Sandy rase-his bonnet daddit- You ha'e seen, on April mornin', Sometimes gaun, an' sometimes rinnin', Sandy to his mountains ran; Never did his native nation, Weel he lo'ed his faithfu' Ruffler, Sandy's heart was undesignin', You ha'e seen the cunnin' fowler Sally's blossom soon was blighted Sandy daily lo'ed her dearer, Kendna she afore was won, Aince, whan he gaed down to see her, Sally had a dainty son! Sternies, blush an' hide your faces; Thou who rules the rolling thunder, Cease, my charmer, cease bewailin', Down thy cheeks the pearls do shine; Cease to mourn thy sex's failin', I maun drop a tear for mine: Man, the lord o' the creation, Lighten'd wi' a ray divine, Lost to feelin', truth, an' caution, Lags the brutal tribes behind! You ha'e seen the harmless conie Following hame its mate to rest; One ensnared, the frighted cronie Fled amazed wi' pantin' breast. Petrified, an' dumb wi' horror, Sandy fled, he kendna where, Never heart than his was sorer, It was mair than he cou'd bear! Seven days on yonder mountain Weepin' a' the day, he'd wander Through yon dismal glen alane; By the stream at night wad dander, Ravin' owr his Sally's name Shun'd an' pitied by the world, Him to lang eternity. Sittin' on yon cliff sae rocky, Fearless as the boding crowNo, my dear, I winna shock ye Wi' the bloody scene below. By yon aek, decayed an' rottin', Where the hardy woodbin' twines, Now, in peace, he sleeps forgotten; Owr his head these simple lines: "Lovers, pause, while I implore ye FAREWELL TO ETTRICK. FAREWEEL, my Ettrick! fare-ye-weel! There first I saw the rising morn; I thought the hills were sharp as knives, When ilka year ga'e something new, |