SONG. Patriotic-unfinished. HERE's a health to them that 's awa, Here's a health to them that 's awa, May liberty meet wi' success! May prudence protect her frae evil! May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist, And wander their way to the devil! Here's a health to them that 's awa, Here's a health to them that 's awa, Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law! Here's freedom to him, that wad read, Here's freedom to him, that wad write! There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they wham the truth wad indite. Here's a health to them that 's awa, Here's a health to them that 's awa, Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth gowd, Tho' bred amang mountains o' snaw! *Fa-lot. SONG, Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green, The child wha boasts o' warld's walth, But Mary she is a' my ain, Ah, fortune canna gie me mair! THE BONIE LAD THAT 'S FAR AWA.. How can I be blythe and glad, Its no the frosty winter wind, Its no the driving drift and snaw; My father pat me frae his door, A pair o' gloves he gave to me, The weary winter soon will pass, And spring will cleed the birken-shaw; And he 'll come hame that 's far awa.t SONG. Out over the Forth I look to the north, But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be ; For far in the west lives he I lo❜e best, The lad that is dear to my babic and me. * Ribbands for binding the hair. I have heard the country girls, in the Merse and Teviotdale, sing a song, the first stanza of which greatly resembles the opening of this. O how can I be blythe or glad, And banish'd frae my company.. + Of this exquisite ballad the last verse only is printed in Dr. Currie's edition—He did not know that the opening stanza existed. F LINES ON A PLOUGHMAN. As I was a wand'ring ae morning in spring, The lav'rock in the morning she 'll rise frae her nest, I'LL AY CA' IN BY YON TOWN. I'll ay ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden green, again; I'll ay ca' in by yon town, And see my bonie Jean again. There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess, And stownlin's‡ we sall meet again. * It is pleasing to mark those touches of sympathy which shew the sons of genius to be of one kindred.-In the following passage from the poem of his countryman, the same figure is illustrated with characteristic simplicity; and never were the tender and the sublime of poetry more happily united, nor a more affectionate tribute paid to the memory of Burns. -"Thou, simple bird, "Of all the vocal quire, dwell'st in a home Grahame's Birds of Scotland, vol. ii, p. iv. 4 Stownlins-By stealth. Burns. She 'll wander by the aiken tree, WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T. First when Maggy was my care, Whistle o'er the lave o't. How we live, my Meg and me, Whistle o'er the lave o't.-- YOUNG JOCKEY. Young Jockey was the blythest lad * Trystin-time—The time of appointment. |