How blest the humble cotter's fate!
He woos his simple dearie;
The sillie bogles, wealth and state,
Can never make them eerie.

O why, &c.

CLARINDA, mistress of my soul,
The measur'd time is run!

The wretch beneath the dreary pole,
So marks his latest sun!

To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie ;
Deprived of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy.

We part-but by these precious drops
That fill thy lovely eyes!
No other light shall guide my steps
Till thy bright beams arise.

She the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day:
And shall a glimmering planet fix:
My worship to its ray?

ISABELLA.

Tune-"M'Grigor of Rero's Lament."

RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray'd, deploring-
"Farewell, hours that late did measure
Sunshine days of joy and pleasure;
Hail thou gloomy night of sorrow,
Cheerless night that knows no morrow.

"O'er the past too fondly wandering,
On the hopeless future pondering;
Chilly grief my life-blood freezes,
Fell despair my fancy seizes.
Life, thou soul of every blessing,
Load to misery most distressing,
O how gladly I'd resign thee,
And to dark oblivion join thee !"

WANDERING WILLIE.

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud away hame;
Come to my bosom my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the sam

Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e; Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes, row gently ye billows!

And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.

But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nanie, Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring main: May I never see it, may I never trow it,

But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain!

THE

PARTING KISS.

JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss,
O'er the mountains he is gane;
And with him is a' my bliss,

Nought but griefs with me remain.

Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw,
'Drifting o'er the frozen plain !

When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely nay he sleep,
Sweetly blithe his waukening be!

He will think on her he loves,

Fondly he'll repeat her name; For where'er he distant roves, Jockey's heart is still at hame.

THE

ROARING OCEAN

Tune-"Druimion dubh."

MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying Heaven in warm devotion. For his weal where'er he be.

Hope and fear's alternate billow Yielding late to Nature's law; Whisp'ring spirits round my pillow Talk of him that's far awa.

Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded.
Gaudy day to you is dear.

Gentle night, do thou befriend me;
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;

Spirits kind, again attend me,

Talk of him that's far awa!

FAIR ELIZA,

A GAELIC AIR.

TURN again, thou fair Eliza ;
Ae kind blink before we part,
Rew on thy despairing lover!
Canst thou break his faithfu' heart?
Turn again, thou fair Eliza ;
If to love thy heart denies,
For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!

Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee;
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,
Wha for thine would gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shall mix in ilka throe:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow,

Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sinny noon:
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet in the moment

Fancy lightens on his e'e,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.