Sure makes a heaven here on earth And ilka lad and lass, &c. John Anderson my Jo, John, Tho' goud be scant, love we'll ne'er want, And that's the best o' gear, &c. John Anderson my Jo, John, And mony a canty day, John, And we'll sleep thegither at the fit, But now we're tott'ring down, &c. John Anderson my Jo, John, Our bairns we will collect, John, For hearts devoid of guile, &c. KATHARINE OGIE. As walking forth to view the plain, Upon a morning early, While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain From flow'rs which grew so rarely, I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, I stood awhile, and did admire, Like this same Kath'rine Ogie. Thou flow'r of females, Beautie's queen, O! were I but some shepherd swain, Then I'd despise the imperial throne, But I fear the gods have not decreed Whose beauty rare makes her exceed O YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, He staid not for brake, and stopp'd not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late, So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers and all; Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,— "O come ye in peace, here, or come ye war, "Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?” "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; "Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; "And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, "To tread but one measure, drink one cup of wine. "There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, "That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar. The bride kiss'd the goblet, the Knight took it up, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume. And the bride-maidens whisper'd, ""Twere better by far, "To have match'd our fair cousin with young Loch invar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door and the charger stood near, So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung. "She's won, we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur, They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, Have you e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar. www HIGHLAND MARY. TE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, SCOTCH SONGS: Our woods, and fair your flowers, ers never drumlie; er first unfaulds her robes, e they langest tarry; took the last farewell y bloom'd the gay green birk, a vow and lock'd embrace, ng aft to meet again, ourselves assunder. death's untimely frost, my flower sae early; 's the sod, and cauld's the clay aps my Highland Mary. e now those rosy lips, kiss'd sae fondly; for aye the sparkling glance -elt on me sae kindly! |