Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, A RED, RED ROSE. Tune-"Graham's Strathspey." THIS beautiful song was an improvement of a street ballad. Oн, my luve's like a red, red rose, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonny lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And fare thee weel, my only luve ! A VISION. THE following was written amid the ruins of Lincluden Abbey. As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air, The winds were laid, the air was still, The fox was howling on the hill, And the distant-echoing glens reply. The stream, adown its hazelly path, The cauld blue North was streaming forth Like Fortune's favours, tint1 as win. By heedless chance I turn'd mine eyes, Had I a statue been o' stane, His daring look had daunted me; And on his bonnet graved was plain The sacred posy-"Liberty!" And frae his harp sic strains did flow, Might roused the slumbering dead to hear; But, oh! it was a tale of woe, As ever met a Briton's ear! He sang wi' joy the former day, He, weeping, wail'd his latter times; But what he said it was nae play, I winna venture't in my rhymes. OUT OVER THE FORTH. Tune-" Charlie Gordon's Welcome Hame." OUT over the Forth I look to the north, But what is the north and its Highlands to me? The south nor the east gie ease to my breast, The far foreign land, or the wild-rolling sea. But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be ; For far in the west lives he I lo'e best, The lad that is dear to my baby and me. 1 Lost. Wilt thou let me cheer thee? Only thou, I swear and vow, Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Thou for thine may choose me, LOVELY POLLY STEWART. Tune-"Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart." THE heroine of this song was the daughter of a Mr. William Stewart, a neighbour of the poet's at Ellisland. She married a wealthy gentleman, but through some indiscretion, she descended in the social scale, and according to Mr. Chambers, supported herself by her labours as a laundress in her latter days. O LOVELY Polly Stewart ! O charming Polly Stewart ! There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May That's half so fair as thou art. The flower it blaws, it fades and fa's, And art can ne'er renew it; But worth and truth eternal youth Will gie to Polly Stewart. May he whose arms shall fauld thy charms Possess a leal and true heart; To him be given to ken the heaven He grasps in Polly Stewart ! O lovely Polly Stewart ! O charming Polly Stewart ! There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May That's half so sweet as thou art. TO MARY. Tune--"At Setting Day." COULD aught of song declare my pains, The Muse should tell, in labour'd strains, They who but feign a wounded heart When wastes the soul with anguish ? Then let the sudden bursting sigh WAE IS MY HEART. Tune-"Wae is my heart." WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee; Love, thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I loved ; Oh, if I were where happy I hae been, HERE'S TO THY HEALTH, MY BONNY LASS. Tune-"Laggan Burn." HERE'S to thy health, my bonny lass, |