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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,
Your heart she will trepan.

Her e'en sae bright, like stars by night,

Her skin is like the swan;

Sae jimply laced her genty waist,
That sweetly ye might span.

Youth, grace, and love, attendant move,
And pleasure leads the van;
In a' their charms and conquering arms,
They wait on bonnie Ann.

The captive bands may chain the hands,
But love enslaves the man;
Ye gallants braw, I rede ye a',
Beware o' bonnie Ann!

MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY.

TUNE- Gala Water.'

1 ALTHOUGH my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,

Had I my dear Montgomery's Peggy.
2 When o'er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy;
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms

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,
And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,

The sharin't with Montgomery's Peggy.

VERSES

ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WOODS NEAR DRUMLANRIG

1 As on the banks o' wandering Nith,
Ae smiling simmer-morn I stray'd,
And traced its bonnie howes and haughs,
Where linties sang and lambkins play'd,
I sat me down upon a craig,

And drank my fill o' fancy's dream,
When, from the eddying deep below,
Uprose the Genius of the stream.

2 Dark, like the frowning rock, his brow,
And troubled, like his wintry wave,
And deep, as sughs the boding wind
Amang his caves, the sigh he gave-
And came ye here, my son,' he cried,

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To wander in my birken shade?

To muse some favourite Scottish theme,
Or sing some favourite Scottish maid?

3 There was a time-it's nae lang syne--
Ye might hae seen me in my pride,.
When a' my banks sae bravely saw
Their woody pictures in my tide;
When hanging beech and spreading elm
Shaded my stream sae clear and cool;
And stately oaks their twisted arms

Threw broad and dark across the pool;

4 'When, glinting through the trees, appear'd
The wee white cot aboon the mill,
And peacefu' rose its ingle reek,

6

That slowly curled up the hill.
But now the cot is bare and cauld,

Its branchy shelter's lost and gane,
And scarce a stinted birk is left

To shiver in the blast its lane.'

5 Alas!' said I, what ruefu' chance

Has twin'd ye o' your stately trees?
Has laid your rocky bosom bare?

Has stripp'd the cleeding o' your braes?
Was it the bitter eastern blast,

That scatters blight in early spring?
Or was 't the wil'-fire scorch'd their boughs,
Or canker-worm, wi' secret sting?'

6 Nae eastlin' blast,' the Sprite replied;
'It blew na here sae fierce and fell,
And on my dry and halesome banks
Nae canker-worms get leave to dwell:
Man! cruel man!' the Genius sigh'd-
As through the cliffs he sank him down-
"The worm that gnaw'd my bonnie trees,
That reptile wears a ducal crown !'1

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,
And Death was nae less pleased wi' Thomas,
Wha cheerfully lays down the pack,
And there blaws up a hearty crack:
His social, friendly, honest heart
Sae tickled Death, they could na part:
Sae after viewing knives and garters,
Death takes him hame to gi'e him quarters.

TO CLARINDA.

1 BEFORE I saw Clarinda's face,
My heart was blithe and gay,

Free as the wind, or feather'd race
That hop from spray to spray.

2 But now dejected I appear,
Clarinda proves unkind;

I, sighing, drop the silent tear,
But no relief can find.

3 In plaintive notes my tale rehearses
When I the fair have found;

On every tree appear my verses
That to her praise resound.

4 But she, ungrateful, shuns my sight,
My faithful love disdains,

My rows and tears her scorn excite,
Another happy reigns.

5 Ah, though my looks betray

I envy your success,

Yet love to friendship shall give way—
I cannot wish it less.

BRAW LADS OF GALA WATER.

TUNE-' Gala Water.'

CHORUS.

BRAW, braw lads of Gala Water,
O braw lads of Gala Water:
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

And follow my love through the water.

1 Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow,

Sae bonnie blue her e'en, my dearie;
Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou',
The mair I kiss she's aye my dearie.

2 O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae,
O'er
yon moss amang the heather;
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

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,
And nane can tell mair truly,
What colour maun the man be of,
To love a woman duly?

2 The carline clew baith up and down,
And leugh and answer'd ready,
I learn'd a sang in Annandale,
A dark man for my lady.

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