers,


s: But which told of the aching of hearts that were breaking,


s: A past of delight and a future of tears.


s: And long as we listen'd, in lulls of the night breeze,


s: On our ears the sad shouting in faint music fell,


s: Till methought it seem'd lost in the roll of the white seas,


s: And the rocks and the winds only echoed farewell.


s: More bright was our home-hearth, more bright and more cosy,


s: As we shut out the night and its darkness once more;


s: But pale were the cheeks, that so radiant and rosy,


s: Were flush'd with delight a few moments before.


s: So I told how the morning, all lovely and tender,


s: Sweet dew on the hills, and soft light on the sea,


s: Would follow the exiles and float with its splendour,


s: To gild the far land where their homes were to be.


s: In the eyes of my children were gladness and gleaming,


s: Their little prayer utter'd, how calm was their sleep!


s: But I in my dreaming could hear the wind screaming,


s: And fancy I heard hoarse replies from the deep.


s: And often, when slumber had cool'd my brow's fever,


s: A dream-utter'd shriek of despair broke the spell;


s: 'Twas the voice of the emigrants leaving the river,


s: And startling the night with their cries of farewell.


s: But the deep, deep track that sorrow wears


s: Tuck, tuck, feer--from the green and growing leaves;


s: Ic, ic, ic--from the little song-bird's throat;


s: How the silver chorus weaves in the sun and 'neath the eaves,


s: While from dewy clover fields comes the lowing of the beeves,


s: And the summer in the heavens is afloat!


s: Wye, wye, chir--'tis the little linnet sings;


s: Weet, weet, weet--how his pipy treble trills!


s: In his bill and on his wings what a joy the linnet brings,


s: As over all the sunny earth his merry lay he flings,


s: Giving gladness to the music of the rills!


s: Lug, lug, jee--from the dawn till close of day!


s: There is rapture in the sound as it fills the sunshine round,


s: Jug, jug, joey--oh, how sweet the linnet's theme!


s: Peu, peu, poy--is he wooing all the while?


s: Does he dream he is in heaven, and is telling now his dream,


s: To soothe the heart of pretty girl basking by the stream,


s: Pipe, pipe, chow--will the linnet never weary?


s: Bel bel, tyr--is he pouring forth his vows?


s: The maiden lone and dreary may feel her heart grow cheery,


s: Yet none may know the linnet's bliss except his own sweet dearie,


s: What ails ye, my lassie, my dawtie, my ain?


s: I 've gien ye my word, and I 'll gie ye 't again.


s: There 's naething to fear ye--be lichtsome and cheerie;


s: I 'll never forsake ye, nor leave ye yer lane.


s: We 're sune to be married--I needna say mair;


s: Our love will be leal, though our livin' be bare;


s: In a house o' our ain we 'll be cantie and fain,


s: An' ye 'll never gang back to yer mither nae mair.


s: We needna be troubled ere trouble be sprung;


s: The warld 's afore us--we 're puir, but we 're young;


s: An' fate will be kind if we 're willint in mind--


s: Sae keep up yer heart, lass, and dinna be dung.


s: Folk a' hae their troubles, and we 'll get our share,


s: But we 'll warsle out through them, and scorn to despair;


s: Sae cheer up yer heart, for we never shall part,


s: While we live for each other, our lot will be blest;


s: An' though freens sud forget us, they 'll never be miss'd;


s: We 'll sit down at e'en by the ingle sae bien,


s: An' the cares o' the world 'ill a' be dismiss'd.


s: A couple that strive to be honest and fair


s: May be rich without siller, and guid without lear;


s: Be gentle and true, an' yese never need rue,


s: Nor sigh to win back to yer mither nae mair.


s: Sweet summer 's awa, wi' her verdure sae fair;


s: The ance bonny woodlands are leafless an' bare;


s: To the cot wee robin returns for a screen


s: Frae the cauld stormy blast o' the lang winter e'en.


s: But charms there are still, though nature has nane,


s: When the hard rackin' toils o' the day by are gane,


s: Then round the fireside social hearts do convene,


s: And pleasantly pass the lang winter e'en.


s: O' warldly wealth I hae got little share,


s: Yet riches and wealth breed but sorrow and care;


s: Just gi'e me an hour wi' some auld honest frien',


s: To crack o'er youth's joys in the lang winter e'en.


s: The thochts o' our youth are lichtsome and dear,


s: Like the strains o' the lute they fa' saft on the ear,


s: But chiefly the bliss I ha'e shared wi' my Jean


s: In some love-screenin' shade on a lang winter e'en.


s: Perthshire, in 1815. Receiving an ordinary school education, he


s: accepted, in his twentieth year, a situation in the office of the


s: subjects of a socio-political nature. He has latterly resided at


s: And, like the bird, thou 'lt calmly rest,


s: What fond, delicious ecstasy does early love impart!


s: Resistless, as a spring-tide sea, it flows into the heart,


s: Pervading with its living wave the bosom's inmost core,


s: That thrills with many a gentle hope it never felt before.


s: And o'er the stripling's glowing heart, extending far and wide,


s: And whispers soft are conjured up of lips that are not near.


s: With promises of fairyland this daylight world teems,


s: And sleep comes with forgetfulness or fraught with lovely dreams;


s: And, far more eloquent than speech, a language in the eye.


s: And hope the constant bosom cheers with prospects ever new;


s: But if the favour'd one prove false, oh! who can then be true?


s: Our fond illusions disappear, like slumber's shadowy train,


s: pattern-setter in his native town. Fond of literary pursuits, he


s: I have wander'd afar, 'neath stranger skies,


s: I have lived in the light of Italian eyes,


s: While the wondrous strains of their sunny clime


s: But, oh, how I longed for the song and the time


s: When my heart could respond with its tears.


s: Not the foreign, the learn'd, the grand--


s: I have heard, with the great, and the proud, and the gay


s: Of that music divine that, enraptured, they say


s: And it may be their numbers indeed are divine,


s: Though they move not my heart through mine ears,


s: I have come from a far and a foreign clime


s: With a yearning for all of my childhood's time


s: Alexander Buchanan was the son of a maltster at Bucklyvie,


s: Stirlingshire, where he was born in 1817. He attended a school in


s: I wander'd alane at the break o' the mornin',


s: The dun clouds o' nicht were a' wearin' awa';


s: The sun rose in glory, the gray hills adornin',


s: A' glintin like gowd were their tappits o' snaw;


s: Adown by my side row'd the rock-bedded Kelvin,


s: While nature aroun' was beginnin' to green,


s: An' auld cottar bodies their yardies were delvin',


s: Kennin' thrift in the morn brocht pleasure at e'en.


s: I leant me against an auld mossy-clad palin',


s: An' noo an' then dichted a tear frae my e'e,


s: I look'd on the bodies, an' envied their toilin'--


s: Though lowly their lot, they seem'd happy by me;


s: I thought on my riches, yet feckless the treasure,


s: I tried to forget, but the labour was vain;


s: My wifie an' bairn were a' my life's pleasure,


s: An' they to the grave baith thegither had gane.


s: The thochts o' her love had awaken'd my sorrow,


s: The laugh o' my bairnie cam' back on mine ears,


s: An', piercing my heart wi' the force o' an arrow,


s: It open'd anew the saft channel o' tears.


s: I grat an' I sabb'd till I thocht life wad lea' me,


s: An' happy I then could hae parted wi' life--


s: For naething on earth sic enjoyment could gie me


s: As the glee o' my bairn an' smile o' my wife.


s: Oh, weary the day was when they were ta'en frae me,


s: Leavin' me lane, the last leaf on the tree;


s: Nae comfort the cauld look o' strangers can gie me--


s: I 'm wae, and they a' look as waefu' on me.


s: On ilk thing that 's leevin' the maxim I see,


s: Not walth to the weary 's like peace to the lowly;


s: Sae, burden'd wi' grief, I maun gang till I die.


s: Laurencekirk, a small volume of poems, entitled, "The Muse of the


s: And the mair I hear their artless strains


s: While breath frae heaven this breast can draw,


s: Far mair through nature's power than art's,


s: Though far o'er earth these lays shall roam,


s: While Scottish hearts, as wont, can feel:


s: Will lilt, methinks, these lays, sae soon


s: Of hearts, his thought gives forth the hues,


s: As richly bright as heaven's ain bow 's--


s: As Spring's sweet breathing comes the voice


s: I'll bless thee, while thy toil-worn han'


s: When death has come, and flowers shall bloom


s: Pour then, frae nature's ain heart-strings,


s: That warms the cauld, and charms the kind.


s: For nought can charm this heart o' mine,


s: AIR--_"There 'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame."_


s: My couthie auld wifie, aye blythsome to see,


s: As years slip awa' aye the dearer to me;


s: For ferlies o' fashion I carena ae preen


s: When I cleek to the kirk wi' my auld wifie Jean.


