But as I came down from the hill-top,

I heard afar below,

How busy the jolly miller was,

And how merry the wheel did go.

And I peeped into the widow's field,
And sure enough was seen,

The yellow'd ears of the mildewed corn
All standing stiff and green.

And down by the weaver's croft I stole,
To see if the flax were high:

And I saw the weaver at his gate
With the good news in his eye.

Now this is all I heard mother,
And all that I did see,

So, prithee, make my bed mother,

For I'm tired as I can be!"

MARY HOWITT.

HE:

SHE:

HE:

SHE:

HE:

MARY, "THE LASS O' ISLA."

H, Mary sweetest maid farewell!

"A"

My hopes are flown for a's to wreck, Heaven guard you love, and heal your heart, Though mine, alas! maun break."

"Dearest lad, what ills betide?

Is Willie to his love untrue?

Engaged the morn to be his bride,

An' ha'e ye, ha'e ye ta'en the rue?”

Ye canna wear a ragged gown,
Or beggar wed ur' naught ava;

My kye are drown'd, my house is down
My last sheep lies aneath the snaw."

"Tell na me o' storm or flood,

Or sheep a' smoor'd ayont the hill;
For Willie's sake I Willie lo'ed,

Though poor, ye are my Willie still."

"Ye canna thole the wind and rain,
Or wander friendless far fra hame;
Cheer, cheer your heart; some other swain
Will soon blot out lost Willie's name."

SHE: "I'll tak

HE:

SHE:

my bundle in my hand

And wipe the dew-drop frae my e'e;
I'll wander wi' ye o'er the land

"Forgi'e me, 'twas all a snare;

My flocks are safe, we needna' part;
I'd forfeit them, and ten times mair
To clasp thee Mary to my heart.”

"How could ye wi' my feelings sport
Or doubt a heart sae warm and true?
I maist could wish ye mischief for 't,
But canna wish aught ill to you."

ADIEU, ADIEU FOR AYE MARY.

A

(OR "THE BRAES OF AUCHINBLAE”).

S clear is Luther's wave I ween,

As gay the grove, the vale as green;

But, oh! the days that we have seen

Are fled, and fled for aye, Mary!

Oh! we have often fondly stray'd
In Fordoun's green embow'ring glade
And marked the moonbeam as it played
On Luther's bonnie wave, Mary!

Since then full many a year and day
With me have slowly pass'd away,
Far from the braes of Auchinblae

And far from love and thee Mary!

And we must part again, my dear,
It is not mine to linger here;
Yes, we must part-and oh! I fear,

We meet not here again Mary!

For on Cullodin's bloody field,

Our hapless prince's fate is seal'd

Last night to me it was reveal'd

Sooth as the word of Heaven, Mary!

And 'ere tomorrow's sun shall shine
Upon the heights of Galloguhine,

A thousand victims at the shrine

Of tyranny, shall bleed, Mary!

Hark! Hark! they come-the foemen comeI go, but wheresoe'r I roam,

With thee my heart remains at home.

Adieu! adieu, for aye, Mary!

MARY STEEL.

I'LL think o' thee, my Mary Steel,
When the lark begins to sing,

And a thousan', thousan' joyfu' hearts

Are welcoming the spring;

When the merle and the blackbird build their nest

In the bushy forest tree,

And a' things under the sky seem blest

My thoughts shall be o' thee.

I'll think o' thee my Mary Steel,

When the simmer spreads her flowers,
And the lilly blooms, and the ivy twines
In beauty round the bowers;

When the cushat coos in the leafy wood,
And the lambs sport o'er the lea,
And every heart's in its happiest mood,
My thoughts shall be o' thee.

I'll think o' thee, my Mary Steel

When harv'st blythe days begin,

And shearers ply in the yellow ripe field

The foremost rig to win;

When the shepherd brings his ewes to the fauld,

Where light-hair'd lassies be,

And mony a tale o' love is tauld,

My thoughts shall be o' thee.