MCPHERSON'S FAREWEL. FAREWEL ye dungeons dark and strong, On yonder gallows tree. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he'; He play'd a spring and danc'd it round, Oh, what is death but parting breath?— I've dar'd his face, and in this place Sae rantingly, &c. Untie these bands from off my hands,* And bring to me my sword; Sae rantingly, &c. I've * See the 2d verse of the ballad of Hughie Graham, p. 287. I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; It burns my heart I must depart Sae rantingly, &c. Now farewel light, thou sunshine bright, SONG. HERE'S, a bottle and an honest friend! And comes not ay when sought, man. SONG. SONG. TUNE-Braes o' Balquhidder. I'll kiss thee yet, yet, An' I'll kiss thee o'er again, My bonie Peggy Alison! ILK care and fear, when thou art near, I'll kiss thee, &c. When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, And by thy e'en, sae bonie blue, I'll kiss thee, &c. SONG. SONG.* TUNE-If he be a Butcher neat and trim. ON Cessnock banks there lives a lass, And the glancin' of her sparklin' e'en. She's fresher than the morning dawn She's stately like yon youthful ash, She's * This song was an early production. It was recovered by the Editor from the oral communication of a lady residing at Glasgow, whom the Bard in early life affectionately admired. She's spotless as the flow'ring thorn An' she's twa glancin' sparklin' e'en. Her looks are like the sportive lamb, Her hair is like the curling mist That shades the mountain-side`at e'en, Her forehead's like the show'ry bow, Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush Her lips are like the cherries ripe, That sunny walls from Boreas screen, They tempt the taste and charm the sight; An' she's twa glancin' sparklin' e'en. Her |