FAREWELL TO ELIZA.

Written for Johnson's Museum. This song has latterly been rendered popular by the musical talents of Miss Stephens. 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 my ear,
We part to meet no more!

But the last throb that leaves my heart,

While Death stands victor by,

That throb, Eliza, is thy part,

And thine that latest sigh.

FAIR ELIZA.

'The bonnie brucket lassie,' to the music of which this su perior song is composed, was written by an eccentric character, who was well known in Edinburgh about forty years ago by the name of Balloon Tytler.' He also wrote the popular song, of Loch Erroch Side.'

Tune-The bonnie brucket lassie.

TURN again, thou fair Eliza,

Ae kind blink before we part,

Rue on thy despairing lover!

Canst thou break his faithfu' heart?

Turn again, thou fair Eliza!

If to love thy heart denies,

For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!

Q

Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee:
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever
Wha for thine wad gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow!

Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet in the moment
Fancy lightens in his ee,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.

THOUGH CRUEL FATE, &c.

This beautiful Fragment is an early composition.
THOUGH Cruel Fate should bid us part,

As far 's the Pole and Line,

Her dear idea round my heart
Should tenderly entwine.

Though mountains frown and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between;

Yet, dearer than my deathless soul,

I still would love my Jean.

THE HIGHLAND LASSIE.

Furns composed these verses in early life, before he was at all known in the world. The object of his affection was Mary Campbell, a native of the Highlands. The deep impression which she made on his mind can hardly be inferred from this song. From those which follow, however, we can more readily imagine the intense interest which she excited in his bosom. Tune.-The deuk's dang owre my daddy.

NAE gentle dames, though e'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my Muse's care;

Their titles a' are empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.

CHORUS.

Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Aboon the plain sue rushy, O,
I set me down wi' right good will,
To sing my Highland lussie, O.

Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine,
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland lassie, O.
Within the glen, &c.

But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea;
But while my crimson currents flow
I'll love my Highland lassie, O.
Within the glen, &c.

Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honour's glow,
My faithful Highland lassie, O.

Within the glen, &c.

For her I'll dare the billow's roar,
For her I 'il dare the distant shore,
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland lassie, O.

Within the glen, &c.

She has my heart, she has my hand,
By sacred truth and honour's band!
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine, my Highland lassie, O.

Farewell the glen sae bushy, O,
Farewell the plain sae rushy, O,
To other lands I now must go
To sing my Highland lassie, O.

TO MARY.

Another of the Poet's many songs in praise of Highland Mary."
COULD aught of song declare my pains,
Could artful numbers move thee,
The Muse should tell in labour'd strains,
O Mary, how I love thee!

They who but feign a wounded heart,
May teach the lyre to languish;
But what avails the pride of art,

When wastes the soul with anguish?
Then let the sudden bursting sigh
The heart-felt pang discover;
And in the keen, yet tender eye,
O read th' imploring lover.
For well I know thy gentle mind
Disdains art's gay disguising;
Beyond what fancy e'er refin'd,
The voice of nature prizing.

PRAYER FOR MARY.

Supposed to be written on the eve of the Poet's intended depar ture for the West Indies. First published in the Reliques, from a copy supplied by the Rev. James Gray, of Dumfries, the kind friend of the widow and family of the Poet.

POWERS celestial, whose protection
Ever guards the virtuous fair,
While in distant climes I wander,
Let my Mary be your care:
Let her form, sae fair and faultless,
Fair and faultless as your own;
Let my Mary's kindred spirit,

Draw your choicest influence down.
Make the gales you waft around her,
Soft and peaceful as her breast;
Breathing in the breeze that fans her,
Soothe her bosom into rest: