All on that charming coast is no bitter snow or frost,
Like the lands of Virginia, O;

There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas I am weary, weary, O!

The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,

In the lands of Virginia, O;

And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear, And alas I am weary, weary, O!

COMING THROUGH THE RYE.

TUNE-Coming Through the Rye.

COMING through the rye, poor body,

Coming through the rye,

She draiglet a' her petticoatie,

Coming through the rye.
Jenny's a' wat, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;

She draiglet a' her petticoatie,
Coming through the rye.

Gin a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,

Gin a body kiss a body,

Need the world ken?

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wet

YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE PLAIN.
TUNE-The Carlin o' the Glen.

YOUNG Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain ;
Through a' our lasses he did rove,
And reigned resistless king of love:
But now wi' sighs and starting tears,
He strays amang the woods and briers;
Or in the glens and rocky caves
He sad complaining dowie raves:

I wha sae late did range and rove,
And changed with every moon my love,
little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
The slighted maids my torment see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair!

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Her hair was like the gowd sae fine,
Her teeth were like the ivorie,
Her cheeks like lillies dipt in wine,
The lass that made the bed to me.

Her bosom was the drifted snaw,

Her limbs like marble fair to see; A finer form nane ever saw

Than hers that made the bed to me.

She made the bed baith lang and braid,
Wi' twa white hands she spread it down,
She bade "Guid-night," and smiling said:
"I hope ye'll sleep baith saft and soun"."

Upon the morrow, when I raise,

I thanked her for her courtesie;
A blush cam o'er the comely face
Of her that made the bed for me.

I clasped her waist and kissed her syne;
The tear stude twinkling in her ee;
"O dearest maid, gin ye'll be mine,
Ye aye sall mak the bed to me."

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THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. TUNE-If thou'lt play me fair play. THE bonniest lad that e'er I saw, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie, Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw, Bonnie Highland laddie.

On his head a bonnet blue,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie; His royal heart was firm and true, Bonnie Highland laddie.

Trumpets sound, and cannons roar

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie; And a' the hills wi' echoes roar. Bonnie Lowland lassie.

Glory, honour, now invite,

Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassic, For freedom and my king to fight, Bonnie Lowland lassie.

The sun a backward course shall take,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,

Ere aught thy manly courage shake,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Go for yourself procure renown,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie:
And for your lawful king his crown,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

SAE FAR AWA.

TUNE-Dalkeith Maiden Bridge.

U SAD and heavy should I part,
But for her sake sae far awa;
Unknowing what my way may thwart,
My native land sac far awa.

Thou that of a' things Maker art,

That formed this fair sae far awa, Gie body strength, and I'll ne'er start At this my way sae far awa.

How true is love to pure desert,

So love to her sae far awa;

And nought can heal my bosom's smert,
While, oh, she is sac far awa.
Nane other love, nae other dart,
I feel, but hers sae far awa;
But fairer never touched a heart.
Than hers, the fair sae far awa

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IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING

TUNE-It was a' for our rightfu' King.

IT was a' for our rightfu' king

We left fair Scotland's strand:

It was a' for our rightfu' king
We e'er saw Irish land.
My dear;

We e'er saw Irish land.

Now a' is done that men can do,

And a' is done in vain;

My love and native land farewell,

For I maun cross the main,

My dear;

For I maun cross the main.

He turned him right, and round about

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Upon the Irish shore;

And gae his bridle-reins a shake,

gave

With adieu for evermore,

My dear;

With adieu for evermore.

The sodger from the wars returns,

soldier

The sailor frae the main;

from

But I hae parted frae my love,

have

Never to meet again,

My dear;

Never to meet again.

When day is gane, and night is come,

And a' folk bound to sleep;

I think on him that's far awa',

The lee-lang night, and weep,

My dear;

The lee-lang night, and weep.

THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT.

OH, I am come to the low countric.

Och-on, och-ou, och-rie !

Without a penny in my purse,

To buy a meal to me.

gone

livelong