s: The thoughts o' the past are aye pleasin' to me,


s: And mair sae when love lights my auld wifie's e'e;


s: For then I can speak o' the days I ha'e seen


s: When care found nae hame i' the heart o' my Jean.


s: A hantle we've borne since that moment o' bliss,


s: Frae thy lips, breathin' balm, when I stole the first kiss,


s: When I read a response to my vows in thy e'en.


s: An, blushin', I prest to my bosom my Jean.


s: Like a rose set in snaw was the bloom on thy cheek,


s: Thy hair, wi' its silken snood, glossy and sleek,


s: When the Laird o' Drumlochie, sae lithless and lean,


s: Wad ha'e gane a lang mile for ae glisk o' my Jean.


s: Thy mither was dead, and thy faither was fain


s: That the lang-luggit lairdie wad ca' thee his ain;


s: But auld age and frailty could ne'er gang atween


s: The vows I had niffer'd wi' bonnie young Jean.


s: I canna weel work, an' ye 're weary an' worn,


s: The gudes and the ills lang o' life we ha'e borne;


s: But we ha'e a hame, an' we 're cozie and bein,


s: And the thrift I've to thank o' my auld wifie Jean.


s: Baith beddin' an' cleadin' o' a' kind ha'e we,


s: A sowp for the needy we 've aye had to gie,


s: A bite and a drap for baith fremit an' frien',


s: Was aye the warst wish o' my auld wifie Jean.


s: The puir beildless body has scugg'd the cauld blast,


s: 'Yont our hallan he 's houft till the gurl gaed past,


s: An' a bite aff our board, aye sae tidy an' clean,


s: He 's gat wi' gudewill frae my auld wifie Jean.


s: Our hopes we ha'e set where our bairnies ha'e gaen;


s: Though lyart we've grown since they frae us were ta'en;


s: The thoughts o' them yet brings the tears to our e'en,


s: And aft I 've to comfort my auld wifie Jean.


s: The paughty and proud ha'e been laid i' the dust,


s: Since the first hairst I shore, since the first clod I cuist;


s: And soon we'll lie laigh; but aboon we 've a Frien',


s: And bright days are comin' for me an' my Jean.


s: Hurra! for the land o' the broom-cover'd brae,


s: The land o' the rowan, the haw, and the slae;


s: Where waves the blue harebell in dingle and glade--


s: The land o' the pibroch, the bonnet, and plaid.


s: Hurra! for the hills o' the cromlech and cairn,


s: Where blossoms the thistle by hillocks o' fern;


s: There Freedom in triumph an altar has made


s: For holiest rites in the land o' the plaid.


s: A coronal wreath, where the wild flowers bloom,


s: To garnish the martyr and patriot's tomb:


s: Shall their names ever perish--their fame ever fade


s: Who ennobled the land o' the bonnet and plaid?


s: Oh, hame o' my bairnhood, ye hills o' my love!


s: The haunt o' the freeman for aye may ye prove;


s: In the land o' the heather, the bonnet, and plaid.


s: Hurra! for the land o' the deer and the rae,


s: O' the gowany glen and the bracken-clad brae,


s: Where blooms our ain thistle, in sunshine and shade--


s: Dear badge o' the land o' the bonnet and plaid.


s: GAELIC AIR--_"Soraiadh slan do'un Ailleagan."_


s: especial notice. It is a thorough criticism of all the dramas of


s: Mr Blackie delivered public lectures on education in Edinburgh,


s: Glasgow, and Aberdeen, and wrote various articles on it in the


s: Quarterly_, and two lectures "On the Studying and Teaching of


s: In 1857 was published the work which brings him into the list of


s: When the north winds their forces muster,


s: All calm, in the midst of their bluster,


s: And while torrents on torrents are pouring


s: Down his sides with a wild, savage glee,


s: And when louder the loud Awe is roaring,


s: As he thinks how his streams feed the plains


s: Thou high-peak'd steep-cliff'd Loch-na-Gar,


s: Where free I stray'd in life's bright morn.


s: Strong hills that nursed the brave and free,


s: Thou 'lt know the tread of prince and peer;


s: Glance that shoots like lightning bright.


s: Mr Stirling took the degrees of B.A. and M.A. at Trinity College,


s: In 1852 Mr Stirling was elected, without opposition, member of


s: Parliament for the county of Perth, and was again returned at the


s: And she and these that were their wives,


s: When the day-spring from on high shall light


s: Then heathen tongues shall tell the tale


s: Oh, waste not thy woe on the dead, nor bemoan him


s: Who finds with his fathers the grave of his rest;


s: Sweet slumber is his, who at night-fall hath thrown him


s: Near bosoms that waking did love him the best.


s: But sorely bewail him, the weary world-ranger,


s: Shall ne'er to the home of his people return;


s: His weeping worn eyes must be closed by the stranger,


s: No tear of true sorrow shall hallow his urn.


s: And mourn for the monarch that went out of Zion,


s: For he the cold bed of the captive shall die on,


s: Afar from his land, nor return to its dust.


s: elementary branches at the parochial seminary, he entered, in his


s: Latto first became known as a song-writer in the pages of


s: TUNE--_"There 's nae Luck about the House."_


s: The mither look't--saffs how she look't!--


s: Sae blest were baith--now she 's my ain,


s: Our hearth shall glad the angels' sight;


s: The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe,


s: The clansmen are arming to rush on the foe;


s: Gay banners are streaming as forth pours the clan,


s: The yellow-haired laddie is first in the van.


s: The pibroch is kindling each heart to the war,


s: The Cameron's slogan is heard from afar;


s: They close for the struggle where many shall fall,


s: But the yellow-haired laddie is foremost of all.


s: He towers like a wave in the fierce rolling tide,


s: No kinsman of Evan's may stand by his side;


s: He heeds not the danger, and fear is unknown.


s: The plumes of his bonnet are seen through the fight--


s: A beacon for valour, which fires at the sight;


s: But he sees not yon claymore--ah! traitorous thrust!


s: The plumes and the bonnet are laid in the dust.


s: The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe--


s: The clansmen approach--they have vanquish'd the foe;


s: But sudden the cheeks of the maidens are pale,


s: For the sound of the coronach comes on the gale.


s: The maidens are weeping in rocky Glencoe,


s: From warriors' eyelids the bitter drops flow;


s: They come--but, oh! where is their chieftain so dear?


s: The yellow-haired laddie is low on the bier.


s: The maidens are wailing in rocky Glencoe--


s: There 's gloom in the valley, at sunrise 'twill go;


s: But no sun can the gloom from their hearts chase away--


s: The yellow-haired laddie lies cauld in the clay.


s: AIR--_"Loudon's bonnie Woods and Braes."_


s: When in our youth's first flame, Jeanie,


s: For a' were gane, an' nae mair would meet


s: To the wreck o' his hopes fond memory clung


s: When flowers o' his heart on his hearthstane sprung;


s: But death's cauld hand had cruelly wrung


s: For ane by ane frae his side they pass'd,


s: His bonnie bairns, o' his heart the prize,


s: Hae left his hearth for hame in the skies;


s: The weel lo'ed form o' his ain auld wife,


s: Wha sooth'd the cares o' a lang bleak life,


s: Has gane to rest wi' her weans frae strife,


s: Owre the turf on their breast he lo'ed to weep,


s: And sair he lang'd wi' the lost to meet,


s: Till death did close, in his ain calm sleep,


s: Whar yew-trees bend owre the dark kirk-yard,


s: An' gowans peep frae the lang green-sward,


s: The moss-clad stanes o' the cauld grave guard


s: Shadows of glory the twilight is parting,


s: The day-star is seeking its home in the west,


s: The herd from the field to the fold is departing,


s: As, Lochwinnoch, sad on thy summits I rest.


s: And far o'er the scene, while the evening is veiling


s: Thy waters that spread their still breast on the lea,


s: On his broad truant wing the lone heron is sailing,


s: To rest with his mate by the rock on the sea.


s: But, houseless and homeless, around thee I wander,


s: The faces are gone I have panted to see,


s: And cold is the hearth to the feet of the stranger,


s: Which once had a seat in its circle for me.


s: Here youth's golden hours of my being were number'd,


s: When joy in my bosom was breathing its lay;


s: If care on the light of my happiness linger'd,


s: Hope hasted the heartless intruder away.


s: Then sweetly the brow of the beaming-eyed future


s: Was smiling my welcome to life's rosy way,


s: And fondly I sigh'd in her Eden to meet her,


s: And bask in the bowers where her happiness lay.


