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When the moon and the stars with a sob shall

expire, And the sun burst away like a flash of pale fire ; Then, higher and higher, we'll jointly aspire

To friendship that never shall end nor decay.


TUNE-Comin' thro' the Rye.

O WILL you gang down to the bush i' the meadow, Your daddy an' mammy wi' me winna dread you; An' by the fair hand through the flowers I will

lead you,

An' sing you "the bonnets o' bonny Dundee ?" Wi' heart an' wi' hand, my dear lad, l’ll gang wi'

thee, My daddy and mammy think nought to belie thee, I ken ye'll do naething but kiss me an' lead me,

An' sing me “the bonnets o' bonny Dundee.'

0, why fled thy angel, poor lovely Macmillen, An' left thee to listen to counsel sae killin'? 0, where were the feelin's o' that cruel villain,

Who rified that blossom. an' left it to die ? How pale is that cheek that was rosy an' red ay ! To see that sunk e'e wad gar ony heart bleed ay !

O, wae to the wild-willow-bush i' the meadow.

0, dule to "the bonnets o' bonny Dundee !"


TUNE-Paddy Whack.

I HAE a wee wifie, an' I am her man,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I; We waggle through life as weel as we can,

An' wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I? We hae a wee lassy will keep up our line.

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I, I'm sure she is hers, an' I think she is mine,

An' wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I?

We aftentimes dandle her upon the knee,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I;
In ilka bit smile her dear mother I see,

An' wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I?
O lang may she live to our honour an' joy,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I,
An nae wicked fellow our darling decoy,

For wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I?

Though Peggy an' I hae little o' gear,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I;

We're healthy an' handy, an' never need fear,

For wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I ? We sleep a' the night, an’ we ply a' the day,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I, Baith vices an' follies lie out o' the way, An' wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I ? Contented we are in the highest degree,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I; An' gratefu' to him wha contentment can gi'e,

An' wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I? Through life we will love, an' through life we

will pray,

My Peggy an' I, my Peggy an' I;
Then, sidie for sidie, we'll sleep i' the clay,

An' wha's sae happy as Peggy an' I?


The minstrel Boy to the glen is gone,

In its deepest dells you'll find him,
Where echoes sing to his music's tone,

And fairies listen behind him.
He sings of nature all in her prime,

Of sweets that around him hover,
Of mountain heath and moorland thyme,
And trifles that tell the lover.

How wildly sweet is the minstrel's lay,

Through cliffs and wild woods ringing, For, ah! there is love to beacon his way,

And hope in the songs he's singing ! The bard may indite, and the minstrel sing,

And maidens may chorus it rarely ; But unless there be love in the heart within,

The ditty may charm but sparely.


AIR-Mary weep nae mair for me.

The gloamin' frae the welkin high

Had chas'd the bonny gowden gleam; The curtain'd east, in crimson dye,

Hung heavy o'er the tinted stream : The wild rose, blushing on the brier,

Was set wi' draps o' shining dew,As big an' clear the bursting tear

That row'd i' Betty's een sae blue.

She saw the dear, the little cot,

Where fifteen years flew swiftly by, An' mourn'd her shame, an' hapless lot,

That forc'd her frae that hame to lie. Though sweet an' mild the e'ening smild,

Her heart was rent wi' anguish keen;

The mavis ceas'd his music wild,

An' wonder'd what her sobs could mean.

“It wasna kind to rob my mind

Of a' its peace for evermair;
To blot my name wi' burning shame,

An' mak my parents' hearts sae sair.
That hame how dare I enter now,

Ilk honour'd face in tears to see, Where oft I kneel'd, to hear the vow

Was offer'd frae the heart for me!

"An' can I lo'e the treacherous man

Wha wrought this dear an' deadly ill ? Wha blur'd wi' clouds my early dawn?

Ah! waes my heart, I lo'e him still! My heart abus'd! my love misus'd!

My wretched fate wi' tears I see ! But maist, I fear, my parents dear,

Gae mourning to the grave for me!"


The auld gudeman came hame at night,

Sair wearied wi' the way ;
His looks were like an evening bright,

His hair was siller gray.

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