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 The stars behind their curtains wink 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, 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 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 And swore by the hawthorn grey, THE flag waved o'er the castle wa', 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,- I lookit round wi' watery ee— Just as the breeze the aspen stirred, It was of ane my woes that knew, O, sweet as breaks the rising day, O mine will bless, and bless again The generous hearts that cared for me. A cot was reared by mercy's hand 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, Mair than a' Loch Brackadale! 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! |