s: While fancy on light airy pinion was mounting,


s: I strain'd my young vision in rapture to see


s: The land of my dreams, with its love-mirror'd fountains,


s: And breath'd in the balm of the south's sunny sea.


s: Then, far on the track of ambition, I follow'd


s: The footsteps of fortune through perilous climes,


s: And trod the bright scenes which my childhood had hallow'd


s: But found not the charms which fond fancy enshrines.


s: The gold I have won, can it purchase the treasure


s: Of hearts' warm affections left bleeding behind,


s: Restore me the ties which are parted for ever,


s: And gild the dark gloom of my desolate mind?


s: The gold I have won! but, unblest and beguiling,


s: It came like the sun when unclouded and gay;


s: Its light on the cold face of winter is smiling,


s: But cheers not the earth with the warmth of its ray.


s: Again fare-thee-well, for the heart-broken rover


s: Now bids thee a long and a lasting adieu;


s: Yet o'er thee the dreams of my spirit will hover,


s: And burn as it broods on life's dismal review.


s: original trade, he has continued to reside.


s: I love a sweet lassie, mair gentle and true


s: Than ony young, wood-loving, wild cushie doo;


s: Her cheeks they are dimpled, her jimp waist is sma',


s: She says she 's my ain lassie, dimples and a'--


s: That bonnie wee lass wi' her dimples and a'.


s: Her brown wavy hair has a dark gowden tinge,


s: Her bonnie black e'e has a long jetty fringe,


s: Her footstep is light as the thistle doun's fa',


s: Her wee hand is lily-white, dimpled and a'--


s: And I ken it 's my ain hand, dimples and a'.


s: I 'll wed my dear lassie, and gie her my name,


s: I 'll get a bit housie, and bring my love hame;


s: When winter is eerie, and stormy winds blaw,


s: She 'll mak' me fu' cheerie wi' dimples and a'--


s: My ain bonnie wifie, wi' her dimples and a'.


s: When the day's wark is done, and stars blink above,


s: I 'll rest in her smile, and be bless'd wi' her love;


s: She 'll sing a' the cares o' this world awa'


s: Frae our cosie ingle, wi' dimples and a'.


s: Our ain cosie ingle, wi' dimples and a'.


s: A wee bit laddie sits wi' a bowl upon his knees,


s: And from a cutty pipe 's puffing bubbles on the breeze;


s: Oh, meikle is the mirth of the weans on our stair,


s: To see the bubbles sail like balloons alang the air.


s: Some burst before they rise, others mount the gentle wind,


s: And leave the little band in their dizzy joy behind;


s: And such are human pomp and ambition at the last--


s: The wonder of an hour, like thae bubbles on the blast.


s: How breathless is the watch of that merry little throng,


s: To mark the shining globes as they float in pride along!


s: 'Tis thus life's bubbles come, ever flashing from afar--


s: Now a revolution, and again a woeful war;


s: A hero or a bard, in their glory or their might;


s: A bonnie bird of song, or a nightingale of light;


s: Or yellow golden age, with its speculations vast--


s: All wonders of an hour, like the bubbles on the blast.


s: Shout on, ye little folk, for your sport is quite as sage


s: As that of older men, e'en the leaders of the age;


s: This world 's a sapple bowl, and our life a pipe of clay--


s: Its brightest dreams and hopes are but bubbles blown away.


s: We 've had our bubbles too; some were dear and tender things,


s: That left us sad and lone as they fled on rapid wings;


s: And others yet may rise from the future, like the past,


s: The wonder of an hour, as the bubbles on the blast.


s: The shadows of evening fall silent around,


s: The rose with a cor'net of dewdrops is crown'd;


s: While weary I wander in sorrow's eclipse,


s: With your love at my heart, your name on my lips;


s: Your name on my lips, like a melody rare--


s: Then come, for I 'm lonely in shady Kenmair.


s: The birds by the river sing plaintive and low,


s: They seem to be breathing a burden of woe;


s: And why do you tarry, or where are you gone?


s: The flowers are sighing sweet breath on the air,


s: And stars watch thy coming to shady Kenmair.


s: The gush of the fountain, the roll of the tide,


s: Recall your sweet image again to my side--


s: Your low mellow voice, like the tones of a flute;


s: Your slight yielding form, and small fairy foot;


s: Your neck like the marble, dark flowing your hair,


s: And brow like the snowdrop of shady Kenmair.


s: Come love, to the bank where the violets blow,


s: Beside the calm waters that slumber below,


s: While the brier and beech, the hazel and broom,


s: Fling down from their branches a flood of perfume;


s: Oh! what is the world, with its splendours or care,


s: When you are beside me in shady Kenmair!


s: Oh! wae 's me on gowd, wi' its glamour and fame,


s: It tint me my love, and it wiled me frae hame,


s: Syne dwindled awa' like a neivefu' o' sand,


s: And left me to mourn for my ain mountain land.


s: I long for the glens, and the brown heather fells,


s: The green birken shades, where the wild lintie dwells,


s: The dash o' the deep, on the gray rocky strand,


s: That gird the blue hills o' my ain mountain land.


s: I dream o' the dells where the clear burnies flow,


s: The bonnie green knowes where the wee gowans grow;


s: But I wake frae my sleep like a being that 's bann'd,


s: And shed a saut tear for my ain mountain land.


s: I ken there 's a lass that looks out on the sea,


s: Wi' tears in the een that are watchin' for me;


s: Lang, lang she may wait for the clasp o' my hand,


s: Or the fa' o' my foot in my ain mountain land.


s: Our bairnies clap their wee white hands,


s: Nae mair wi' lightsome step we 'll climb


s: Who climb to power with blood-stain'd hands,


s: Where freedom reigns from plain to hill--


s: There 's some can be happy and bide whar they are,


s: There 's ithers ne'er happy unless they gang far;


s: But aft do I think I 'm an easy auld stock,


s: While I 'm joggin' about wi' my muckle meal pock.


s: Though noo I be auld, abune four score and aucht,


s: Though my pow it be bauld and my craig be na straucht,


s: Yet frae mornin' till e'en--aye as steady 's a rock--


s: I gang joggin' about wi' my muckle meal pock.


s: Just our ain parish roond, and nae mair I gang through,


s: There isna' a door but wad blythely unlock,


s: To welcome me ben wi' my muckle meal pock.


s: There isna' a hoose but I micht mak' my hame,


s: There isna' an auld wife wad think me to blame,


s: Though I open'd the door without gieing a knock,


s: And cam' ben to the fire wi' my muckle meal pock.


s: As ony newspaper they say I 'm as gweed,


s: And better, say some, for they hinna to read;


s: The lads and the lasses around me a' flock,


s: And there 's no ane forgets that I hae a meal pock.


s: The gudeman he speaks about corn and lan',


s: "Hoo 's the markets," says he, "are they risen or fa'en?


s: Or is this snawie weather the roads like to chock?"


s: But the gudewife aye spiers for my muckle meal pock.


s: To be usefu' to her I haud sticks on the fire,


s: Or whan to the milkin' she gangs to the byre,


s: She 'll gie me a hand o' the cradle to rock,


s: And for that she 's aye gude to my muckle meal pock.


s: Though my friends a' be gane whar I yet hae to gang,


s: And o' followin' them noo I canna be lang,


s: Yet while I am here I will lauch and I 'll joke,


s: For I 'll aye find a friend in my muckle meal pock.


s: Afar from the home where his youthful prime


s: And they dug his grave where the wild flowers wave,


s: And the song-bird there wakes its morning prayer,


s: With visions bright as the summer's light,


s: But death look'd down with a chilling frown


s: And he leant his head on the stranger's bed,


s: Strange faces, fill'd with a soulless look,


s: And the words were cold as the wintry wold,


s: While the moments pass'd till he breathed his last,


s: Like visions bright of the dreamy night,


s: I wing my flight with the sapphire night,


s: O'er earth I roam, and the bright expanse


s: And I join the stars in their choral dance


s: The Highland hills! there are songs of mirth,


s: And joy, and love on the gladsome earth;


s: For Spring, in her queenly robes, hath smiled


s: In the forest glade and the woodland wild.


s: Then come with me from the haunts of men


s: To the glassy lake in the mountain glen,


s: Where sunshine sleeps on the dancing rills


s: That chainless leap from the Highland hills.


s: The Highland hills! when the sparkling rays


s: Of the silver dews greet the orient blaze,


s: When noon comes forth with her gorgeous glow,


s: While the fountains leap and the rivers flow,


s: Thou wilt roam with me where the waterfalls


s: Till the grandeur wild to thy heart instils


s: The Highland hills! when the noonday smiles


s: On the slumbering lakes and their fairy isles,


s: We 'll clamber high where the heather waves


s: By the warrior's cairn and the foemen's graves;


s: And I 'll sing to thee, in "the bright day's prime,"


s: And thy heart, unknown to the care that chills,


s: To their heath-clad crests shall thy footsteps climb,


s: And there shalt thou gaze o'er the ocean far,


s: Till the beacon blaze of the evening star,


s: And the lamp of night, with its virgin beams,


s: Look down on the deep and the shining streams,


s: Till beauty's spell on thy spirit thrills


s: With joy and love in the Highland hills.


