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THERE was a pretty plough-boy,
A plougbing of his land,
While he sang so sweet and shrill,
That each valley, wood, and hill,
By the streamlet's dimpling bosom,
Sat the plough-boy's blooming fair;
While she caught the cheering sound,
By young echo trill'd around, And bade her whisper down the dell, “ Your maid!
Pretty maid! Soon will meet you by the fountain in the shade.”
WELCOME SUMMER BACK AGAIN.
Air.-" HIGHLAND HARRY BACK AGAIN.”
In Flora's train the
Spring dances o'er the plain,
Then join with me, my lovely May,
The budding wild will soon perfume
The air, when balm'd by April's rain,
In yon sequester'd scene,
And there we'll meet, my lovely May,
When yellow cowslips scent the mead,
Then gladness o'er the plains will reign,
Spring dances o'er the plain,
With blooming garlands in her train,
Though winter o'er the hills and glens,
In dreary wreathes reposes;
So late clad o'er with roses :
Will leaf the bending grove;
And all will breathe of love.
I sat within the holly's shade,
Bright winter's sun shone o'er me;
That mirror'd lay before me:
Like winter in her prime;
Like vestal's at the shrine.
Awakening with the blackbird's call,
The drooping snow-drop's blowing; The cowslip, and the violets blue,
On the gale their sweet breaths are strewing: Oh it is sweet in glen or grove,
To watch young spring's return, On wind-flower bank, or crocus bed,
Where the murmuring waters run.
See the glow-worm lits her fairy lamp,
From a beam of the rising moon; On the heathy shore at evening fall,
Twixt Holy-Loch, and dark Dunoon: Her fairy lamp’s pale silvery glare,
From the dew-clad, moorland flower, Invite my wandering footsteps there,
At the lonely twilight hour.
When the distant beacon's revolving light
Bids my lone steps seek the shore,
Meets the dash of the fisher's oar;
As she sea-ward tracks her way;
And robed in the misty gray.
When the glow-worm lits her elfin lamp,
And the night breeze sweeps the hill;
To wander at fancy's will.
Life's cares would pass away,
At the wake of early day.
The Glow-worm (Lampyris Noctiluca) on mild summer evenings, especially after a shower of rain, are to be found in great abundance among the long grass and moss between Dunoon and the Holy-Loch, where the surrounding scenery renders this singular insect doubly interesting. The female is larger than the male, and emits a beautiful light (apparently phosphorescent, but not really so), for the purpose of attracting the male; this issues from the four last rings of the abdomen: the male has a power of emitting a feeble light, but very disproportionate to that of the female. Two or three of these insects inclosed in a glass vase, will give a light sufficient to enable a person to read in the darkest night. There are fifty-two species of this insect scattered over the four quarters of the globe, of which two only are found in our own country, viz. the Glow-worm and the Fire-fly.
Let us haste Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie,
Where the rose in all her pride,
Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O.
Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O,
Where the glens rebound the call,
Of the roaring waters' fall, Through the mountain's rocky ball, bonnie lassie, 0.
O Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie, 0,
There, the May-pink's crimson plume,
Throws a soft, but sweet perfume, Round the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie, O.
Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie, O, As the smile of fortune's thine, bonnie lassie, 0,
Yet with fortune on my side,
I could stay thy father's pride,
But the frowns of fortune lower, bonnie lassie, O,
Ere yon golden orb of day
Wake the warblers on the spray,