HAD I A CAVE.

TUNE-Robin Adair.

HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar
There would I weep my woes,
There seek my lost repose,

Till griof my eyes should close,
Ne'er to wake more!

Falsest of womankind! canst thou declare,
All thy fond-plighted vows-fleeting as air
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh o'er thy perjury;
Then in thy bosom try
What peace is there!

BY ALLAN STREAM I CHANCED TO ROVE.
TUNE-Allan Water.

By Allan stream I chanced to rove,

While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;

The winds were whispering through the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready:

I listened to a lover's sang,

And thought on youthfu' pleasures mony;
And aye the wild-wood echoes rang-

Oh, dearly do I love thee, Annie!

Oh, happy be the woodbine bower,
Nae nightly bogle make it eerie ;
Nor ever sorrow stain th hour,

The place and time I met my dearie!
Her head upon my throbbing breast,
She, sinking, said, "I'm thine for ever!"
While mony a kiss the seal imprest,

The sacred vow, we ne'er should sever.
The haunt o' Spring's the primrose brae,
The Simmer joys the flocks to follow;
How cheery through her shortening day,
Is Autumn, in her weeds o' yellow!
But can they melt the glowing heart,

Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure?
Or through each nerve the rapture dart.

Like meeting her, our bosom's treasure?

song

many

ghost, dismal

WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD.
TUNE-Whistle, and I'll come to you, my Lad

O WHISTLE, and I'll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad;
Though father and mither and a' should gae mad,
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.

COME, LET ME TAKE THEE TO MY BREAST
AIR-Cauld Kail.

COME, let me take thee to my breast,

And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The warld's wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own

That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone

That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share,
Than sic a moment's pleasure:
And by thy een sae bonnie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never!

world's

no more

such eyes

BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN.

TUNE-Hey, tuttie taitie.

SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,

Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,

Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;

See the front o' battle lour:

See approach, proud Edward's power-
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?

Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?

Let him turn and flee

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow !—

Let us do or dee.

who have

whom, often

BEHOLD THE HOUR.

TUNE-Oran Gaoil.

BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, thou darling of my heart
Severed from thee, can I survive?
But fate has willed, and we must part.
I'll often greet this surging swell,

Yon distant isle will often hail :
"E'en here I took the last farewell;

There latest marked her vanished sail."
Along the solitary shore,

While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,

I'll westward turn my wistful eye :
Happy thou Indian grove, I'll say,
Where now my Nancy's path may be!

While through thy sweets she loves to stray,
Oh, tell me, does she muse on me?

THOU hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left me ever;
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left me over:
Aften hast thou vowed that death only should us sever;
Now thou'st left thy lass for aye-I maun see thee never, Jamie,

I'll see thee never.

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me forsaken;
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me forsaken:
Thou canst love anither jo, while my heart is breaking;
Soon my weary een I'll close-never mair to waken, Jamie,
Ne'er mair to waken!

WHERE ARE THE JOYS?

TUNE-Saw ye my Father?

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danced to the lark's early song?

Where is the peace that awaited my wandering,
At evening the wild-woods among?

lover

eyes

more

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair;
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that Suminer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly Winter is near?

No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses,
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known,
All that has caused this wreck in my boson
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.

Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Not hope dare a comfort bestow:

Come, then, enamoured and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my wo.

DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE.

TUNE-The Collier's Bonnie Lassie.

DELUDED Swain, the pleasure

The fickle fair can give thee,

is but a fairy treasure

Thy hopes will soon deceive thee.

The billows on the ocean,

The breezes idly roaming,

The clouds' uncertain motion--
They are but types of woman.

Oh! art thou not ashamed
To dote upon a feature ?
If man thou would'st be named,
Despise the silly creature.

Go, find an honest fellow;

Good claret set before thee: Hold on till thou art mellow, And then to bed in glory.

MY SPOUSE NANCY.

TUNE-My Joe Janet.

"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife
Nor longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slavo, sir."

'One of two must still obey,

Nancy, Nancy;

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