O wae upon you, men o' state, That brethren rouse to deadly hate! As ye make monie a fond heart mourn, Sae may it on your heads return! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears, the orphan's cry? But soon may peace bring happier days, And Willie, hame to Logan braes! THE WARRIOR'S RETURN. Air-"The Mill Mill O." WHEN wild waa's deadly blast was blawn, I left the lines and tented field, A leal, light heart was in my breast, I thought upon the banks o' Coil, At length I reach'd the bonie glen, Wha spied I but my ain dear maid, Down by her mother's dwelling! And turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling. Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass, Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom, O! happy, happy may be be, That's dearest to thy bosom! My purse is light, I've far to gang, Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me, And lovelier was than ever: Quo' she, a sodger ance I lo'ed, Forget him shall I never: Our humble cot, and hamely fare, That gallant badge, the dear cockade, She gaz'd-she redden'd like a rose- She sank within my arms and cried, By him who made yon sun and sky-- The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame, Quo' she, my grandsire left me gowd, For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The brave poor sodger ne'er despise, LORD GREGORY. MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, An exile frae her father's ha', Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove, Where first I own'd that virgin-love How aften didst thou pledge and vow, And my fond heart, itsel sae true, Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, Thou dart of heaven that flashest by, Ye mustering thunders from above, But spare, and pardon my fause love, VOL. II-M OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH! WITH ALTERATIONS. Oн, open the door, some pity to shew, Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true, Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, The wan moon is setting behind the white wave, She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide; |