THERE was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass, loved from many Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, And nought could him quail, or his bosom assail, Ance crowdie, twice crowdie, Three times crowdie in a day; Ye'll crowdie a' iny meal away. 829 THE BLUDE-RED ROSE AT YULE MAY BLAW. TUNE-To daunton me. THE blude-red rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lillies bloom in snaw, To daunton me, and me so young, For a' his meal and a' his maut, His gear may buy him kye and yowes, gear may buy him glens and knowes; But me he shall not buy nor fee, For an auld man shall never daunton me. He hirples twa-fauld as he dow, Wi'his teethless gab and his auld beld pow, limps, double, car mouth, bald head And the rain rins down from his red bleer'd ee- eye old⚫ CASSILLIS' BANKS. Now bank and brae are claith'd in green, clothed And scatter'd cowslips sweetly spring; By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream The birdies flit on wanton wing. To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's, The chield wha boasts o' warld's wealth Is aften laird o' meikle care; But Mary she is a' my ain Ah! Fortune canna gie me mair, Then let me range by Cassillis' banks, And catch her ilka glance o' love, every who, world's often, much Own cannot, give, more HUNTING SONG. TUNE-I red you beware at the Hunting. THE heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn, I red you beware at the hunting, young men ; Sweet brushing the dew from the brown heather-bells, Auld Phoebus himsel, as he peep'd o'er the hill, He levell'd his rays where she bask'd on the brae- They hunted the valley, they hunted the hill; HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER. TUNE-The Dusty Miller. HEY, the dusty miller, And his dusty coat; He will win a shilling, mowed went, one over warn quietly bills before from blessings money would give bane |