JEANIE'S BLACK EE; OR THA' MI 'N AM CHODAL, 'SNA DUISGIBH MI. Air-Cauld Frosty Morning. THE sun raise sa rosy, the grey hills adorning! Light sprang the lavroc and mounted sae hie; When true to the tryst o' blythe May's dewy morn ing My Jeanie came linking out owre the green lea. To mark her impatience, I crap 'mang the brakens, Aft, aft to the kent gate she turn'd her black ee; Then lying down dowlie, sigh'd by the willow tree, 'Ha me mohatel na douska me.'* Saft through the green birks I sta' to my jewel, Streik'd on spring's carpet aneath the saugh tree! 'Think na, dear lassie, thy Willie's been cruel,' 'Ha me mohatel na douska me.' 'Wi' luve's warm sensations I've mark'd your impatience, Lang hid 'mang the brakens I watch'd your black ee *I am asleep, do not waken me.-The Gaelic chorus is pro nounced according to the present orthography. You're no sleeping, pawkie Jean! open thae lovely een!' 'Ha me mohatel na douska me.' 'Bright is the whin's bloom ilk green dow adorning! Sweet is the primrose bespangled wi' dew! Yonder comes Peggy to welcome May morning! Dark waves her haffet locks owre her white brow! O! light! light she's dancing keen on the smooth gowany green, Barefit and kilted half up to the knee! While Jeanie is sleeping still, I'll rin and sport my fill,' 'I was asleep, and ye've wakened me !' 'I'll rin and whirl her round; Jeanie is sleeping sound; Kiss her and clasp her fast; nae ane can see! Sweet! sweet's her hinny mou'- Will, I'm no sleeping now, I was asleep, but ye waken'd me.' Laughing till like to drap, swith to my Jean I lap, 'Ha me mohatel na douska me.' THE PLAID AMANG THE HETHER Air.-Old Highland Laddie. THE wind blew hie owre muir and lea, My winsome, weelfar'd highland laddie; Close to his breast he held me fast ;- Mid wind and rain he tald his tale; The storm blew past; we kiss'd in haste; Now Hymen's beam gilds bank and stream My winsome, weelfar'd highland laddie! COME UNDER MY PLAIDY; OR, MODERN MARRIAGE DELINEATED. Air.-Johnie Maggill. COME under my plaidy, the night's gau' to fa'; Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw ; Come under my plaidy, and sit down beside me; 'Gae 'wa wi' your plaidy! auld Donald, ga 'wa, 1 I'm gau'n to meet Johnie, he's young and he's bon. nie; He's been at Meg's bridal, sae trig and sae braw! 'Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa', 'My father's ay tauld me, my mither and a', Ye'd mak' a gude husband, and keep me ay braw; It's true I loo Johnie, he's gude and he's bonie, But waes me! ye ken he has naething ava! I hae little tocher; you've made a gude offer; She crapt in ayont him, aside the stane wa', men Wad marry auld nick if he'd keep them aye bra. |