My bonny lassie, come away,

I canna bide your frown;
Wi' ilka flower, sae fresh an' gay,

I'll deck your bosom round:
I'll pu' the gowan off the glen,

The lily off the lee; The rose an' hawthorn bud I'll twine

To make a bob for thee.”'

“Aye, Jamie, ye wad steal my heart

An' a' my peace frae me ;
An' fix my feet within the net

Ere I my error see.
I trow ye'll wale the flowery race

My bosom to adorn ;
An' ye confess ye're gaun to place

Within my breast a thorn."

“How can my lassie be sae tart,

An' vex me a' the day ?
Ye ken I lo'e wi' a' my heart,

What wad ye hae me say ?
Ilk anxious wish an' little care

I'll in thy breast confide,
An'a' your joys an' sorrows share,

If ye'll become my bride."

“Then tak my hand, ye hae my heart;

There's nane I like sae weel;

An' Heaven grant I act my part

To ane sae true an' leal.
This bonny day amang the hay,

I'll mind till death us twine;
An' often bless the happy day

That made my laddie mine.".

THE BOGLES.

TUNE-Logie o' Buchan.

My bonny Eliza is fled frae the town,
An' left her poor Jamie her loss to bemoan ;
To me 'tis a sad an' lamentable day ;
For the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.
The Lowlands may weep, and the Highlands may

smile,
In welcome to her that's the flower of our isle :
It's all for thy honour, ambitious Tay,
That the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.

There's ae bitter thought has gi'en me'muckle

pain,
I fear I will never behold her again ;
I canna get quit o't, by night nor by day,
Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away.

0, sweet may the breeze be her mountains be.

tween ; And sweet be her walks through her woodlands

so green! And sweet be the murmurs of fair winding Tay, Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away!

I love her; I own it ; I'll own it again ;
If I had two friends on the earth, she was ane;
And now I can neither be cheerfu' nor gay,
Since the bogles have chas’d my Eliza away
May Heaven in kindness long shelter my flower.
So admir'd by the rich and belov'd by the poor!
Whose blessing will cheer her sweet bosom for

aye,
Nor fairy, nor bogle, will chase it away.

BONNY JEAN.

Tune-Prince William Henry's Delight.

Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird,

The sang ye sang yestreen, 0,
When here, aneath the hawthorn wild,

I met my bonny Jean, O.
My blude ran prinklin' through my veins,

My hair began to steer, 0;

My heart play'd deep against my breast!

As I beheld my dear, 0.

O weels me on my happy lot!

O weels me on my dearie!
O wéels me on the charmin' spot,

Where a' combin'd to cheer me!
The mavis litit on the bush,

The lavrock on the green, O; The lily bloom'd, the daisy blush'd,

But a' was nought to Jean, O...

Sing on, sing on, my bonny thrush,

Be neither flee'd nor eerie;
I'll wad your love sits in the bush,

That gars ye sing sae cheerie :
She may be kind, she may be sweet,

She may be neat an' clean, O;
But O she's but a drysome mate,

Compar'd wi' bonny Jean, O.

If love wad open a' her stores,

An' a' her bloomin' treasures,
An' bid me rise, an' turn an' choice,

An' taste her chiefest pleasures ;
My choice wad be the rosy cheek,

The modest beamin' eye, O; The yellow hair, the bosom fair,

The lips o' coral dye, 0.

A bramble shade around her head,

A burine poplin' by, 0;
Our bed the swaird, our sheet the plaid,

Our canopy the sky, 0.
An' here's the burn, an' there's the bush

Around the flowrie green, 0;
An' this the plaid, an' sure the lass

Wad be my bonny Jean, O.

Hear me,

thou bonny modest moon! Ye sternies twinklin' high, 0 ! An' a' ye gentle powers aboon,

That roam athwart the sky, O! Ye see me gratefu' for the past,

Ye saw me blest yestreen, 0; An' ever till I breathe my last

Ye'll see me true to Jean, O.

BONNY LEEZY.

TUNE-O'er the Muir amang the Heather. Though I've enjoy'd my youth in health,

An' liv'd a life both free an' easy!
Yet real delight I never felt

Until I saw my bonny Leezy.
I've seen the Athol birk sae fair,
The mountain pine, an’ simple daisy ;