Fareweel to a'our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Saefam'd in martial story. Now Sarkrins over Solway sands, An'Tweed rins to the ocean, To markwhere England's province stands- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! What force or guile could not subdue, Thro' many warlike ages, Is wrought

Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yonthorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, I

Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st, To thee this votive offering I impart, The tearful tribute of a broken heart. The Friend thou valued'st, I, the Patron lov'd; His worth, his honour, all the world approved: We'll mourn tillwe too go as he has gone,

Chorus.-O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's half so fair as thou art! The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's, And art can ne'er renew it; Butworthand truth, eternal youth Will gieto Polly Stewart, O lovely Polly Stewart, &c. May he whasearms shall fauldthy

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; Butnow he has gottena hat and a feather, Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver! Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu'sprush, We'll over the border, and giethem a brush; There's somebody there we'll

I Haebeen at Crookieden, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Viewing Willie and his men, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. There our foes that burnt and slew, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, There, at last, they gattheir due, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. Satan sits in his black neuk, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Breaking sticks