UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. AULD blaws the wind frae east to west, CA The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast,— I'm sure it's winter fairly. When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, And lang's the night frae e'en to morn I'm sure it's winter fairly. Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. G° MY BONIE MARY. O fetch to me a pint o' wine, A service to my bonie lassie. The boat rocks at the Pier o' Leith; Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes deep and bloody; Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary. MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY Y heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high-cover'd with snow; THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY. A Galic Air. HERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity THE That he from our lasses should wander awa; For he's bonie and braw, weel favour'd witha', And his hair has a natural buckle and a'. His coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue; His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw; His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae, For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin; There's Meg wi' the mailin that fain wad a haen him, A AE FOND KISS. E fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! |