LEWIE GORDON. [ALEXANDER GEDDES. Born 1737; died 1802.] Oh! send Lewie Gordon hame Hech hey! my Highlandman! My handsome, charming Highlandman! Oh, to see his tartan trews, That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. This lovely lad of whom I sing, And on his breast he wears a star, Oh, to see this princely one THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE And are ye sure the news is true? For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house, When our gudeman's awa. Rise up and mak' a clean fireside; Gi'e little Kate her cotton gown, For he's been long awa'. There's twa fat hens upon the bauk', Been fed this month and mair; And mak' the table neat and clean, O gi'e me down my bigonet, For I maun tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town. My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on, 'Tis a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. Sae true his words, sae smooth his speech, His breath's like caller1 air! His very foot has music in 't, And will I see his face again? : And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy with the thought, In troth, I'm like to greet3. 1 cross-beam (baulk). 2 wing. • linen cap. 5 * fresh. weep. The cauld blasts o' the winter wind, The present moment is our ain, Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content, And will I see his face again? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,- I was bred up at nae sic school, And naebody to see me. Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet, If ye'll but stand to what ye've said, While waters wimple to the sea, THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. [JANE ELLIOT. Born 1727; died 1805.] I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting, before the dawn of day; But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning1; 2 At bughts in the morning nae blythe lads are scorning3; The lasses are lanely, and dowie, and wae; Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leglin3, and hies her away. In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, A loaning is a grass path through corn-fields for the use of the cattle. 2 sheep-pens. 7 $ teasing. 4 jesting. hoary. 5 pail. • harvest. At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies1 are roaming Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, We'll hear nae more lilting at our ewe-milking, LOGAN BRAES. [JOHN MAYNE. Born 1759; died 1836.] By Logan's streams that rin sae deep But wae's my heart! thae days are gane, While my dear lad maun face his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Nae mair, at Logan kirk, will he, At e'en, when hope amaist is gane, |