THE GUARDIAN ANGELS. DUET. WHITHER journeyest thou? Where dost thou dwell? Tarry here with me; Or guide me through the twilight, We'll guard with care, From every snare And treachery. Both voices. Kind the heart that needs no suing! 1st voice. 2d voice. Both voices. 1st voice. 2d voice. Both voices. Wert thou a watcher here? Then, for aye, our task pursuing, Shall it never? Yes, for ever. Then our joys be ever new! Our task is love, and 'tis from above, For love is heaven, and heaven is love! SONGS. DONALD MACDONALD. AIR-" Woo'd an' married an' a'." My name it is Donald M'Donald, I ken that my brethren around me An' is nae her very weel aff Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a'? What though we befriendit young Charlie? To tell it I dinna think shame; Poor lad, he came to us but barely, An' reckon'd our mountains his hame. 'Twas true that our reason forbade us; But tenderness carried the day; Had Geordie come friendless amang us, Sword an' buckler an' a', Buckler an' sword an' a'; Now for George we'll encounter the devil, An' O, I wad eagerly press him The keys o' the East to retain Wad Bonaparte land at Fort-William, Auld Europe nae langer should grane, An' sing him-Lochaber no more! We'll finish the Corsican callan Wi' stanes an' bullets an' a! For the Gordon is good in a hurry, An' sae is M'Leod an' M'Kay; An' up wi' the bonny blue bonnet, The kilt an' the feather an' a'!* * I once heard the above song sung in the theatre at Lancaster, when the singer substituted the following lines of his own for the last verse. "For Jock Bull he is good in a hurry, An' Sawney is steel to the bane, An' wee Davie Welsh is a widdy, Shall ne'er be the last in the fray!" &c. It took exceedingly well, and was three times encored, and there was I sitting in the gallery, applauding as much as any body. My vanity prompted me to tell a jolly Yorkshire manufacturer that night that I was the author of the song. He laughed excessively at my assumption, and told the landlady that he took me for a half-crazed Scots pedlar. Another anecdote concerning this song I may mention; and I do it with no little pride, as it is a proof of the popularity of Donald M‘Donald among a class, to inspire whom with devotion to the cause of their country was at the time a matter of no little consequence. Happening upon one occasion to be in a wood in Dumfries-shire, through which wood the highroad passed, I heard a voice singing; and a turn of the road soon brought in sight a soldier, who seemed to be either travelling home upon furlough, or returning to his regiment. When the singer approached nearer I distinguished the notes of my own song of Donald M'Donald. As the lad proceeded with his song, he got more and more into the spirit of the thing, and on coming to the end, |