THE TITHER MORN. TO A HIGHLAND AIR. THE tither morn Aneath an aik sat moaning, Beside me, gain the gloaming. Did least expec', To see my lad so near me. His bonnet he, A thought ajee, Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me; And I, I wat, Wi' fainness grat, While in his grips he press'd me. late and air, Hae wish'd since Jock departed; But now as glad I'm wi' my lad, As short syne broken-hearted. Fu' aft at e'en When a' were blythe and merry, I cared na by, My mind's at rest, I'se ay be there. And be as canty 's onie. LOVELY DAVIES. TUNE-Miss Muir. Oн how shall I, unskilfu', try The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, Even they maun dare an effort mair, When past the shower, and every flower As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, When winter-bound the wave is; Sae droops our heart when we maun part Her smile 's a gift, frae 'boon the lift, The man in arms, 'gainst female charms, He hugs his chain, and owns the reign My muse to dream of such a theme, THE WEARY PUND O' TOW. TUNE-The weary pund o' tow. The weary pund, the weary pund, I think my wife will end her life I BOUGHT my wife a stane o' lint' There sat a bottle in a bole, And ay she took the tither souk3 Quoth I, For shame, ye dirty dame, At last her feet-I sang to see 't- I'll wallop in a tow. The weary pund, &c. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA." TUNE-Oh, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie. Он, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie ! Success to Kenmure's band, Willie! There's no a heart that fears a Whig That rides by Kenmure's hand. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie! 1 Pound.-2 A stone-weight of flax.-3 Another drink.-4 To wash away the dust of the tow. 5 There is some doubt as to the portions of this song which belong to Burns; it is presumed that the second and third stanzas are only original, It alludes to the part taken by Viscount Kenmure in the rebellion of 1715. There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, Nor yet o' Gordon's line. Oh, Kenmure's lads are men, Willie! Óh, Kenmure's lads are men; Their hearts and swords are metal true- They 'll live or die wi' fame, Willie! Here's him that's far awa, Willie ! And here's the flower that I love best- MY COLLIER LADDIE. TUNE-The Collier Laddic. WHERE live ye, my bonnie lass? See you not yon hills and dales, The sun shines on sae brawlie! Ye shall gang in gay attire, Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on, And the earth conceals sae lowly; I wad turn my back on you and it a', I can win my five pennies in a day, Luve for luve is the bargain for me, Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me; And the world before me to win my bread, NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME. The Maxwells, after the fall of the house of Douglas, were the most powerful family in the south of Scotland; but the name is now no longer numbered with our nobility. THE noble Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gae bigg Terreagle's towers, And they declare Terreagle 's fair, Tho' stars in skies may disappear, |