There's stately woods on mony a brae, Amang the braes o' Gallowa'. The simmer shiel I'll build for thee When autumn waves her flowin' horn, At e'en, whan darkness shrouds the sight, Should fickle fortune on us frown, Nae lack o' gear our love should drown; Come while the blossom 's on the broom, Come let us be the happiest twa On a' the braes o' Gallowa'! William Nicholson. Gareloch Head. THE OLD SOLDIER OF THE GARELOCH HEAD. I'VE wandered east and west, And a soldier I ha'e been; The scars upon my breast Tell the wars that I have seen. And my locks are thinly spread, When I was young and strong, But now I'm fain to rest, And my resting-place I've made 'T was here my Jeanie grew, With her eyes of bonnie blue, And here we often met, When with lightsome foot we sped 'T was here she pined and died, O, the salt tear in my ee Forbids my heart to hide -- What Jeanie was to me! 'T was here my Jeanie died, And they scooped her lowly bed 'Neath the green and grassy turf At the Gareloch Head. Like a leaf in leafy June And I soon shall make my bed John Stuart Blackie. 0, Gask. THE AULD HOUSE. THE auld house, the auld house! O, kind hearts were dwelling there, The wild-rose and the jessamine Still hang upon the wa'; How mony cherished memories O, the auld laird, the auld laird! His ain wee dear auld house! The mavis still doth sweetly sing, The bonnie Earn 's clear winding still, There ne'er can be a new house Still flourishing the auld pear-tree For they are a' wide scattered now, And ane, alas! to her lang hame; The setting sun, the setting sun, The auld dial, the auld dial, It tauld how time did pass; The wintry winds ha'e dung it down, — Carolina, Baroness Nairne. Now Glaizart. THE BANKS O' GLAIZART. flowery summer comes again, And decks my native, bonnie plain, While feathered warblers swell the strain, Aroun' the banks o' Glaizart. Our woody, wild, romantic glens, Our flowery groves, and fairy dens, |