Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword!

And there's no a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.

I've lived a life of sturt and strife;

I die by treacherie:

It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avengèd be.

Now farewell light-thou sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky!

May coward shame disdain his name,
The wretch that dares not die!

THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT.

THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear through the vale; The hawthorn trees blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale:

But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, While the lingering moments are numbered by care? No flowers gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair.

The deed that I dared could it merit their malice,
A king and a father to place on his throne?

His right are these hills and his right are these valleys,
Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none.

But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn,
My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I mourn;
Your deeds proved so loyal in hot bloody trial,—
Alas! can I make you no sweeter return

BRAW LADS OF GALLA WATER.

Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
O braw lads of Galla Water!
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

And follow my love through the water. Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow,

Sae bonny blue her een, my dearie; Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou', The mair I kiss she's ay my dearie.

O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae,

O'er yon moss amang the heather,

I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
And follow my love through the water.
Down amang the broom, the broom,

Down amang the broom, my dearie,
The lassie lost a silken snood,

That cost her mony a blirt and bleary.

STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.
THICKEST night, o'erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, o'er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Still surround my lonely cave!
Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind,
Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my distracted mind.
In the cause of right engagèd,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour's war we strongly wagèd,

But the heavens denied success.

Farewell, fleeting, fickle treasure,

'Tween Misfortune and Folly shared! Farewell, Peace, and farewell, Pleasure! Farewell, flattering man's regard!

Ruin's wheel has driven o'er me;
Nor dare my fate a hope attend;
The wide world is all before me-
But a world without a friend!

STAY, MY CHARMER.

STAY, my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me!

Well you know how much you grieve me!
Cruel charmer, can you go?
Cruel charmer, can you go?

By my love so ill requited;
By the faith you fondly plighted;
By the pangs of lovers slighted;
Do not, do not leave me so!
Do not, do not leave me so!

MY HOGGIE.

WHAT will I do gin my hoggie die?
My joy, my pride, my hoggie!
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And vow but I was vogie!

The lee-lang night we watched the fauld,
Me and my faithfu' doggie;

We heard nought but the roaring linn
Amang the braes sae scroggie;

But the houlet cried frae the castle wa'
The blitter frae the boggie,
The tod replied upon the hill:
I trembled for my hoggie.

When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggy:

An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke,
And maist has killed my hoggie.

HER DADDIE FORBAD.

HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;
Forbidden she wadna be;

She wadna trow't the browst she brewed
Wad taste sae bitterlie.

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie,

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie.

A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,
And thretty guid shillin's and three;
A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,
The lass with the bonnie black ee.

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.

Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;

When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,

The drift is driving sairly;

Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast,

I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;

And lang's the night frae e'en to morn
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER.
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,

The snaw the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,

Since my young Highland Rover
Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May Heaven be his warden;
Return him safe to fair Strathspey
And bonnie Castle-Gordon!
The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blithely singing,
And every flower be springing.
Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty warden
My youth's returned to fair Strathspey
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.

HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER.

HEY, the dusty miller,

And his dusty coat;
He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat.
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss
I got frae the miller.