s: Her hills were homes to nurse the brave,


s: An' her een were bricht as the crystal bells


s: An' warm as the sun was her kind, kind heart,


s: But I fear'd, by the tones o' her sweet, sweet voice,


s: An' fresh as the spring when the young buds blaw,


s: An' her hair was like chains o' the sunset sheen


s: But I fear'd, by the licht that halo'd her face,


s: Oh, my love was sweet as the violet flower


s: An' her lips were rich as the rowans red


s: An' her broo was a dreamy hill o' licht,


s: But I fear'd, by signs that canna be named,


s: An' the sweets o' a thousand summers cam'


s: An' spotless she gaed on the tainted earth,


s: While my heart forgot, in its feast o' joy,


s: Oh, my love was leal, an' my cup o' bliss


s: When, ae gloaming chill, to her sacred bower


s: Wha dash'd the cup frae my raptured lips


s: Sae the ghaistly thought was then confirm'd,


s: Oh, my love was young, an' the grim auld carl


s: An' suck'd the red frae her hiney'd mou',


s: He stifled the sound o' her charm'd throat,


s: But fairer she blooms in her heavenly bower,


s: Sae I tyned my love an' I tyned my heart,


s: Syne I turn'd a sad, weary minstrel wicht,


s: Oh, wad that I were wi' the grim auld carl,


s: continues to be prosperously carried on.


s: Bell, primrose, pink, and showers of May--


s: Her own sweet song, "Know'st thou the land?"


s: Wild thyme and eye-bright tinged the ground,


s: While crimson flower-bells cluster'd round


s: And sang of "morning, clear and bright"--


s: We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we play'd,


s: We loved our first love, an' our hearts never stray'd;


s: When I got my young lassie her first vow to gie,


s: We promised to wait for each ither a wee.


s: My mother was widow'd when we should hae wed,


s: An' the nicht when we stood roun' my father's death-bed,


s: He charged me a husband and father to be,


s: While my young orphan sisters clung weepin' to me.


s: I kent nae, my Mary, what high heart was thine,


s: Nor how brightly thy love in a dark hour wad shine,


s: Till in doubt and in sorrow, ye whisper'd to me,


s: "Win the blessing o' Heaven for thy Mary and thee."


s: An' years hae flown by deeply laden wi' care,


s: But Mary has help'd me their burden to bear,


s: She gave me my shield in misfortune and wrong,


s: 'Twas she that aye bade me be steadfast and strong.


s: Her meek an' quiet spirit is aye smooth as now,


s: Her saft shinin' hair meekly shades her white brow,


s: A few silver threads 'mang its dark faulds I see,


s: They tell me how lang she has waited on me.


s: Her cheek has grown paler, for she too maun toil,


s: Her sma' hands are thinner, less mirthfu' her smile;


s: She aft speaks o' heaven, and if she should dee,


s: She tells me that there she 'll be waitin' on me.


s: I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat on the wild sea waves,


s: The winds have come forth from their ice-ribb'd caves,


s: And the waves from their rocky dwelling;


s: And the mermaid lists to my echoing song.


s: In the briny spray of the wild sea wave!


s: I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat on the foaming deep,


s: And the storm-bird above me is screaming;


s: While forth from the cloud where the thunders sleep


s: And the thunders chorus my echoing song.


s: The dangers that frown on the wild sea wave!


s: I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat where my well-served shot


s: But ne'er do I yield on the tentless field


s: Till the wreath of the victor hath crown'd me;


s: Bear away with my prize and my conquering song.


s: Hurrah! hurrah! shot and storm, let them rave--


s: I 'm at home, dashing on through the wild sea wave!


s: I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat on my ocean home--


s: But the time is at hand when no longer I 'll roam,


s: The deep-chorus'd note of my last echo'd song,


s: As I sink to repose in my rock-bound grave


s: That is down in the depths of the wild sea wave.


s: The home of the rover, the bold and free;


s: Land hath its charms, but those be mine,


s: To row my boat through the sparkling brine--


s: To lave in the pearls that kiss the prow


s: Pull away, pull away o'er the glassy sea--


s: 'Tis the tempest's path, and the path for me;


s: Land hath its charms, but no charms like thine:


s: Hurrah! let us dash through the sparkling brine.


s: And the twilight steals o'er the stilly deep,


s: By the zephyrs hush'd to its evening sleep;


s: To wrinkle the blue of its placid breast;


s: But all is still, save the lisping waves


s: Washing the shells in the distant caves.


s: Pull away, pull away o'er the sleeping sea--


s: 'Tis the tempest's path, and the path for me--


s: 'Tis the home of my heart where I 'd ever rove!


s: Oh, I love the sound of the tempest's roar,


s: And I love the splash of the bending oar,


s: Through its sleeping calm or its lashing foam.


s: The land hath its charms, but the sea hath more;


s: Then away let us row from the vacant shore.


s: Pull away, pull away o'er the mighty sea--


s: 'Tis the tempest's path, and the path for me;


s: 'Tis the home of the rover, the bold and free:


s: Though darkly at times flows the stream,


s: And Hope shields a bud in our life's darkest dream


s: Like the wee blink that shines in a tear.


s: There 's a sweet ray of pleasure star deep in each pain,


s: But a symbol to hope that is sweeter by far


s: Ye have cross'd o'er the wave from the glades where I roved,


s: When my wild heart was careless and free,


s: But now far away from the zephyrs ye loved,


s: Yet sweet is the perfume that 's breathed from your leaves,


s: Ye come with the memory that glads while it grieves,


s: Oh, strange are the dreams ye awake in my breast


s: Of the home and the friends that were mine,


s: In the days when I feel that my bosom was blest,


s: I gaze on your leaves where loved eyes have been,


s: And the spell brings the dear olden time


s: When I roved where ye bloom'd in yon valley so green,


s: Deep down in my heart, where the world cannot see,


s: And that land, sweet flowers, shall ope for thee,


s: For like thine half its beauty hath flown.


s: I 'll live o'er the raptures of young years again,


s: When I gaze on your blossoms, in pleasure or pain,


s: With nought to boast, save honest worth,


s: Such might have been--such _should_ have been,


s: While we dream the flower will strengthen,


s: Earth's wealth of flowers is at our feet,


s: What though our blood be tinged with mud,


s: 'Twill scarce flow sixty years, nor make


s: Thy heart-stirring wildness and grandeur.


s: Their homes and their mountains of glory.


s: Composed in the author's fourteenth year.


s: That throngs these ways from morn to night


s: If fill'd with weeping slav'ry's chains?


s: Though cauld 's the sun that shed's his rays


s: Land of my fathers, I leave thee in sadness--


s: Fondly I cling to the bright scenes of gladness


s: That shone o'er my heart in my dear happy home.


s: Far from the home of my childhood I wander,


s: Far from the friends I may never meet more;


s: Oft on those visions of bliss I shall ponder--


s: Friends of my youth I shall love you for ever--


s: Closer and firmer ye twine round my heart;


s: Though now the wide sea our lot may dissever,


s: Affection and friendship can never depart.


s: Dear to my heart thou shalt ever remain!


s: Oh, when shall I gaze on those bright scenes of gladness?


s: There are moments when my spirit wanders back to other years,


s: And time long, long departed, like the present still appears;


s: And I revel in the sunshine of those happy, happy hours,


s: O those days of dreamy sweetness! O those visions of delight!


s: Weaving garlands for the future, making all of earth too bright;


s: They come creeping through my memory like messengers of peace,


s: Telling tales of bygone blessings, bidding present sorrows cease.


s: When friendship was no mockery, when every thought was truth.


s: Joy, illuming every bosom, made fair nature fairer still--


s: Mirth sported on each summer breeze, and sung in every rill;


s: Beauty gleaming all around us, bright as dreams of fairy land--


s: Oh, faded now that lustre, scatter'd far that happy band!


s: Now deeply traced with sorrow is the once unclouded brow,


s: And eyes that sparkled joyously are dim with weeping now;


s: We are tasting life in earnest--all its vain illusions gone--


s: While others now are wand'ring on a far and foreign shore,


s: And that happy, loving company shall meet--ah! never more.


s: But afar in mem'ry's garden, like a consecrated spot,


s: The heart's first hopes are hidden, and can never be forgot;


s: And the light that cheer'd us onward, in our airy early days--


s: Oft we linger in the distance to look back upon its rays.


