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“O! resume thy wonted smile!

0! suppress thy fears, lassie! Glorious honour crowns the toil

That the soldier shares, lassie;
Heaven will shield thy faithful lover
Till the vengeful strife is over,
Then we'll meet nae mair to sever,

Till the day we die, lassie;
'Midst our bonnie woods and braes
We'll spend our peaceful, happy days,
As blithe's yon lightsome lamb that plays

On Loudoun's flowery lea, lassie.”

II.-THE WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA.

THO

'HOU bonny wood of Craigie lea !

Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea ! Near thee I pass'd life's early day, And won my Mary's heart in thee.

The broom, the brier, the birken bush,

Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea, And a' the sweets that ane can wish

Frae Nature's hand, are strew'd on thee.

Far ben thy dark green plantain's shade,

The cushat croodles am'rously, The mavis, down thy bughted glade,

Gars echo ring frae every tree.

Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang,

Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee! They'll sing you yet a canty sang,

Then, O! in pity, let them be!

When winter blaws in sleety showers

Frae aff the Norlan' hills sae hie, He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers,

As laith to harm a flower in thee.

Though Fate should drag me south the line,

Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea ; The happy hours I'll ever min’

That I, in youth, hae spent in thee.

III.-GOOD NIGHT.

THE

'HE weary sun's gaen down the west, The birds sit nodding on

the tree; All nature now prepares for rest,

But rest prepared there's none for me. The trumpet sounds to war's alarms,

The drums they beat, the fifes they play,-
Come, Mary, cheer me wi' thy charms,
For the morn I will be far away.
Good night, and joy-good night, and joy,

Good night, and joy be wi' you a';
For since it's so that I must go,

Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!

I grieve to leave my comrades dear,

I mourn to leave my native shore;
To leave my agèd parents here,

And the bonnie lass whom I adore.
But tender thoughts maun now be hushed,

When danger calls I must obey,
The transport waits us on the coast,

And the morn I will be far away.

Adieu, dear Scotia's sea-beat coast !

Though bleak and drear thy mountains be,
When on the heaving ocean tost

I'll cast a wishful look to thee !
And now, dear Mary, fare thee well,

May Providence thy guardian be!
Or in the camp, or on the field,

I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee!

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IV.-THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER.
EEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o’ Gleniffer,

The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi' snaw;
How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover

Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw: The wild flowers o' summer were spread a' sae bonnie,

The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie,

And now it is winter wi' nature and me. Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheery,

Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw; Now naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary,

And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw. The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie,

They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,

'Tis winter wi' them, and 'tis winter wi' me. Yon cauld sleety cloud skiffs alang the bleak mountain,

And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae; While down the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountai

That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and me. It's no its loud roar on the wintry winds swellin',

It's no the cauld blast brings the tears to my e'e, For, O! gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan',

The dark days o'winter were summer to me !

V.-GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA'.

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LOOMY winter's now awa',

Saft the westlin' breezes blaw,
'Mang the birks o’ Stanley shaw

The mavis sings fu' cheery, O!
Sweet the crawflower's early bell
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonnie sel',

My young, my artless dearie, O!

Come, my lassie, let us stray
O’er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
Blithely spend the gowden day

'Midst joys that never weary, O!
Towering o'er the Newton woods,
Laverocks fan the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs, wi' downy buds,

Adorn the banks sae briery, O!

Round the sylvan fairy nooks
Feath’ry breckans fringe the rocks,
'Neath the brae the burnie jouks,

And ilka thing is cheery, O!
Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
Flowers may bloom and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna bring,

Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O!

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VI.-MIDGES DANCE ABOON THE BURN.

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The dews begin to fa';
The pairtricks down the rushy holm

Set up their e’ening ca'.

Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang

Rings through the briery shaw, While flitting gay, the swallows play

Around the castle wa'.

Beneath the golden gloaming sky

The mavis mends her lay;
The redbreast pours his sweetest strains

To charm the ling’ring day;
While weary yeldrins seem to wail

Their little nestlings torn,
The merry wren, frae den to den,

Gaes jinking through the thorn.

The roses fauld their silken leaves,

The foxglove shuts its bell;
The honeysuckle and the birk

Spread fragrance through the dell.
Let others crowd the giddy court

Of mirth and revelry,
The simple joys that Nature yields

Are dearer far to me.

VII.-JESSIE, THE FLOWER O DUMBLANE.

"HE sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,

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While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloamin'

To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane. How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft faulding blossom,

And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle о'green; Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom,

Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblant

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