When my hopes are dearest,
And my soul sincerest,

Then I'll remember thee!

Thee, my soul's sole pleasure

Thee, its dearest treasure,
Life, health, all to me.

All of land or ocean,

All a world's commotion,

Knits me the more to thee.

When new passions move me,

When I cease to love thee,

May the heavens above me,
Chasten my perfidy!

Even in woe and cumber,
Even in death's last slumber,

I will remember thee!

CHARLIE IS MY DARLING.

'Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier.

An' Charlie is my darling,

My darling, my darling,

Charlie is my darling,

The Young Chevalier.

As Charlie he came up the gate,

His face shone like the day;

I grat to see the lad come back
That had been lang away.

An' Charlie is my darling, &c.

Then ilka bonny lassie sang,

As to the door she ran,

Our king shall hae his ain again,
An' Charlie is the man:

For Charlie he's my darling, &c.

Outower yon moory mountain,
An' down the craigy glen,
Of naething else our lasses sing
But Charlie an' his men.

An' Charlie he's my darling, &c.

Our Highland hearts are true an' leal,
An' glow without a stain;
Our Highland swords are metal keen,

An' Charlie he's our ain.

An' Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling;
Charlie he's my darling,
The young Chevalier.

IF E'ER I AM THINE.

AIR" The Winding Sheet."

Ir e'er I am thine, the birds of the air,

The beasts of the field, and fish of the sea,

Shall in our love and happiness share,
Within their elements fair and free,
And rejoice because I am thine, love.

We'll have no flowers, nor words of love,
Nor dreams of bliss that never can be;
Our trust shall be in Heaven above,
Our hope in a far futurity

Must arise, when I am made thine, love.

And this shall raise our thoughts more high

Than visions of vanity here below; For chequer'd through life our path must lie,— Mid gleams of joy and shades of woe We must journey, when I am thine, love.

MEG O' MARLEY.

O KEN ye Meg o' Marley glen,

The bonny blue-e'ed dearie?
She's play'd the deil amang the men,
An' a' the land's grown eery.

She's stown the " Bangor" frae the clerk,
An' snool'd him wi' the shame o't;
The minister's fa'n through the text,
An' Meg gets a' the blame o't.

The ploughman ploughs without the sock;
The gadman whistles sparely;

The shepherd pines amang his flock,

An' turns his een to Marley;

The tailor lad's fa'n ower the bed;
The cobler ca's a parley;

The weaver's neb's out through the web,
An' a' for Meg o' Marley.

What's to be done, for our gudeman

Is flyting late an' early?

He rises but to curse an' ban,

An' sits down but to ferly. But ne'er had love a brighter lowe Than light his torches sparely At the bright een an' blithesome brow O' bonny Meg o' Marley.

THE LADIES' EVENING SONG.

O THE glass is no for you,

Bonny laddie O!

The glass is no for you,

Bonny laddie O!

The glass is no for you,
For it dyes your manly brow,

An' it fills you roarin' fu',
Bonny laddie O!

Then drive us not away
Wi' your drinkin' O!

We like your presence mair
Than you're thinkin' o',

How happy will you be
In our blithesome companye,

Taking innocence and glee
For your drinking O!

Now your een are glancing bright,
Bonny laddie O !

Wi' a pure an' joyfu' light,

Bonny laddie O!

But at ten o'clock at night,
Take a lady's word in plight.

We will see another sight,
Bonny laddie O!

There's a right path an' a wrang,

Bonny laddie O!

An' you needna argue lang,

Bonny laddie O!

For the mair you taste an' see

O' our harmless companye,

Aye the happier you will be,
Bonny laddie O!

MARY CANST THOU LEAVE ME?

MARY, canst thou leave me?

Is there nought will move thee? Dearest maid, believe me,

I but live to love thee.

When we two are parted,

When the seas us sever, Still this heart, deserted, Clings to thee for ever.