s: Old Time, with hand relentless, may shed ruins o'er the earth,


s: May strew our path with sorrow, make a desert of our hearth--


s: 'Mid the strife of the boiling commotion,


s: Where the storm and the tempest combine,


s: Roams my heart, of its wand'ring ne'er weary;


s: Cheers the bosom that else would be dreary,


s: Of the far-hidden future still dreaming,


s: And the star of affection, bright beaming,


s: George Donald the younger was born on the 1st of March 1826, at


s: They tell me o' a land whar the sky is ever clear,


s: Whar rivers row ower gowden sands, and flower unfading blaw,


s: But, oh! nae joys o' nature to me are half sae dear


s: As the flow'rets springing wild in our ain green shaw.


s: They speak o' gilded palaces, o' lords and leddies fair,


s: And scenes that charm the weary heart in cities far awa';


s: But nane o' a' their gaudy shows and pleasures can compare


s: Wi' the happiness that dwells in our ain green shaw.


s: Oh weel I lo'e when summer comes wi' sunny days an' glee,


s: And brings to gladden ilka heart her rural pleasures a',


s: When on the thorn the mavis sings and gowans deck the lea,--


s: Oh, then nae spot 's sae bonnie as our ain green shaw.


s: Nor envy ither's joys, but aye be happy wi' my lot


s: When wand'ring in the e'enin' through our ain green shaw.


s: Charterhouse, London, the subject of this notice entered, in his


s: Where friends were kind, and life was gay,


s: His youthful brow was touch'd with thought,


s: For formal friends scarce grasp'd his hand--


s: Besides many fugitive pieces, Mr M'Coll has published a volume of


s: The heavens that met his childhood's eye,


s: Where oft I 've pass'd the summer's day,


s: The auld gray dike, the bee-house tower,


s: One of the most esteemed of living Scottish theological writers,


s: Where earth's barren vales shall blossom,


s: In a howm, by a burn, where the brown birks grow,


s: And the green ferns nod when the wild winds blow,


s: Stands the roofless kirk in the auld kirkyard,


s: Where the gowans earliest gem the swaird;


s: And the gray, gray moss on ilk cauld through stane


s: Shrouds in oblivion the lang, lang gane--


s: Where the ance warm heart is a cauld, cauld clod,


s: And the beauteous and brave give a green to the sod--


s: On a time-worn tower, where the dim owls dwell,


s: Tuneless and torn, hangs the auld kirk bell.


s: On the auld kirk floor is the damp night dew,


s: Where warm words flow'd in a worship true;


s: Is the sugh o' the breeze, and the hum o' the bee


s: As it wings and sings in its taintless glee


s: Through the nettles tall to the thistles red,


s: Where they roughly wave o'er each deep, dark bed;


s: And it plies its task on the wa'-flowers tall,


s: Which bloom in the choir and wave on the wall;


s: Then, soaring away with a sweep and a swell,


s: It covers its combs in the auld kirk bell.


s: By the crumbling base of the auld kirk tower


s: Is the broad-leaved dock and the bright brae flower;


s: And the adders hiss o'er the lime-bound stones,


s: And playfully writhe round mouldering bones:


s: The bat clingeth close to the binewood's root,


s: Where its gnarlèd boughs up the belfry shoot,


s: As, hiding the handworks of ruthless time,


s: It garlands in grandeur and green sublime


s: The hoary height, where the rust sae fell


s: Bends, as with a burden, the auld kirk bell.


s: On the brink of the past 'tis awaiting a doom,


s: For a wauf o' the wind may awaken its tomb,


s: As, bearing its fragments, all dust-like, away,


s: To blend with water, the wood and the clay,


s: Till lost 'mid the changes of manners and men;


s: Then ne'er ane will think, nor ere ane will ken,


s: As it swung, had been rung by the auld kirk bell.


s: Oh, we hae been amang the bowers that winter didna bare,


s: And we hae daunder'd in the howes where flowers were ever fair,


s: And lain aneath as lofty trees as eye did ever see,


s: Yet ne'er could lo'e them as we lo'e the auld aik-tree.


s: It 's no because its boughs are busk'd in any byous green,


s: For simmer sairs it little now--it's no what it has been,


s: Sin' ilka wauf o' win' that blaws dings dauds o't on the lea,


s: And bairnies bear their burdens frae the auld aik-tree.


s: It 's no because the gowans bright grow bonnie by its ruit,


s: For we hae seen them blum as braw in mony a ither bit;


s: Nor yet because the mavis sings his mellow morning glee


s: Sae sweetly frae the branches o' the auld aik-tree.


s: But there 's a kindly feeling found and foster'd in the heart,


s: We 've seen, and kenn'd, and join'd aneath the auld aik-tree.


s: For we hae play'd aneath its shade a chuffie-cheekit bairn,


s: Unkennin' o', uncarin' for, cauld care or crosses stern,


s: And ran around it at the ba' when we frae schule wan free;


s: Then wha daur say we sudna lo'e the auld aik-tree?


s: We 've speel'd upon its foggie stem and dern'd amang its green,


s: To catch the pyet in her nest amidst the grays o' e'en;


s: And watch'd the gooldie bringin' doon to big her hame sae wee


s: Atween the cosie forkings o' the auld aik-tree.


s: And we hae tint and ta'en a heart when gloamin's shadows threw


s: Out o'er the glen her misty gray in kindly drippin' dew,


s: And felt the tear o' anguish fa' in torrents frae our e'e,


s: When pairting frae that loved ane 'neath the auld aik-tree.


s: Our hame we left wi' hopefu' heart and mony a warm fareweel,


s: And gowd and gear we gain'd awa; but oh, the freen's sae leal!


s: Where are they? where my childhood's hearth


s: When a' is unco groun save the auld aik-tree?


s: A man of elegant and varied accomplishments, and one of the most


s: Before their grim tribunal's front, firm and undaunted stood


s: That patriot chief of high renown, the noble Jervieswoode.


s: The hand of death is on him press'd--the seal of death is there!


s: These twenty long and dreary months in the dungeon he hath lain,


s: Long days of sickness, weary nights of languishing and pain;


s: And where he sat and where he walk'd his children watch and weep.


s: Yet o'er his weakness and decay an ancient grandeur falls,


s: Like the majesty that lingers round some mould'ring palace walls;


s: And, purged of earthly taint, his soul prepares to mount on high.


s: The glow of youth still cherish'd in the sober breast of age;


s: The soul of chivalry is his, and honour pure from stain--


s: A heart that beats for liberty, and spurns each galling chain,


s: Whether entwined by hands that bear the crozier or the sword;


s: For he would see all nations free in Christ who is their Lord.


s: And once, with England's patriot band, by tyrant power oppress'd,


s: And where the broad Savannah rolls in peace to worship God!


s: These are his crimes! the treason this for which he now is tried;


s: Woe! that a land so favour'd once should witness such disgrace!


s: Shame! that a land so powerful yet should brook a scene so base!


s: When truth avails not, well you know how to supply the lack


s: With secret tales and with wild words extorted by the rack!


s: There is an hour for every power--an hour of darkness this!


s: Spur on, ye slaves of Antichrist! or ye the goal may miss!


s: His strength, increasing with his need, he raises bold and high,


s: And fixes on Mackenzie a clear and searching eye:


s: "How canst thou thus, my lord, 'gainst me such accusations bring,


s: I hate the way of violence--the anarchist I spurn;


s: And keep alive within these realms the lamp of Gospel light:


s: But in my gloomy dungeon laid, didst thou not visit me,


s: And solemnly avow that I from wicked plots was free?


s: How canst thou, then, unto my charge such grievous actions lay,


s: And all thou hast so solemn said as solemnly unsay?"


s: The whole assembled multitude full on Mackenzie turn'd,


s: That even his harden'd countenance with shame and anger burn'd:


s: "True, Jervieswoode, I told thee so, as my own private view--


s: Here I discharge the functions which to the crown are due."


s: My lords, I add no more--proceed--right well I know my doom:


s: Death hath no terrors for my soul--the grave it hath no gloom!"


s: Thy limbs shall quarter'd be, and hung, all mutilate and bare,


s: At Jedburgh, and Lanark town, at Glasgow, and at Ayr;


s: That all good subjects thence may learn obedience to the State,


s: Their duty to our gracious king, and bloody treason's fate."


s: A horror seizes every breast--a stifled cry of dread:


s: "Who sheds the blood of innocence, the blood on his own head!"


