Provoked beyond bearing, at last she arose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life:

The Anglian lion, the terror of France,

Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood;

But taught by the bright Caledonian lance,

He learned to fear in his own native wood.

Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd and free, Her bright course of glory for ever shall run : For brave Caledonia immortal must be ;

I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun: Rectangle triangle, the figure we'll choose, The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;

But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;

Then ergo she'll match them, and match them always.t

THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE. Tune-"Fce him, Father."

THOU hast left me ever, Jamie,

Thou hast left me ever;
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever.
Aften hast thou vow'd that death
Only should us sever;
Now thou'st left thy lass for aye-
I maun see thee never, Jamie,
I'll see thee never.

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,

Thou hast me forsaken; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou canst love another jo, While my heart is breaking: Soon my weary een I'll close, Never more to waken, Jamie, Never more to waken.

YESTREEN I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stoure;
Ye geck at me because I'm poor,
But feint a hair care I.
Tibbie, I hae, &c.

I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
Because ye hae the name o' clink,
That ye can please me at a wink,
Whene'er ye like to try.
Tibbie, I hae, &c.

But sorrow tak him that's sae mean,
Altho' his pouch o' coin were clean,
Wha follows ony saucy quean

That looks sae proud and high.
Tibbie, I hae, &c.

Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild woods thickening green;
The fragrant birch, the hawthorn hoar,
Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
The flowers sprung wanton to be prest,
The birds sung love on every spray;
Till too, too soon the glowing west

Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.

Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care;
Time but the impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear
My Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?*

TRUE HEARTED WAS HE.
Tune" Bonnie Dundee."

TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the
Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks o' the Ayr,

But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,

Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair; To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over : To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain, Grace, beauty and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

O fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning,
And sweet is the lily at evening close;
But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie,
Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.
Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;

Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law : And still to her charms she alone is a stranger, Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.

WANDERING WILLIE.

Tune-" Here awa, there awa."

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie! Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame! Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie;

Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again.

Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers!

How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. Here awa, &c.

But, oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie, Flow still between us, thou dark heaving main! May I never see it, may I never trow it,

But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain! Here awa, &c.

WAE IS MY HEART.

WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee;
Lang, lang joy's been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

Love thou hast pleasures; and deep hae I loved;
Love thou hast sorrows; and sair hae I proved :
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my
breast,

I can feel by its throbbings will soon be at rest.

O if I were, where happy I hae been;
Down by yon stream and yon bonnie castle green:
For there he is wand'ring and musing on me,
Wha wad soon dry the tear frae his Phillis's ee

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN.

WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to c'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang, He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O' dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers; I never can please him, do a' that I can ;

ing;

O, dool on the day, I met wi' an auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,

I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heartbreak him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

Sir-loin he hacked sina', man.

Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild woods thickening green;
The fragrant birch, the hawthorn hoar,
Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
The flowers sprung wanton to be prest,
The birds sung love on every spray;
Till too, too soon the glowing west
Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.

Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care;
Time but the impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear
My Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?*

TRUE HEARTED WAS HE.

Tune-" Bonnie Dundee."

Rest, ye

wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers!

How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. Here awa, &c.

But, oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou dark heaving main!
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain!
Here awa, &c.

WAE IS MY HEART.

WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my ee;
Lang, lang joy's been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks o' the Ayr,

But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,

Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair; To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over : To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain, Grace, beauty and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

O fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning,
And sweet is the lily at evening close;
But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie,
Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.
Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring;

Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: And still to her charms she alone is a stranger, Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.

WANDERING WILLIE.

Tune-"Here awa, there awa."

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie! Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame! Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie;

Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie again.

But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,

I can feel by its throbbings will soon be at rest.

O if I were, where happy I hae been ;
Down by yon stream and yon bonnie castle green:
For there he is wand'ring and musing on me,
Wha wad soon dry the tear frae his Phillis's ee

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN.

WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to c'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang, He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O' dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers; I never can please him, do a' that I can;

ing;

O, dool on the day, I met wi' an auld man! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,

I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart break him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan Bad luck on the pennie, &c.