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'

O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie, O Kenmure's on and awa: An'Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw. Success to Kenmure's band, Willie! Success to Kenmure's band! There's noa heart that fears a Whig, That rides bykenmure's hand. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie! Here's Kenmure's health in wine! There's ne'er a coward

Chorus.-Bonie wee thing, canniewee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wadwear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel it should tine. Wishfully I look and languish In that bonie face o' thine, And my heart it stounds wi'anguish, Lest my wee thing be namine. Bonie wee thing, &c. Wit, and Grace, and Love,

Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That a fantastic cap and rod has; Such stale conceits are poor and silly; I paint thee out, a Highland filly, A sturdy, stubborn, handsome dapple, As sleek's a mouse, as round's anapple, That when thou

Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Fraecommon sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang heaps o' clavers: And och! o'er aftthy joes haestarv'd, 'Mid a'thy favours! Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang, While loud the trump's heroic clang, And sock or buskin skelpalang To death or marriage; Scarce anehas tried

Sensibility, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily Blooming in the sunny ray: Let the blast sweep o'er the valley, See it prostrate in the clay. Hear the wood lark charm the forest, Telling o'er his little joys; Butalas!