s: That pack'd and perjured jury shrink in conscience-struck dismay,


s: Mackenzie's cold and flinty face is quivering like a leaf,


s: Even she, the sweet heroic one! aye watchful at his side,


s: He, he alone, is calm of soul! Powers of no mortal birth


s: Are gently loosening every tie that links him to the earth;


s: Meekly he rises to depart, but pauses for a space,


s: And looks upon his cowering foes with calm and saintly grace:


s: "The time is short, the sentence sharp--your malice I forgive;


s: For God hath made me fit to die, as ye, my lords, to live!"


s: And meekly he departs! his toils, his work, and warfare done--


s: And his martyr chariot waits him, and his triumphs are begun!


s: His limbs were quarter'd, and were hung, all mutilate and bare,


s: At Jedburgh, and Lanark town, at Glasgow, and at Ayr:


s: And thus through all broad Scotland these martyr'd relics go,


s: Like a fiery cross to rouse the land to the tyrant's overthrow!


s: The ancient halls of Jervieswoode are desolate and gray,


s: And its ancient oaks and lime trees are sinking in decay;


s: To him who braves the martyr's death is deathless honour given,


s: Enshrined shall be the memory of the noble Jervieswoode.


s: Sir George Mackenzie of Rosehaugh, the King's Advocate.


s: But enow is health, and grass is wealth,


s: For its colours bright, oh, what delight


s: Each day, the rein, and courteous swain,


s: Than the heaving breast, that, uncaress'd,


s: John Macdonald, author of the following song, is described in


s: "Mackenzie's Collection" as having rented the farm of Scoraig,


s: Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells,


s: Sweet the bubbling fountains and the dewy dells,


s: Sweet the snowy blossom of the thorny tree,


s: Sweeter is young Mary of Glensmole to me.


s: Sweet, oh, sweet! with Mary o'er the wilds to stray,


s: When Glensmole is dress'd in all the pride of May;


s: And, when weary roving through the greenwood glade,


s: Softly to recline beneath the birken shade.


s: There to fix my gaze in raptures of delight,


s: On her eyes of truth, of love, of life, of light;


s: On her bosom, purer than the silver tide,


s: Fairer than the _cana_ on the mountain side.


s: What were all the sounds contrived by tuneful men,


s: To the warbling wild notes of the sylvan glen?


s: Here the merry lark ascends on dewy wing,


s: There the mellow mavis and the blackbird sing.


s: What were all the splendour of the proud and great,


s: To the simple pleasures of our green retreat?


s: From the crystal spring fresh vigour we inhale,


s: Rosy health does court us on the mountain gale.


s: Were I offer'd all the wealth that Albion yields,


s: All her lofty mountains and her fruitful fields,


s: With the countless riches of her subject seas,


s: I would scorn the change for blisses such as these!


s: Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells,


s: Sweet the bubbling fountains and the dewy dells,


s: Sweet the snowy blossom of the thorny tree,


s: Sweeter is young Mary of Glensmole to me.


s: A bonnie rose bloom'd wild and fair, vol. iv., 112.


s: Adieu--a long and last adieu, vol. iii., 207.


s: Adieu, lovely summer, I see thee declining, vol. i., 273.


s: Adieu, romantic banks of Clyde, vol. iii., 30.


s: Adieu, ye streams that smoothly glide, vol. i., 42.


s: Admiring nature's simple charms, vol. ii., 239.


s: Ah! do not bid me wake the lute, vol. ii., 283.


s: Adown the burnie's flowery bank, vol. ii., 227.


s: Ae morn, last ouk, as I gaed out, vol. i., 118.


s: Ae morn of May, when fields were gay, vol. iii., 31.


s: Ah! faded is that lovely bloom, vol. ii., 276.


s: Afar from the home where his youthful prime, vol. vi., 165.


s: Afore the muircock begin to craw, vol. ii., 67.


s: Again the laverock seeks the sky, vol. v., 82.


s: Alake for the lassie! she's no right at a', vol. ii., 317.


s: A lassie cam' to our gate yestreen, vol. ii., 184.


s: Alas! how true the boding voice, vol. v., 87.


s: Ah! little did my mother think, vol. i., 234.


s: A lively young lass had a wee pickle tow, vol. i., 142.


s: All lovely and bright, 'mid the desert of time, vol. iv., 173.


s: All night, by the pathway that crosses the muir, vol. iv., 141.


s: Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube, vol. ii., 264.


s: Along by Levern stream so clear, vol. ii., 201.


s: Although the lays o' ither lands, vol. vi., 96.


s: Amang the birks sae blithe an' gay, vol. ii., 227.


s: Amang the breezy heights and howes, vol. vi., 49.


s: Ah! Mary, sweetest maid, farewell, vol. ii., 211.


s: And can thy bosom bear the thought, vol. iv., 100.


s: And dost thou speak sincere, my love, vol. ii., 116.


s: And hast thou sought thy heavenly home, vol. iii., 245.


s: Ah no! I cannot say farewell, vol. iii., 79.


s: Ah, Peggie, since thou 'rt gane away, vol. ii., 72.


s: A pretty young maiden sat on the grass, vol. iii., 251.


s: Argyle is my name, and you may think it strange, vol ii., 216.


s: As clear is Luther's wave, I ween, vol. iii., 224.


s: As I sat by the grave, at the brink of its cave, vol. i., 326.


s: As lockfasted in slumber's arms, vol. i., 330.


s: As o'er the Highland hills I hied, vol. i., 37.


s: A song, a song, brave hearts, a song, vol. v., 8.


s: As sunshine to the flowers in May, vol. v., 99.


s: At hame or afield, I 'm cheerless and lone, vol. iii., 124.


s: At Willie's weddin' on the green, vol. ii., 210.


s: Auld Peter MacGowan cam' down the craft, vol. v., 10.


s: Away, away, like a child at play, vol. vi., 68.


s: Away, away, my gallant bark, vol. vi., 84.


s: Away on the breast of the ocean, vol. vi., 211.


s: Away on the wings of the wind she flies, vol. iv., 160.


s: Away to the Highlands, where Lomond is flowing, vol. v., 254.


s: A weary lot is thine, fair maid, vol. i., 300.


s: A wee bird cam' to our ha' door, vol. iii., 128.


s: A wee bird sits upon a spray, vol. iv., 190.


s: A wee bit laddie sits wi' a bowl upon his knees, vol. vi., 145.


s: A wet sheet and a flowing sea, vol. iii., 15.


s: A young gudewife is in my house, vol. i., 141.


s: Beautiful moon, wilt thou tell me where, vol. vi., 44.


s: Be eident, be eident, fleet time rushes on, vol. v., 209.


s: Behave yoursel' before folk, vol. iii., 74.


s: Believe me or doubt me, I dinna care whilk, vol. ii., 108.


s: Ben Cruachan is king of the mountains, vol. vi., 115.


s: Beneath a hill, 'mang birken bushes, vol. iv., 294.


s: Blest be the hour of night, vol. vi., 48.


s: Blink over the burn, my sweet Betty, vol. ii., 171.


s: Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, vol. iii., 140.


s: Blithe be the mind of the ploughman, vol. v., 176.


s: Blithe young Bess to Jean did say, vol. ii., 82.


s: Blue are the hills above the Spey, vol. v., 212.


s: Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu' o' smiles, vol. iv., 233.


s: Bonnie Bonaly's wee fairy-led stream, vol. v., 207.


s: Bonnie Charlie 's now awa, vol. i., 218.


s: Bonnie Clouden, as ye wander, vol. ii., 230.


s: Bonnie lassie, blithesome lassie, vol. ii., 188.


s: Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet, vol. vi., 33.


s: Born where the glorious starlights trace, vol. iv., 150.


s: Bring the rod, the line, the reel, vol. v., 221.


s: Brither Jamie cam' west wi' a braw burn trout, vol. ii., 109.


s: Built on Time's uneven sand, vol. vi., 198.


s: By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep, vol. i., 110.


s: By the lone Mankayana's margin gray, vol. iii., 107.


s: Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock, vol. ii., 53.


s: Calm sleep the village dead, vol. v., 260.


s: Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg, vol. ii., 51.


s: Can my dearest Henry leave me, vol. iii., 41.


s: Can ought be constant as the sun, vol. ii., 249.


s: Can ye lo'e, my dear lassie, vol. v., 63.


s: Ca' the yowes to the knowes, vol. iv., 89.


s: Cauld blaws the wind frae north to south, vol. i., 119.


s: Change! change! the mournful story, vol. v., 173.


s: Charlie 's comin' o'er the sea, vol. vi., 160.


s: Chaunt me no more thy roundelay, vol. ii., 174.


s: Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow, vol. vi., 20.


s: Close by the marge of Leman's Lake, vol. vi., 177.


s: Come all ye jolly shepherds, vol. ii., 55.


s: Come back, come back, thou youthful time, vol. vi., 17.


s: Come gie us a sang, Montgomery cried, vol. i., 11.


