Duncan Gray cam' here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule-night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, Maggie coosther head fu'heigh, Look'd asklentand uncoskeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan fleech'd and Duncan pray'd; Ha, ha, the wooing o't, Meg was deaf as Ailsa

Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winnawish gude luck to our cause, May never gude luck be their fa'! It's gude to be merry and wise, It's gude to be honest and true; It's gudeto support Caledonia's cause, And bidebythe buff and the blue. Here's

The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie blue are the sunny skies. Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning, And I rejoice in my bonie Bell. The flowery

O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O sawye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird, She winnacome hameto her ain Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; Whate'er thou hast dune, be it

O sad and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, My native land sae far awa. Thou that of a'things Maker art, That formed this Fair sae far awa, Giebodystrength, then I'll ne'er start At this my way sae far awa. How true is love

O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luve I kenbrawlie My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree, It's a'for the hinny he'll cherish the bee, My laddie's sae meiklein luve wi' the

The noble Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gaebigTerreagles' towers And setthem a' in order. And they declare Terreagles fair, For their abode they choose it; There's noa heart in a'the land But's lighter at the news o't. Tho' stars in skies may disappear, And angry tempests gather; The happy

Chorus.-An' O for ane an' twenty, Tam! And hey, sweet ane an' twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang, An' I saw ane an' twenty, Tam. They snoolme sair, and haudme down, An' garme look like bluntie, Tam; Butthree short years will soon wheel roun', An' then comes ane an' twenty, Tam. An'