BEWARE O' BONNIE ANN.1 TUNE- Ye gallants bright.' YE gallants bright, I rede Beware o' bonnie Ann ; ye right, Her comely face, sae fu' o' grace, Her e'en sae bright, like stars by night, Her skin is like the swan; Sae jimply laced her genty waist, Youth, grace, and love, attendant move, The captive bands may chain the hands, MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY. TUNE- Gala Water.' 1 ALTHOUGH my bed were in yon muir, Had I my dear Montgomery's Peggy. I'd shelter dear Montgomery's Peggy. ''Bonnie Ann:' daughter of Allan Masterton, the third in the revel, when Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,' (Vol. II., p. 21). He was a steadfast friend of the poet. 3 Were I a baron proud and high, The sharin't with Montgomery's Peggy. VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WOODS NEAR DRUMLANRIG 1 As on the banks o' wandering Nith, And drank my fill o' fancy's dream, 2 Dark, like the frowning rock, his brow, To wander in my birken shade? To muse some favourite Scottish theme, 3 There was a time-it's nae lang syne-- Threw broad and dark across the pool; 4 'When, glinting through the trees, appear'd 6 That slowly curled up the hill. Its branchy shelter's lost and gane, To shiver in the blast its lane.' 5 Alas!' said I, what ruefu' chance Has twin'd ye o' your stately trees? Has stripp'd the cleeding o' your braes? That scatters blight in early spring? 6 Nae eastlin' blast,' the Sprite replied; ON TAM THE CHAPMAN.2 As Tam the Chapman, on a day, Wi' Death forgather'd by the way, 1 'Ducal crown:' alluding to the Duke of Queensberry cutting down the woods of Drumlanrig to enrich the Duchess of Yarmouth, his presumed (untruly) daughter.-2 Tam the Chapman :' one Kennedy of Ayr, who had recovered from an illness, and met the poct.- Communicated by Williams Calett. Weel pleased, he greets a wight sae famous, TO CLARINDA. 1 BEFORE I saw Clarinda's face, Free as the wind, or feather'd race 2 But now dejected I appear, I, sighing, drop the silent tear, 3 In plaintive notes my tale rehearses On every tree appear my verses 4 But she, ungrateful, shuns my sight, My rows and tears her scorn excite, 5 Ah, though my looks betray I envy your success, Yet love to friendship shall give way— BRAW LADS OF GALA WATER. TUNE-' Gala Water.' CHORUS. BRAW, braw lads of Gala Water, And follow my love through the water. 1 Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow, Sae bonnie blue her e'en, my dearie; 2 O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae, And follow my love through the water. 3 Down amang the broom, the broom, Down amang the broom, my dearie, The lassie lost a silken snood, That cost her mony a blirt and blearie. COME REDE ME, DAME. 1 COME rede me, dame, come tell me, dame, 2 The carline clew baith up and down, |