Athol banks and braes are bonny, Fairer nane in Caledony; But a' her woods, an' sweetest summers, Canna please like Athol Cummers. Duncan lad, &c. WILLIE WASTLE. TUNE--Macfarlane's Reel. WILLIE WASTLE lo'ed a lass Wha teas'd her late an' early; The western sea had drown'd the sun; The moon was glentin' o'er the glen ; She dwalt amang the mountains wild, The cock that craw'd wi' yelpin' voice, Was sweet as the piano. The little doggy at the door, Into his arms he caught it, An' hugg'd an' sleek'd it o'er an' o'er The house was thrang, the night was lang, Though milder than the southern breeze, He gae the kerlin sic a swinge, Till down her throat, like birstled beans The doggy fawn'd, but gat a drub The place appear'd a wilderness, O love! thou ray of life divine! What sense or feeling half sae fine. WHEN MAGGY GANGS AWAY. O WHAT Will a' the lads do Young Jock has taen the hill for't- And learnin' fast to pray. When Maggy gangs away? The young laird o' the Lang-Shaw And that is mair in maiden's praise But, O, what will the lads do The wailing in our green glen Will rise an' join the lay An' hey! what a day will be When Maggy gangs away! AULD JOHN BORTHICK. TUNE-The Toper's Delight. AULD John Borthick is gane to a weddin', |