The golden primrose from the wood,

The scented hawthorn's snowy flower, Mixed with the laurel buds, I've strewed

Deep in my Peggie's woodland bower.

O come, my love! the branches link
Above our bed of blossoms new ;

The stars behind their curtains wink
To spare thine eyes so soft and blue.

No human eye nor heavenly gem,

With envious smile our bliss shall see, The mountain ash his diadem

Shall spread to shield the dews from thee.

O let me hear thy fairy tread

Come gliding through the broomwood still; Then on my bosom lean thy head, Till dawning crown the distant hill.

And I will watch thy witching smile,
List what has caused thy long delay,
And kiss thy melting lips the while,
Till die the sweet reproof away.

THE LASSIE OF YARROW.

"WHAT makes my heart beat high, What makes me heave the sigh,

When yon green den I spy,

Lonely and narrow

Sure on your braken lea
Under the hawthorn tree,
Thou hast bewitched me,

Lassie of Yarrow!"

"Yon braken den so lone

Rueful I ponder on ;

Lad, though my vow ye won,

'Twas to deceive thee.

Sore, sore I rue the day
When in your arms I lay,

And swore by the hawthorn grey,

THE flag waved o'er the castle wa',
The hind came lilting o'er the lea,
Loud joy rang through the lighted ha',
An' ilka ane was blithe but me;
For, ah! my heart had tint its glee,
Although the wars had worn away—
The breast, that used my stay to be,
Was lying cauld in foreign clay.

I lookit east, I lookit west,

I saw the darksome coming even ;The wild bird had its cozie nest,

The kid was to the hamlet driven:

But house nor hame aneath the heaven, Except the skeuch of greenwood tree,

* Sung at the Institution of the Caledonian Asylum.

To seek a shelter in was given To my three little bairns an' me.

I had a prayer I cou'dna say,

I had a vow I cou'dna breathe,-
For aye they led my words astray,
An' aye they were connected baith
Wi' ane wha now was cauld in death!

I lookit round wi' watery ee—
Hope wasna there, but I was laith
To see my little babies dee.

Just as the breeze the aspen stirred,
And bore aslant the falling dew,
I thought I heard a bonnie bird
Singing amid the air so blue:
It was a lay that did renew
The hope deep sunk in misery ;

It was of ane my woes that knew,
And some kind hearts that cared for me.

O, sweet as breaks the rising day,
Or sunbeam through the wavy rain,
Fell on my soul the cheering lay-
Was it an angel poured the strain ?—
Wha kens a yearning mother's pain,
Bent o'er the child upon her knee?

O mine will bless, and bless again The generous hearts that cared for me.

A cot was reared by mercy's hand
Amid the Grampian wilderness—

It rose as if by magic wand,

A shelter to forlorn distress !

An' weel I ken that Heaven will bless

The hearts that issued the decree

The widow and the fatherless Can never pray an' slighted be.

JOHN OF BRACKADALE

AIR" Nuair a thig an Samhra."

CAME ye o'er by Moravich?

Saw ye John of Brackadale?

At his nose a siller quaich,
At his knee a water pail !
Copper nose and haffets grey,
Bald head and bosom hale,
John has drunken usquebae,

Mair than a' Loch Brackadale!
Hey John! ho John !

Hey John of Brackadale!

Hey John! ho John!

Waes me gin ye should fail,

Auld John, bauld John,

Brave John of Brackadale!

But John will wear away,

And the weary usquebae

Will grow cheaper by a third

When they delve him in the yird!