Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, Bonie lassie, &c. THE ROSE-BUD. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, Within the bush, her covert nest, She soon shall see her tender brood, So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair, On trembling string or vocal air, Shall sweetly pay the tender care That tents thy early morning. So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, PEGGY'S CHARMS. Tune-"N. Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny." WHERE braving angry winter's storms, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms, Blest be the wild sequester'd shade, THE BLISSFUL DAY. Tune-Seventh of November." THE day returns, my bosom burns, Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. While day and night can bring delight, Comes in between to make us part; CONSTANCY. Tune" My love is lost to me." O, WERE I on Parnassus' hill! To sing how dear I love thee. But Nith maun be my Muse's well, And write how dear I love thee. Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay! How much, how dear I love thee. see thee dancing o'er the green, Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean, Thy tempting lips, thy roguish e'enBy Heaven and earth I love thee! By night, by day, a-field, at hame, The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame; nd ay I muse and sing thy name, T only live to love thee. Though I were doom'd to wander on, Till then-and then I love thee. LOVELY JEAN. Tune-"Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey." OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And monie a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight, I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonie bird that sings, |