But oh! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flow'r so early;
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That wraps my Highland Mary.

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!

And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly.
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary.

AND HAS SHE DISCHARGED THE SWEET YOUTH.

AND has she discharged the sweet youth,
The dear little cook I adore ;

Shall I never again hear his voice,
Nor see that loved form any more?
Ah, no no, I shall never see him more?

Ah, no,
&c.

Well-a-day for my cooky and me,

With the king I am quite in disgrace;
Whilst, bereft of a character, he
Must wander in quest of a place.

And has he, &c.

WHEN FIRST LOVE CAME.

WHEN first love came to dwell on earth,
A wicked rogue was he;

"Till heaven gave sweet marriage birth,
That clipp'd his wings might be ;

In hoeing of de sugar,

Or picking cotton, all de same,
I used to beat de oder niggers,
And give dem twenty in the game.

Wheel about, &c.

At last I went to seek my fortune,
Got up by break of day,

Left ole shoes behind me,

my

And off I ran away.

I come to a riber,

Wheel about, &c.

Which I couldn't git across,

So I gid a couple of shillings

For an ole blind horse.

OH Sarah, you wixen, I calls in wain ;

Oh Sarah! oh Sarah! she's out, she's out again ;
I hear a woice repeat her name around,
And with Oh Sarah! all the streets resound.

ARIA.

A scavenger who lodged in the Seven Dials crossed me,
As cold, vet, and hungry, towards home I press'd:
He leant on his broom, and then did accost me,
And offered his garret on some clean straw to rest.
Ah nay, good old covey, no further I'll roam;
I'll vait till my Sarah from the gin-shop comes home.
Quite lucky comes home, quite muzzy comes home,
I'll vait till my Sarah from the boozing ken comes home.

Come, valk up, old chap, till this heavy shower passes,
Quite snug in the garret there shelter thy head;
Of Segar's light blue ye'll take a few glasses;
In the cupboard you'll find some sausages and bread.
Ah, nay, good old covey, &c.

THE QUEEN OF BONNIE LASSES.

O SCOTIA! tho' I grieve to part
From thee, the land of story,
Thou'lt ever live within my heart
A source of pride and glory:
Thy silent glens, thy rivers bright,
Thy lonely mountain passes,
And one I love shall bless my sight,
The queen of bonnie lasses.

O Scotia in the battle field
Thy name I still will cherish;

And prove thy children scorn to yield,
But never fear to perish.

And, oh! if fortune spare my life,

And fate in kindness passes,
There's one I love shall be my wife,
The queen of bonnie lasses.

GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET

GAILY sounds the castanet,

Beating time to bounding feet,
When, after day-light's golden set,
Maids and youth by moon-light meet.
Oh, then, how sweet to move,

Through all that maze of mirth-.
Lighted by those eyes we love,
Beyond all eyes on earth.

Then, the joyous banquet spread

On the cool and fragrant ground.
When night's bright eye-beams over head,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh, then how sweet to say

Into the lov'd one's ear-
Thoughts reserv'd through many a day,
To be thus whisper'd here.

When the dance and feast are done,
Arm-in-arm as home we stray,
How sweet to see the dawning sun,
O'er her cheeks warm blushes play,
Then, then, the farewell kiss,

And word, whose parting tone
Lingers still in dreams of bliss,
That haunt young hearts alone.

THE WOODPECKER.

I KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said, if there's peace to be found in the world
A heart that is humble might hope for it there.
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree.

And here in this lone little wood, I exclaimed,

With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye; Who would blush when I praised her, and weep if I

blamed,

How blest could I live, and how calm could I die! Every leaf was at rest, &c.

By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips, In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline! And, to know that I sighed upon innocent lips, Which ne'er had been sighed on by any but mine. Every leaf was at rest, &c,

THE ROSE OF AFFECTION.

THE lilies were blowing,

When Edward all glowing,

With purest delight to his Flora did say―
Though short-lived each flower,

I plant round this bower,

Yet the rose of affection shall ne'er die away.

Then Flora soft sighing,

To Edward replying,

'Tis honour alone keeps true love from decay;
For, Edward, believe me,

Whene'er you deceive me,
The flower of affection will wither away.

BILLY O'ROUKE.

I GREASED my brogues, and cut my stick,
At the latter end of May, Sir,

And off for England I set out,
To sail upon the sea, Sir;