s: Come, maid, upon yon mountain brow, vol. iii., 19.


s: Come, memory, paint, though far away, vol. vi., 52.


s: Come o'er the stream, Charlie, vol. ii., 59.


s: Come see my scarlet rose-bush, vol. vi., 37.


s: Come sit down, my cronie, an' gie me your crack, vol. ii., 306.


s: Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa', vol. i., 89.


s: Come when the dawn of the morning is breaking, vol. v., 15.


s: Could we but look beyond our sphere, vol. iii., 199.


s: Creep awa', my bairnie, creep afore ye gang, vol. v., 205.


s: Culloden, on thy swarthy brow, vol. iii., 46.


s: Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main, vol. i., 179.


s: Dear aunty, I've been lang your care, vol. ii., 95.


s: Dear aunty, what think ye o' auld Johnny Graham, vol. v., 107.


s: Dearest love believe me, vol. iii., 110.


s: Dear to my heart as life's warm stream, vol. i., 44.


s: Does grief appeal to you, ye leal, vol. ii., 341.


s: Down by a crystal stream, vol. vi., 207.


s: Down whar the burnie rins whimplin' and cheery, vol. v., 25.


s: Do you know what the birds are singing? vol. vi., 134.


s: Easy is my pillow press'd, vol. ii., 349.


s: Eliza fair, the mirth of May, vol. v., 138.


s: Ere eild wi' his blatters had warsled me doun, vol. ii., 246.


s: Ere foreign fashions crossed the Tweed, vol. iii., 189.


s: Exiled far from scenes of pleasure, vol. ii., 165.


s: Eye of the brain and heart, vol. v., 133.


s: Fair are the fleecy flocks that feed, vol. ii., 128.


s: Fair Ellen, here again I stand, vol. v., 141.


s: Fair modest flower of matchless worth, vol. i., 157.


s: Fair Scotland, dear as life to me, vol. v., 137.


s: Fare-thee-weel, for I must leave thee, vol. iii., 263.


s: Fare-thee-weel, my bonnie lassie, vol. iii., 225.


s: Fareweel to ilk hill whar the red heather grows, vol. v., 91.


s: Fareweel, ye fields and meadows green, vol. i., 121.


s: Farewell, and though my steps depart, vol. iii., 116.


s: Farewell, our father's land, vol. iii., 249.


s: Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar, vol. vi., 117.


s: Farewell, ye streams sae dear to me, vol. ii., 232.


s: Far lone amang the Highland hills, vol. ii., 139.


s: Far over yon hills of the heather sae green, vol. ii., 50.


s: Fierce as its sunlight, the East may be proud, vol. vi., 28.


s: Fife, an' a' the land about it, vol. ii., 112.


s: Float forth, thou flag of the free, vol. vi., 221.


s: Flowers of summer sweetly springing, vol. v., 251.


s: For mony lang year I hae heard frae my granny, vol. ii., 250.


s: For success a prayer with a farewell bear, vol. iii., 284.


s: From the climes of the sun all war-worn and weary, vol. ii., 220.


s: From the deep and troubled waters, vol. vi., 25.


s: Fy, let us a' to the wedding, vol. i., 136.


s: Gae bring my guid auld harp ance mair, vol. iv., 58.


s: Gane were but the winter cauld, vol. iii., 12.


s: Gang wi' me to yonder howe, bonnie Peggie, O! vol. iv., 133.


s: Give me the hour when bells are rung, vol. vi., 149.


s: Give the swains of Italia, vol. vi., 223.


s: Glad tidings for the Highlands, vol. ii., 335.


s: Good morrow, good morrow, warm, rosy, and bright, vol. v., 16.


s: Good night, and joy be wi' ye a', vol. ii., 214.


s: Good night, the silver stars are clear, vol. v., 246.


s: Go to him then if thou canst go, vol. ii., 300.


s: Guid night and joy be wi' ye a', vol. iv., 114.


s: Had I the wings of a dove I would fly, vol. v., 261.


s: Hae ye been in the north, bonnie lassie, vol. ii., 308.


s: Hail to the chief who in triumph advances, vol. i., 295.


s: Hark, hark, the skylark singing, vol. ii., 202.


s: Hark, the martial drums resound, vol. ii., 164.


s: Haste all ye fairy elves hither to me, vol. iv., 131.


s: Heard ye the bagpipe or saw ye the banners, vol. iv., 78.


s: Heart, take courage, 'tis not worthy, vol. vi., 9.


s: Heaven speed the righteous sword, vol. i., 254.


s: Hech, what a change hae we now in this toun, vol. ii., 215.


s: Hech, hey, the mirth that was there, vol. i., 205.


s: He left his native land, and far away, vol. v., 111.


s: He loved her for her merry eyes, vol. v., 244.


s: Here 's to them, to them that are gane, vol. i., 237.


s: Her eyes were red with weeping, vol. iii., 136.


s: Here 's to the year that 's awa', vol. v., 78.


s: Her hair was like the Cromla mist, vol. ii., 177.


s: Her lip is o' the rose's hue, vol. v., 117.


s: Hersell pe auchty years and twa, vol. ii., 71.


s: He 's a terrible man, John Tod, John Tod, vol. i., 216.


s: He 's gone on the mountain, vol. i., 299.


s: He 's lifeless amang the rude billows, vol. i., 202.


s: He sorrowfu' sat by the ingle cheek, vol. vi., 138.


s: He 's ower the hills that I lo'e weel, vol. i., 211.


s: Hey for the Hielan' heather, vol. iv., 110.


s: Home of my fathers, though far from thy grandeur, vol. iii., 136.


s: How blithely the pipe through Glenlyon was sounding, vol. v., 26.


s: How brightly beams the bonnie moon, vol. iii., 73.


s: How early I woo'd thee, how dearly I lo'ed thee, vol. v., 160.


s: How eerily, how drearily, how eerily to pine, vol. iii., 137.


s: How happy a life does the parson possess, vol. i., 28.


s: How happy lives the peasant by his ain fireside, vol. iii., 78.


s: How often death art waking, vol. i., 321.


s: How pleasant, how pleasant to wander away, vol. ii, 274.


s: How sweet are Leven's silver streams, vol. iii., 36.


s: How sweet are the blushes of morn, vol. v., 35.


s: How sweet is the scene at the waking of morning, vol. ii., 243.


s: How sweet the dewy bell is spread, vol. iii., 259.


s: How sweet thy modest light to view, vol. ii., 196.


s: Hurra! for the land o' the broom-cover'd brae, vol. vi., 103.


s: Hurrah for Scotland's worth and fame, vol. v., 229.


s: Hurrah for the Thistle, the brave Scottish Thistle, vol. v., 232.


s: Hurrah, hurrah for the boundless sea, vol. vi., 189.


s: Hurrah, hurrah, we 've glory won, vol. v., 89.


s: Hush, ye songsters, day is done, vol. iii., 159.


s: I ask no lordling's titled name, vol. ii., 166.


s: I canna leave my native land, vol. vi., 228.


s: I canna sleep a wink, lassie, vol. v., 183.


s: I cannot give thee all my heart, vol. vi., 11.


s: I dream'd thou wert a fairy harp, vol. vi., 29.


s: If Fortune with a smiling face, vol. vi., 12.


s: I fleet along, and the empires fall, vol. vi., 167.


s: I fly from the fold since my passion's despair, vol. i., 316.


s: I form'd a green bower by the rill o' yon glen, vol. iv., 62.


s: If there 's a word that whispers love, vol. v., 266.


s: If wealth thou art wooing, or title, or fame, vol. v., 7.


s: I gaed to spend a week in Fife, vol. vi., 55.


s: I hae naebody noo, I hae naebody noo, vol. ii., 77.


s: I have wander'd afar, 'neath stranger skies, vol. vi., 88.


s: I heard a wee bird singing, vol. v., 32.


s: I lately lived in quiet ease, vol. ii., 62.


s: I like to spring in the morning bricht, vol. v., 98.


s: I 'll no be had for naething, vol. i., 230.


s: I 'll no walk by the kirk, mother, vol. vi., 42.


s: I 'll sing of yon glen of red heather, vol. ii., 74.


s: I 'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, vol. v., 155.


s: I 'll think on thee, Love, when thy bark, vol. vi., 50.


s: I 'll think o' thee, my Mary Steel, vol. iv., 268.


s: I 'll twine a gowany garland, vol. vi., 105.


s: I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane, vol. i., 90.


s: I love a sweet lassie, mair gentle and true, vol. vi., 144.


s: I love the free ridge of the mountain, vol. iii., 108.


s: I love the merry moonlight, vol. iv., 135.


s: I love the sea, I love the sea, vol. iv., 162.


s: I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat on the wild sea waves, vol. vi., 187.


