Sure on your braken lea
Under the hawthorn tree,

Thou hast bewitched me,

Lassie of Yarrow!"

"Yon braken den so lone

Rueful I ponder on ;

Lad, though my vow ye won,

'Twas to deceive thee.

Sore, sore I rue the day
When in your arms I lay,

And swore by the hawthorn grey,

"Cheer thee," the lover said,
"Now thy sharp scorn repaid,
Never shall other maid

Call me her murrow.

Far sweeter than sun or sea,
Or aught in this world I see,
Is thy love-smile to me,

Lassie of Yarrow !"

THE SOLDIER'S WIDOW.*

AIR-" The Birks of Invermay.”

THE flag waved o'er the castle wa',
The hind came lilting o'er the lea,
Loud joy rang through the lighted ha',
An' ilka ane was blithe but me;
For, ah! my heart had tint its glee,
Although the wars had worn away—
The breast, that used my stay to be,
Was lying cauld in foreign clay.

I lookit east, I lookit west,

I saw the darksome coming even The wild bird had its cozie nest,

The kid was to the hamlet driven:

But house nor hame aneath the heaven, Except the skeuch of greenwood tree,

* Sung at the Institution of the Caledonian Asylum.

To seek a shelter in was given To my three little bairns an' me.

I had a prayer I cou'dna say,

I had a vow I cou'dna breathe,-
For aye they led my words astray,
An' aye they were connected baith
Wi' ane wha now was cauld in death!

I lookit round wi' watery ee-
Hope wasna there, but I was laith
To see my little babies dee.

Just as the breeze the aspen stirred,
And bore aslant the falling dew,
I thought I heard a bonnie bird
Singing amid the air so blue:
It was a lay that did renew
The hope deep sunk in misery;

It was of ane my woes that knew,
And some kind hearts that cared for me.

O, sweet as breaks the rising day,

Or sunbeam through the wavy rain, Fell on my soul the cheering layWas it an angel poured the strain ?Wha kens a yearning mother's pain, Bent o'er the child upon her knee?

O mine will bless, and bless again The generous hearts that cared for me.

A cot was reared by mercy's hand
Amid the Grampian wilderness-

It rose as if by magic wand,

A shelter to forlorn distress !

An' weel I ken that Heaven will bless The hearts that issued the decree

The widow and the fatherless Can never pray an' slighted be.

JOHN OF BRACKADALE

AIR" Nuair a thig an Samhra."

CAME ye o'er by Moravich?

Saw ye John of Brackadale?

At his nose a siller quaich,
At his knee a water pail !
Copper nose and haffets grey,
Bald head and bosom hale,
John has drunken usquebae,
Mair than a' Loch Brackadale!

Hey John! ho John !

Hey John of Brackadale!

Hey John ho John!

Waes me gin ye should fail,

Auld John, bauld John,

Brave John of Brackadale!

But John will wear away,

And the weary usquebae

Will grow cheaper by a third

When they delve him in the yird!

Oh, the gay hearts at Portree
Will lament sair for thee!
And I mysel raise sic a wail
A' the rocks of Sky shall peal!
Hey John! ho John ! &c.*

WHY SHOULD I SIT AN' SIGH.

AIR" Cnochd a Bheanniehd."

WHY should I sit an' sigh

When the greenwood blooms sae bonnie?
Laverocks sing, flowerets spring,

A' but me are cheery.

Ochon, O ri! there's something wanting.

Ochon, O ri! I'm weary!

Nae young, blithe, an' bonnie lad,

Comes o'er the knowe to cheer me.

Ochon, O ri! there's something wanting, &c.

When the day wears away,

Sair I look adown the valley,

In a subsequent edition the concluding verse runs thus :

Sic a carle, to wear away,
An' lye down quiet in the yird,
Just when the glorious usquebae
Is growing cheaper by a third;-
It winna do I'll no believe it,
For ne'er was carle sae blythe an' hale;
Then hey for routh o' barley bree,

An' brave John o' Bra kadale.