My love, she's but a lassie yet, My love, she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year ortwa, She'll nobe half saesaucy yet; I rue the day I sought her, O! I rue the day I sought her, O! Whagets her needs na say she's woo'd, But he may say he's bought

Chorus.-An' O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie, Whawadnabe happy wi'Eppie Adair? By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty, I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair! By love, and by beauty, by law, and byduty, I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair! And O my Eppie, &c. A'

O could I give thee India's wealth, As I this trifle send; Because thy joy in both would be To share them with a friend. Butgolden sands did never grace The Heliconian stream; Then take what gold could never buy- Anhonest bard's esteem. Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell Dear, Sir, at ony

John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your boniebrow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; Butblessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a

Chorus.-Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me. If thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee? If thou would winmy love, Jamie, come try me! Jamie, come try me, &c. If thou should kiss me, love, Whacould espy thee? If thou wadbe my