s: I mark'd her look of agony, vol. iii., 167.


s: I 'm away, I 'm away like a thing that is wild, vol. v., 255.


s: I 'm naebody noo, though in days that are gane, vol. v., 182.


s: I 'm now a guid farmer, I 've acres o' land, vol. i., 263.


s: I 'm wand'rin' wide this wintry night, vol. v., 158.


s: I met four chaps yon birks amang, vol. ii., 208.


s: In a dream of the night I was wafted away, vol. iii. 257.


s: In a howm, by a burn, where the brown birks grow, vol. vi., 234.


s: In all its rich wildness her home she is leaving, vol. i., 200.


s: In a saft simmer gloamin', vol. iii., 236.


s: In distant years when other arms, vol. v., 123.


s: I neither got promise of siller nor land, vol. iii., 147.


s: I never thocht to thole the waes, vol. iv., 221.


s: In her chamber, vigil keeping, vol. vi., 213.


s: In life's gay morn, when hopes beat high, vol. iii., 42.


s: In that home was joy and sorrow, vol. vi., 184.


s: In the morning of life, when its sunny smile, vol. iii., 200.


s: I remember the time, thou roaring sea, vol. vi., 13.


s: Isabel Mackay is with the milk kye, vol. i., 318.


s: I sat in the vale 'neath the hawthorns so hoary, vol. iv., 60.


s: I see, I see the Hirta, the land of my desire, vol. v., 282.


s: I see the wretch of high degree, vol. i., 315.


s: Is not the earth a burial-place, vol. v., 269.


s: Is your war-pipe asleep, and for ever, M'Crimman, vol. iv., 166.


s: It fell on a morning when we were thrang, vol. i, 146.


s: It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong, vol. i., 22.


s: It 's dowie in the hint o' hairst, vol. v., 62.


s: It 's hame, and it 's hame, hame fain wad I be, vol. iii., 13.


s: It was an English ladye bright, vol. i., 289.


s: I 've listened to the midnight wind, vol. iii., 203.


s: I 've a guinea I can spend, vol. vi., 22.


s: I 've been upon the moonlit deep, vol. vi., 70.


s: I 've met wi' mony maidens fair, vol. vi., 91.


s: I 've rocked me on the giddy mast, vol. iii., 20.


s: I 've seen the lily of the wold, vol. iii., 48.


s: I 've seen the smiling summer flower, vol. iv., 245.


s: I 've wander'd east, I 've wander'd west, vol. iii., 233.


s: I wadna gi'e my ain wife, vol. iv., 246.


s: I walk'd by mysel' owre the sweet braes o' Yarrow, vol. iii., 86.


s: I wander'd alane at the break o' the mornin', vol. vi., 89.


s: I warn you, fair maidens, to wail and to sigh, vol. ii., 197.


s: I will sing a song of summer, vol. vi., 186.


s: I will think of thee yet, though afar I may be, vol. iv., 167.


s: I will wake my harp when the shades of even, vol. iv., 170.


s: I winna bide in your castle ha's, vol. iv., 229.


s: I winna gang back to my minny again, vol. ii., 248.


s: I wish I were where Helen lies, vol. i., 111.


s: Jenny's heart was frank and free, vol. i., 114.


s: John Anderson, my jo, John, vol. i., 155.


s: Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, vol. ii., 141.


s: Land of my fathers! night's dark gloom, vol. iii., 167.


s: Land of my fathers, I leave thee in sadness, vol. vi., 207.


s: Lane on the winding Earn there stands, vol. i., 223.


s: Lassie, dear lassie, the dew 's on the gowan, vol. iv., 168.


s: Lassie wi' the gowden hair, vol. i., 87.


s: Last midsummer's morning, as going to the fair, vol. i., 123.


s: Lat me look into thy face, Jeanie, vol. vi., 135.


s: Leafless and bare were the shrub and the flower, vol. iv., 76.


s: Leave the city's busy throng, vol. vi., 143.


s: Let Highland lads, wi' belted plaids, vol. iv., 77.


s: Let ither anglers choose their ain, vol. v., 222.


s: Let the maids of the Lowlands, vol. iii., 272.


s: Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, vol. iv., 264.


s: Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, vol. iii., 146.


s: Life's pleasure seems sadness and care, vol. vi., 194.


s: Listen to me, as when ye heard our father, vol. iii., 183.


s: Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddisdale, vol. ii., 75.


s: Look up, old friend, why hang thy head, vol. vi., 199.


s: Lord Ronald came to his lady's bower, vol. ii., 181.


s: Loudon's bonnie woods and braes, vol. ii., 137.


s: Love brought me a bough o' the willow sae green, vol. iii., 188.


s: Love flies the haunts of pomp and power, vol. v., 79.


s: Love is timid, love is shy, vol. iii., 196.


s: Loved land of my kindred, farewell, and for ever, vol. iv., 111.


s: Lovely maiden, art thou sleeping, vol. iii., 76.


s: Lowland lassie, wilt thou go, vol. ii., 151.


s: 'Mang a' the lasses young and braw, vol. iii., 214.


s: Meg muckin' at Geordie's byre, vol. i., 244.


s: Men of England, who inherit, vol. ii., 268.


s: Mild as the morning, a rose-bud of beauty, vol. v., 37.


s: Mourn for the mighty dead, vol. vi., 21.


s: Mournfully, oh, mournfully, vol. iii., 239.


s: Musing, we sat in our garden bower, vol. v., 100.


s: My beauty dark, my glossy bright, vol. ii., 347.


s: My beauty of the shieling, vol. vi., 250.


s: My bonnie wee Bell was a mitherless bairn, vol. v., 67.


s: My bonnie wee wifie, I 'm waefu' to leave thee, vol. v., 13.


s: My brothers are the stately trees, vol. iv., 254.


s: My brown dairy, brown dairy, vol. ii., 327.


s: My couthie auld wife, aye blithsome to see, vol. vi., 102.


s: My darling is the philabeg, vol. v., 290.


s: My dearest, wilt thou follow, vol. vi., 252.


s: My dear little lassie, why, what 's the matter? vol. i., 246.


s: My hawk is tired of perch and hood, vol. i., 298.


s: My lassie is lovely, as May-day adorning, vol. iii., 48.


s: My love, come let us wander, vol. iii., 197.


s: My luve 's a flower in garden fair, vol. v., 189.


s: My mother bids me bind my hair, vol. i., 41.


s: My mountain hame, my mountain hame, vol. iv., 194.


s: My name it is Donald M'Donald, vol. ii., 48.


s: My native land, my native land, vol. vi., 206.


s: My soul is ever with thee, vol. v., 106.


s: My spirit could its vigil hold, vol. iv., 152.


s: My tortured bosom long shall feel, vol. iii., 141.


s: My wee wife dwells in yonder cot, vol. iv., 187.


s: My wife 's a winsome wee thing, vol. ii., 299.


s: My young heart's luve! twal' years hae been, vol. iv., 259.


s: My young, my fair, my fair-haired Mary, vol. i., 335.


s: Name the leaves on all the trees, vol. vi., 118.


s: Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering, vol. v., 75.


s: No homeward scene near me, vol. iv., 290.


s: No more by thy margin, dark Carron, vol. vi., 202.


s: No one knows what silent secrets, vol. vi., 24.


s: No sky shines so bright as the sky that is spread, vol. iv., 61.


s: No sound was heard o'er the broom-covered valley, vol. iv., 86.


s: Now bank and brae are clad in green, vol. ii., 245.


s: Now, Jenny lass, my bonnie bird, vol. ii., 92.


s: Now, Mary, now, the struggle 's o'er, vol. iii., 229.


s: Now rests the red sun in his caves of the ocean, vol. ii., 254.


s: Now simmer decks the field wi' flowers, vol. ii., 304.


s: Now smiling summer's balmy breeze, vol. ii., 229.


s: Now summer shines with gaudy pride, vol. ii., 116.


s: Now the beams of May morn, vol. iii., 149.


s: Now winter wi' his cloudy brow, vol. ii., 147.


s: Now winter's wind sweeps o'er the mountains, vol. i., 165.


s: Oh! are ye sleeping, Maggie, vol. ii., 156.


s: Oh, beautiful and bright thou art, vol. vi., 197.


s: Oh, blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft, vol. i., 124.


s: Oh, blessing on her star-like e'en, vol. v., 102.


s: Oh! blessing on thee, land, vol. v., 104.


s: Oh, bonnie are the howes, vol. iv., 200.


s: Oh, bonnie buds yon birchen-tree, vol. ii., 240.


s: Oh, bonnie Nelly Brown, I will sing a song to thee, vol. v., 276.


s: Oh, bonnie 's the lily that blooms in the valley, vol. v., 194.