The Queen they wanted, whom they found,
All pale and fore afraid;
Because she knew her power muft yield
To Childy Wynd's; who faid,

-"Woe be to thee, thou wicked witch,
"An ill death may'ft thou dee;

As thou my fifter haft likened,
"So likened fhalt thou be.

"I will turn thee into a toad,

"That on the ground doth wend; "And won and won fhalt thou never be, "Till this world hath an end."

The virgins all of Bamborough town
Will fwear that they have seen
This fpiteful toad of monflrous fize,
Whilft walking they have been.

All folks believe, within the fhire,
This story to be true;
And they all run to Spindleston,
The cave and trough to view.

This fact now Duncan Frafier

Of Cheviot fings in rhime;

Left Bamboroughshire men should forget Some part of it in time.

No. LV.

MARY'S DREAM.

THE moon had climb'd the highest hill,
Which rifes o'er the fource of Dee,

And from the eastern fummit shed

Her filver light on tower and tree:
When Mary laid her down to fleep,

Her thoughts on Sandy, far at sea,
When foft and low a voice was heard
Say,-"Mary weep no more for me."—

She from her pillow gently raised

Her head, to afk, who there might be; She faw young Sandy shiv'ring stand, With visage pale and hollow eye; "O! Mary dear, cold is my clays "It lies beneath a stormy fea; "Far, far from thee, I fleep in death, "So, Mary, weep no more for me.

"Three

"Three ftormy nights, and ftormy days, "We tofs'd upon the raging main; "And long we ftrove our bark to save, "But all our striving was in vain : "E'en then when horror chill'd my blood, "My heart was fill'd with love for thee; "The ftorm is past, and I at rest,

"So, Mary, weep no more for me.

"O Maiden dear, thyself prepare,

"We foon fhall meet upon that shore, "Where love is free from doubt and care, "And thou and I fhall part no more." Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled, No more of Sandy could fhe fee, But foft the paffing spirit faid,

"Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.".

No. LVI.

CLERK COLVIN.

CLERK Colvin and his Lady gay,
They walk'd in yonder garden fheen:
The girdle round her middle jimp'

Had coft Clerk Colvin crowns fifteen..

-❝ Oh hearken well, my wedded Lord,
"Oh hearken well to what I fay;

2

"When ye gae by the wells of Stane,

"Beware, ye touch nae well-faced may." 3

din:

"Oh! haud 4 your tongue, my Lady gay,
"And haud my Lady gay, your
"Did I never yet see a fair woman,
"But wi' her body I wad fin ?"—

Then

I 1 Fimp, Rays.

2 Gal, go.

3 May, maiden. 4 Haud, hold.