By yonCastle wa', at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey: And as he was singing, the tears doon came, - There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars, We dare

Turn again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blinkbefore we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can'st thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza! If to love thy heart denies, Oh, in pity hide the sentence Under friendship's kind disguise! Thee, sweet maid, haeI offended? My offence is loving thee; Can'st thou wreck

Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! AncemairI hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember- Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair! Fond lovers' parting is sweet, painful pleasure, Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; Butthe dire feeling, O farewell for ever! Is anguish

Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig As on the banks o' wandering Nith, Aesmiling simmermorn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, Where linties sang and lammies play'd, I sat me down upon a craig, And drank my fill o' fancy's dream, When from the eddying deep below, Up rose

What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her puir Jenny for siller an' lan'. Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sellher puirJenny for silleran' lan'! He's always

Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, give anear, Ye Jacobites by name, Your fautes I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maunblame, you shall hear. What is Right, and What is Wrang, by the law, by the law? What is Right and what is Wrangbythe law? What is

Chorus.-You're welcome, Willie Stewart, You're welcome, Willie Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's half saewelcome's thou art! Come, bumpers high, express your joy, The bowl we maunrenew it, The tappet hen, gaebring her ben, To welcome Willie Stewart, You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c. May foes be strang, and friends be slack

When Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A'Europe had setin a low, a low, The poor man lies down, Nor envies a crown, And comforts himself as he dow, as he dow, And comforts himself as he dow. The black-headed eagle, As keen as a beagle, He hunted o'er height and o'er howe, In the

There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yonglen, He's the King o' gudefellows, and waleo'auld men; He has gowdin his coffers, he has owsenand kine, And aebonielass, his dautie and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She's sweet as the ev'ning amangthe new hay; As blythe and as artless as the

O Leeze me on my spinnin' wheel, And leeze me on my rockand reel; Fraetapto taethat cleeds me bien, And haps me bieland warm at e'en; I'll setme down and sing and spin, While laighdescends the simmersun, Blest wi' content, and milk and meal, O leeze me onmy spinnin' wheel. On ilka hand the burnies