SONG. NOW BANK AN' BRAE ARE CLAITH'D IN GREEN, Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green The child wha boasts o' warld's walth, Ab, fortune canna gie me mair! THE BONIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWA O How can I be blithe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad that I lo❜e best, Is o'er the hills and far awa? It's no the frosty winter wind, But ay the tear comes in my e'e, My father pat me frae his door, My friends they hae disown'd me a', A pair o' gloves he gave to me, The weary winter soon will pass, And he'll come hame that's far awa. SONG. Our over the Forth I look to the north, But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, The lad that is dear to my babie and me. Ribands for binding the hair. VOL. XXXIX. N I'LL AY CA' IN BY YON TOWN. I'LL ay ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden green, again; I'll ay ca' in by yon town, And see my bonie Jean again. There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess, What brings me back the gate again, But she, my fairest faithfu' lass, And stownlins* we sall meet again. She'll wander by the aiken tree, WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T. FIRST when Maggy was my care, Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, * Stownlins-By stealth. †Trystin-time-The time of appointment. How we live, my Meg and me, Whistle o'er the lave o't- YOUNG JOCKEY. YOUNG Jockey was the blithest lad My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw; And o'er the lee I leuk fu' fain When Jockey's owsen hameward ca', An' ay the night comes round again, An' ay he vows he'll be my ain The Gaud-At the Plough. M'PHERSON'S FAREWELL. FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, On yonder gallows tree. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, He play'd a spring and danc'd it round, Oh, what is death, but parting breath ?— On mony a bloody plain I've dar'd his face, and in this place I scorn him yet again! Sae rantingly, &c. Untie these bands from off my hands, I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; I die by treacherie : It burns my heart I must depart And not avenged be. Sae rantingly, &c. |