Life, thou soul of every blessing, THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. "The Young Highland Rover," is Prince Charles Stuart. Burns was always a Jacobite, but more so after his tour to the Highlands, when this song was composed. TUNE-Morag. LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Since my young Highland Rover The trees now naked groaning, STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed, in the following verses, to be lying concealed in some eave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. THICKEST night o'erhang my dwelling! 1 Hanging.-2 Worn with grief.-3 Live-long. Crystal streamlets gently flowing, In the cause of right engagéd, But the Heavens denied success. THE BANKS OF NITH. A Fragment. To thee, loved Nith, thy gladsome plains, I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes, FAREWELL TO NANCY. The last four lines of the second verse of this song have furnished Byron with a motto, and Scott has said that that motto is worth a thousand romances: "Had we never loved sae kindly," &c. AE fond kiss, and then we sever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, FAREWELL TO ELIZA. Written for Johnson's Museum. This song has latterly been rendered popular by the musical talents of Miss Stephens. TUNE-Gilderoy. FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, They never, never can divide Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, But the last throb that leaves my heart, While Death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh. FAIR ELIZA. "The bonnie brucket lassie," to the music of which this superior song is composed, was written by an eccentric character, who was well known in Edinburgh about forty years ago by the name of "Balloon Tytler." He also wrote the popular song, of "Loch Erroch Side." TUNE-The bonnie brucket lassie. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet in the moment Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, THOUGH CRUEL FATE, ETC. This beautiful fragment is an early composition. THOUGH cruel Fate should bid us part, Though mountains frown and deserts howl, Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, THE HIGHLAND LASSIE. Burns composed these verses in early life, before he was at all known in the world. The object of his affection was Mary Campbell, a native of the Highlands. The deep impression which she made on his mind can hardly be inferred from this song. From those which follow, however, we can more readily imagine the intense interest which she excited in his bosom. TUNE-The deuk s dang owre my daddy. NAE gentle dames, though e'er sae fair, Within the glen sae bushy, 0, Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine, Within the glen, &c. But fickle fortune frowns on me, Although thro' foreign climes I range, Within the glen, &c. For her I'll dare the billow's roar, For her I'll dare the distant shore, |