The lad I lo'e he cares nae by Though my fond heart is breaking! FLORA MACDONALD'S FAREWELL. FAR over yon hills of the heather sae green, An' down by the correi that sings to the sea, The bonny young Flora sat sighing her lane, The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her ee. She look'd at a boat wi' the breezes that swung Away on the wave, like a bird of the main, An' aye as it lessen'd, she sigh'd and she sung, Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again! Fareweel to my hero, the gallant, an' young, Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again! The muircock that craws on the brows of Ben-Connal, The target is torn from the arm of the just, The claymore for ever in darkness must rust, The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud, Have trod o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue! Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud When tyranny revell'd in blood of the true? Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good! The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow! BONNY PRINCE CHARLIE. CAM ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg, Down by the Tummel, or banks o' the Garry, Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly! King o' the Highland hearts, bonny Prince Charlie ? I hae but ae son, my gallant young Donald; For these are the men that will die for their Charlie! I'll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them, Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore! Follow thee! follow thee! wha wadna follow thee? Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly! King o' the Highland hearts, bonny Prince Charlie? THE SKYLARK. BIRD of the wilderness, Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Blest is thy dwelling-place O to abide in the desert with thee' Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes. Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place O to abide in the desert with thee! GANG TO THE BRAKENS WI' ME I'LL sing of yon glen of red heather. Frae the tie o' the shoe to the kaime, I fleech'd an' I pray'd the dear lassie Dear lassie, how can ye upbraid me, That ever gaed o'er the kirk-stile. Your smile, that is blither than ony, An' the sweet blinks o' love there sae bonny, She turn'd her around, an' said, smiling, Gae make out the lease, do not linger, ; There's joy in the bright blooming feature, And that is to love and to cherish The fond little heart that's our ain! THE MINSTREL BOY. THE Minstrel Boy to the glen is gone, He sings of nature all in her prime, Of sweets that around him hover, |