Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part, To poison fortune's ruthless dartLet me not break thy faithful heart, And say that fate is mine, love. Owert, &c.

But dreary tho' the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet !
That only ray of solace sweet
Can on thy Chloris shine, love.
O wert, &c.

FROM THEE, ELIZA.

Tune-" Gilderoy."

FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,

And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw

A boundless ocean's roar :

But boundless oceans, roaring wide
Between my love and me,
They never, never can divide

My heart and soul from thee.

Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,
The maid that I adore!
A boding voice is in mine car,
We part to meet no more.

GALA WATER.

Tune-" Gala Water.'

THERE'S braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, That wander through the bluming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws,

Can match the lads o' Gala Water.

But there is ane, a secret ane,

Abune them a' I loe him better; And I'll be his, and he'll be mine, The bonnie lad o' Gala Water.

Although his daddie was nae laird,

And though I hae na mickle tocher; Yet rich in kindest, truest love,

We'll tent our flocks on Gala Water.

It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure; The bands and bliss o' mutual love,

O that's the chiefest warld's treasure!

GLOOMY DECEMBER.

ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December, Ance mair I hail thee, wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, Oh! ne'er to meet mair. Fond lovers parting is sweet painful pleasure, Hope bearing mild on the soft parting hour; But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever,

Is anguish unmingl'd and agony pure.

Wild as the winter now tearing the forest,
"Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown,
Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom,
Since my last hope and last comfort is gone,
Still as I hail thes, thou gloomy December,

Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; For sad was the parting thon makes me rer member,

Parting wi' Nancy, Ob, ne'er to meet mair.

Miss Miller of Mauchline, (probably the same lady whom the poet his celebrated in his catalogue of the beautics of that village

"Miss Miller is fine"——)

afterwards Mrs. Templeton, was the heroine of this beautiful song.

I DREAM'D I LAY WHERE FLOWERS WERE SPRINGING.

THESE two stanzas I composed when I was seventeen, and are among the oldest of my printed pieces.

I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing,
Gaily in the sunny beam;
List'ning to the wild birds singing,

By a falling, crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Trees with aged arms were warring,

O'er the swelling, drumlie wave.

Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoy'd;
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming,
A' my flow'ry bliss destroy'd.
Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me,

She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill;
Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me,
I bear a heart shall support me still.

I'LL AVE CA' IN BY YON TOUN
Tune-"I'll gang nae mair to yon town."

I'LL aye ca' in by yon toun,

And by yon garden green again;

I'll aye ca' in by yon toun,

And see my bonnie Jean again.

batt'ries,

And there I left for witness an arm and a limb; Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head me,

I'd clatter my stumps at the sound of the drum. Lal de daudle, &c.

And now tho' I must beg with a wooden arm and leg,

And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bum, I'm as happy with my wallet, my bottle and my callet,

As when I us'd in scarlet to follow a drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.

What tho' with hoary locks, I must stand the winter shocks,

Beneath the woods and rocks often times for a

What brings me back the gate again, But she, my fairest faithfu' lass; And stowlins we shall meet again.

She'll wander by the aiken tree,

When trystin time draws near again; And when her lovely form I see, O haith, she's doubly dear again.

I'll aye ca' in by you toun,

I'll

And by yon garden green again; aye ca' in by yon toun, And see my bonnie Jean again.