THE GREEN, BOWERS OF BARGENY.

HEW AINSLIE.

I left ye, Jeanie, blooming fair
'Mang the bourocks of Bargeny;
I've found ye on the banks of Ayr,
And sair ye're alter'd Jeanie :
I left ye 'mang the woods sae green,
In rustic weed befitting;

I've found ye buskit like a queen,
In painted chambers sitting.

I left ye like a wanton lamb

That plays 'mang Haydart heather; I've found ye now a sober dame, A wife, and eke a mither. Ye're fairer, statelier, I can see; Ye're wiser, nae doubt, Jeanie ; But oh! I'd rather met wi' thee 'Mang the green bowers of Bargeny.

HE IS GONE, HE IS GONE!

WILLAM MOTHERWELL.

He is gone! he is gone!

Like the leaf from the tree;

Or the down that is blown

By the wind o'er the lea.

He is fled, the light-hearted!
Yet a tear must have started
To his eye, when he parted
From love-stricken me!

He is fled! he is fied!

Like a gallant so free, Plumed cap on his head,

And sharp sword by his knee; While his gay feathers fluttered, Surely something he muttered, He at least must have uttered A farewell to me!

He's away! he's away,

To far lands o'er the sea

And long is the day

Ere home he can be;

But where'er his steed prances,

Amid thronging lances,

Sure he'll think of the glances

That love stole from me!

He is gone! he is gone!

Like the leaf from the tree;

But his heart is of stone

If it ne'er dream of me!

For I dream of him ever,
His buff-coat and beaver,
And long sword, oh, never

Are absent from me!

O POVERTY.

ALEXANDER HUME.

liza was a bonnie lass, an' O, she lo’ed me weel,— Sic love as canna find a tongue, but only hearts can

feel;

But I was poor, her Faither dour, he wadna look on me, O poverty! O poverty! that Love should bow to thee!

I went unto her Mither: an' I argued, an' I fleeched, I spak o' love an' honesty, an' mair an' mair beseeched,

But she was deaf to a' my grief, she wadna look on me, O poverty! O poverty! that Love should bow to thee!

I neist went to her brother, an I tauld him o' my pain, O he was wae! he tried to say, but it was a' in vain ; Though he was weel in love himsel', nae feeling he'd for me,

O poverty! O poverty! that Love should bow to thee!

O wealth it makes the fool a sage, the knave an honest.

man,

An' canker'd grey locks young again, gin he hae gear

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age maun beauty ope her arms, though wi' a tearfu' ee, O poverty! O poverty! that Love should bow to thee!

But wait a wee, o' love is slee, an winna be said nay, It breaks a' chains except its ain, but it maun hae its way;

Auld age was blind, the priest was kind, now happy as can be,

O poverty! O poverty! we're wed in spite o' thee!

WELCOME BAT AND OWLET GRAY.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

O welcome bat and owlet gray,
Thus winging lone your airy way;
And welcome moth and drowsy fly,
That to mine ear come humming by;
And welcome shadows long and deep,
And stars that from the pale sky peep!
O welcome all! to me ye say,
My woodland love is on her way.

Upon the soft wind floats her hair,
Her breath is in the dewy air,
Her steps are in the whisper'd sound
That steals along the stilly ground.
O dawn of day, in rosy bower,
What art thou in this witching hour!
O noon of day, in sunshine bright,
What art thou to the fall of night!

GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT!

JOANNA BAILLIE.

The sun is sunk, the day is done,
E'en stars are setting, one by one;
Nor torch nor taper longer may
Eke out the pleasures of the day;
And, since, in social glee's despite,
It needs must be, Good night, good night!

The bride into her bower is sent,
The ribald rhyme and jesting spent ;

The lover's whispered words, and few,
Have bid the bashful maid adieu;

The dancing-floor is silent quite,

No foot bounds there, Good night, good night!

The lady in her curtained bed,

The herdsman in his wattled shed,

The clansman in the heathered hall,
Sweet sleep be with you, one and all!
We part in hope of days as bright

As this now gone-Good night, good night!

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all;
And if upon its stillness fall

The visions of a busy brain,

We'll have our pleasures o'er again,
To warm the heart, and charm the sight:

Gay dreams to all! Good night, good night!