This proves his rank folly-from nature he caught a rub,
Through changing his stomach clean into a water-tub.
Since good liquor doubtless was sent for our uses,
To gladden our hearts, while we shun its abuses-
May each tee-totalist freeze until ice he's a lump of,
For a man who drinks water I'd have made a pump of.

BONNIE JEANIE GRAY.

O WHAR was ye sae late yestreen,
My bonnie Jeanie Gray?
Your mither miss'd you late at e'en,
And eke at break o' day.

Your mither look'd sae sour and sad,
Your faither dull and wae-
O whar was ye sae late yestreen,

My bonnie Jeanie Gray?

Your mither look'd, &c.

Dear sister sit ye down by me,
And let naebody ken,

For I hae promis'd late yestreen,
To wed young Jamie Glen.
The melting tear stood in his e'e-
What heart could say him nay?
As aft he vow'd, through life

I'm thine, my bonnie Jeanie Gray.
The melting tear, &c.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE.

Ir a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
If a body kiss a body, need a body ery?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha`e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel';

But whare his hame, or what his name,
I dinna care to tell.

If a body meet a body comin' frae the toun,
If a body greet a body, need a body frown?
Every lassie has her laddie;

Nane, they say, ha'e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel':

But whare his hame, or what his name,
1 dinna care to tell.

I'M owre young, I'm owre young,
I'm owre young to marry yet,
I'm owre young, 'twould be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet;
I am my mammy's ain bairn,
Nor of my hame am weary yet,
And I would have ye learn, lads,
That ye for me must tarry yet.

For I'm owre young, &c.

I'm owre young, I'm owre young,
I'm owre young to marry yet,
I'm owre young, 'twould be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet;
For I hae had my ain way,
Nane dare to contradict me yet,
So soon to say I wad obey,
In truth I darena venture yet.
For I'm owre young, &c.

WHEN TIME HATH BEREFT THEE.

WHEN time hath bereft thee of charms now divine, And youth shall have left thee, nor beauty be thine; When the roses shall vanish that circle thee now, And the thorn thou wouldst banish shall press on thy brow,

In the hour of thy sadness thou'lt think upon me.
But the thought shall be madness, deceiver to thee.

When he who could turn thee from virtue and fame,
Shall leave thee, and spurn thee, to sorrow and shame
When by him, thus requited, thy brain shall be stung
Thy hopes shall be blighted, thy bosom be wrung,
In the depth of thy sadness, thou'lt think then on me
But that thought shall be madness, deceiver to thee.

OUR ancient English melodies,
Are banish'd out of doors,

And nothing's heard in modern days,
But Signoras and Signors.
Such airs I hate

Like a pig in a gate,

Give me the good old strain,

When 'twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagg'd all,

We shall never see the like again,
We shall never see the like again.

On beds of down our dandies lay,
And waste the cheerful morn,
While our squires of old would rouse the day
With the sound of the bugle horn;

And their wives took care

The feast to prepare,

For when they left the plain,
Oh! 'twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagg'd all,

We shall never see the like again,
We shall never see the like again,

Twas then the Christmas tale was told
Of goblin, ghost, or fairy,

And they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old
With a cup of good canary.

And they each took a smack

Of the cold black jack,

Till the fire burn'd in each brain ;
Oh! 'twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagg'd all,

May we soon see the like again,
May we soon see the like again.

THE MOUNTAIN MAID.

THE mountain maid from her bower has hied,
And sped to the glassy river's side,

Where the radiant moon shone clear and bright,
And the willows waved in the silver light,
On a mossy bank lay a shepherd swain,

He woke his pipe to a tuneful strain,

And so blithely gay were the notes he play'd, That he charm'd the ear of the mountain maid.

She stopp'd with timid fear oppress'd,
While a soft sigh swells her gentle breast,
He caught her glance and mark'd her sigh,
And triumph laughed in his sparkling eye.
So softly sweet was his tuneful ditty,
He charm'd her tender soul to pity,

And so blithely gay were the notes he play'd,
That he gain'd the heart of the mountain maid.

A FAMOUS MAN WAS ROBIN HOOD.

A FAMOUS man was Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy,
But Scotland has a chief as good,

She has, she has her bold Rob Roy!
A dauntless heart Macgregor shows,
And wondrous length and strength of arm,
He long has quell'd his Highland foes,
And kept, and kept his friends from harm.
A famous man, &c.

His daring mood protects him still,
For this the robber's simple plan,
That they should take who have the will,
And they, and they should keep who can.
A famous man, &c.

And while Rob Roy is free to rove,
In summer's heat and winter's snow,

The eagle he is lord above,

And Rob, and Rob is lord below.

A famous man, &c.

KELVIN GROVE.

LET us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O,
Thro' its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O;
Where the rose, in all her pride,
Paints the hollow dingle side,

Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, 0,
Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O,
To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie, O;
Where the glens rebound the call

Of the lofty water-fall,

Thro' the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O.