Aboon my breath I daurna speak, She op't the door, she let him, COMIN' THRO' THE RYE. Ir a body meet a body comin' through the rye: Yet a' the lads they smile at me, I dearly lo'e mysel'; But where's his hame, or what's his name, If a body meet a body comin' frae the town, Yet a' the lads they smile at me, Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e mysel'; But where's his hame, or what's his name, ROB ROY MACGREGOR. TUNE-" Dunean Gray." PARDON now the bold outlaw, Grant him mercy, gentles a', Let your hands and hearts agree, Long the state has doom'd his fa', Scotland's fear and Scotland's pride, Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Lang your favors hae been mine, Welcome then for auld lang syne, Rob Roy Macgregor, O! BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER. MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the blue bonnets are over the border. Many a banner spread, flutters above your head: Mount and make ready then, sons of the mountain glen, Fight for your Queen and the old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where our hirsels are grazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. COME O'ER THE STREAM CHARLIE. COME o'er the stream Charlie, dear Charlie, brave Charlie, Come o'er the stream Charlie, and dine wi' M’lean; And though you be weary, we'll make your heart cheery, And welcome our Charlie and his royal train. We'll bring down the track-deer, we'll bring down the black steer, The lamb from the break, an' the doe from the glen, The salt sea we'll harry, and bring to our Charlie The cream from the boothy and curd from the pen. And you shall drink freely the dews of Glen-cheerly, That stream in the star-light when kings do not ken; And deep shall your meed be of wine that is ruddy, To drink to your sire, and his friend the M'lean. If aught will invite you, or more will delight you, 'Tis ready, a troop of our bold highland men Shall range o'er the heather, with bonnet and feather, Strong arms and broad claymores, three hundred and THIS LOVE-HOW IT PLAGUES ME. THIS love how it plagues me, young Ellen did say, As she sat at her wheel on a fine summer's day; Before I saw Sandy I rose with the lark, And as merrily sang frae the morning till dark; Wi' me at the gloaming we've wander'd alane, While Ellen was musing the door it flew wide: wwww THE BANNER OF BLUE. STRIKE up! strike up! strike up! Scottish minstrels so gay, Tell of Wallace, that brave warlike man; Sing also of Bruce-your banners display, While each chief leads on his bold clan. Here's success, Caledonia to thee; To the sons of the thistle so true, Then march! gaily march! so cantie and free, Mar... on. march on! march on! to the brazen trumpet's sound, How quickly in battle, in battle array; Each brave Highland chief assembles his men, To the sons of the thistle so true; YOUNG Jamie lov'd me weel, and ask'd me for his bride, But saving a crown, he had naithing else beside; When my faither brake his arm and our cow was stole away; My mither she fell sick, and Jamie at the sea, And auld Robin Gray came a courting to me. My faither cou'd na wark, and my mither cou'd na spin, My heart it fast hae, and I look'd for Jamie back, My faither urg'd me fair, and my mither did na speak, break, They gi'ed him my hand, tho' my heart was at sea, I had na been a wife but weeks only four, |