It is not for your silver bright, And by my word! the bonny bird So though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud apace, The boat has left a stormy land, And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, For sore dismay'd, thro' storm and shade, One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, *The evil spirit of the waters. 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief, 'Across this stormy water,. And I'll forgive your Highland chief, 'Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing : The waters wild went o'er his child And he was left lamenting. ' WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE. THERE'S news from Moidart cam' yestreen, Come thro' the heather, around him gather, For wha'll be king but Charlie. Come thro' the heather, around him gather, The highland clans wi' sword in hand, Come thro' the heather, &c. The lawlands a' baith great an' sma', There's ne'er a lass in a' the land, To man she'll ne'er gie heart or hand, Come thro' the heather, &c. Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, His very name our heart's blood warms- Come thro' the heather, &c. A SCOT'S LUVE SANG.-By the Ettrick Shepherd. COULD this ill warld hae been contriv'd Releas'd frae a' the ills sae common ! That man maun hae this teazing mony, Why see a sweet bewitching face? -O, had they not been made so bonny! I might hae wandered dale and wood, As happy as the lands before me; Wi' glossy e'en sae dark an' wily. I saw the danger, fear'd the dart, Yet open laid my wareless heart, O' wild witch-notes it has nae ony, Sae sweet, sae wicked, an' sae bonny! THE SCOTCHMAN'S WALLET. HAVE not you seen the Scotchman's wallet, Hanging over his shoulders? Shoulders, shoulders, A hanging over his shoulders. What has the Scotchman got in his wallet, Shoulders, shoulders, A hanging over his shoulders. Beef and pudding, cabbage and bacon, Shoulders, shoulders. A hanging over his shoulders. Come, let us buy the Scotchman's wallet, Farthing, farthing, For four pence, half penny farthing. LIGHT AS THISTLE DOWN. LIGHT as thistle down moving, which floats on the air, CONJUGAL COMFORT. 'DEAR John, prithee tell me, cried Ruth, I should swear but the truth, Did I swear what I'm going to say? That wedlock's a state, In good humour, that fate Contriv'd to bless woman and man, All should marry as soon as they can.' 'Why Goody,' quoth Gubbins, you know My thoughts of the thing 'fore to-day; Nor, as I shall show, Need one many miles go, To prove what I'm going to say. Did wives ever scold, Were they ugly or old, A spouse were a miserable man; But smooth is their tongue, They're all comely and young Giles, get married as soon as you can. 'If one's children one wish'd in their graves, Still plaguing one, day after day; The girls fashion's slaves, The boys puppies and knaves, One then might have something to say: But brats are no evil, They ne'er play the devil; Nor have wives from their duty e'er ran; Then since, my friend Giles, Wedlock greets you with smiles, Get married as soon as you can.' |