Sheath the sword Scotland! Scotland! Scotland; Sheath the sword Scotland, for dimn'd is its shine.; Thy foemen are fleeing, fleeing, fleeing, And who kens nae mercy is nae son o' thine. The struggle is over, over, over, The struggle is over, the victory won; There are tears for the fallen, the fallen, the fallen, Sheath the sword Scotland! Scotland! Scotland! MR. WALKER THE TWOPENNY POSTMAN. Who a month after wedlock, 'tis truth I declare, Her person was thin, genteel, and tall, And while her spousy work'd hard at his stall, He was just four feet six in height, His toes he turn'd out, he had bright black eyes, mon size, And he really look'd without any lies, Too genteel for a twopenny postman. Resolved she was to get in his way, So without any trouble she met him one day, Says he, "I don't know you;" says she, "Good lack, I lives next door in the two-pair back,- My husband's a cobbler, 'tis all in your track”- With love in his eyes, he then at her did stare; I was," says the twopenny postman. "That your husband ill-treats you I can't suppose”"Yes, he gives me bad words and sometimes blows He's an ugly man, and has got no nose." "I have," says the twopenny postman. His kindness was such that it knew no end, They were soled and heel'd without delay; ; Ever since then they've led a cat-and-dog life; strife; The cobbler was done, and so was his wife By Walker, the twopenny postman. For by way of a finish to this vile act, TELL ME MY HEART. TELL me my heart, why morning prime, Looks like the fading eve, Why the gay larks celestial chime, Shall tell, shall tell, the soul to grieve; Tell me my heart, why summer's glow, Why Flora's beauties seem to blow, Ah! happy maid your love is near. BACHELOR'S FARE. ONE night my sweetheart came to woo, He looked so kind and handsome too, He asked my hand with such a grace, Next morning, we exchanged our vows, "Tis bliss to share with him our fare, AULD ROBIN GRAY. YOUNG Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his bride, But saving a crown, he had naething else beside ; When my mither she fell sick, and the cow was stown awa, My Father brak his arm, and my Jamie at the sea, And auld Robin Gray cam a-courting to me. My father cou'dna work, and my mither cou'dna spin; I toil'd baith day and night, but their bread I cou'dna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his ee, But the wind it blew high, and the ship it prov'd a wreck ; The ship it prov'd a wreck, why didna Jenny die! Auld Robin argued sair, though my mither didna speak, She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break ; So they gied him my hand, tho' my heart was at the sea, And auld Robin Gray is a gude man to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, O, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say, I darena think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin; THE FASCINATING GROCER. COME listen to a whimmy chant, So if my song is long and good, Tol lol de rol. One day as trudging through the Park, Says I, I'll have a little lark With yonder pretty maiden; She's drest so spruce, and looks so sly, And though a cast she's in one eye, Tol lol de rol |