A glieb o' lan', a claut o' gear,

Was left me by my auntie, Tam;
At kith or kin I need na spier,

An I saw ane an' twenty, Tam.
An' O for, &c.

They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam;
But hear'st thou, laddie! there's my loof,
I'm thine at ane an' twenty, Tam.
An' O for, &c.

THOU FAIR ELIZA

TURN again, thou fair Eliza!

Ae kind blink before we part ;

Rue on thy despairing lover,

Can'st thou break his faithfu' heart?

Turn again, thou fair Eliza !

If to love thy heart denies,

Oh, in pity hide the sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise!

Thee, sweet maid, hae I offended?
My offence is loving thee;
Can'st thou wreck his peace

for ever,

Wha for thine would 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' sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,

All beneath the simmer moon ;

A lover's pleading

Not the Minstrel, in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e,

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

MY BONIE BELL

THE Smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies

;

Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonie blue are the sunny skies.

Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell;
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.

The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,
The yellow Autumn presses near;
Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
Till smiling Spring again appear:
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,

Old Time and Nature their changes tell;

But never ranging, still unchanging,
I adore my bonie Bell.

NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME

THE noble Maxwells and their powers
Are coming o'er the border,

And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers,
And set them a' in order.

And they declare Terreagles fair,

For their abode they choose it ;
There's no a heart in a' the land

But's lighter at the news o't.

Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather;
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather:
The weary night o' care and grief
May hae a joyfu' morrow;
So dawning day has brought relief,
Fareweel our night o' sorrow.

FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND
I LOVE

Tune "Carron Side.

FRAE the friends and land I love
Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite,
Frae my best belov'd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight:
Never mair maun hope to find

Ease frae toil, relief frae care;
When Remembrance wracks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.

Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore.
Till Revenge, wi' laurel'd head,
Bring our banished hame again;

And ilk loyal, bonie lad

Cross the seas, and win his ain.

SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES
IN A NATION

FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;

The exile's woes

Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,

To mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,

Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;

But English gold has been our bane—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

O would, or I had seen the day

That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll mak this declaration;

We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

YE JACOBITES BY NAME

YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear,

Ye Jacobites by name,

Your faults I will proclaim,

Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.

What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law, by the law?

What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law?

What is Right, and what is Wrang?

A short sword, and a lang,

A weak arm and a strang, for to draw.

What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar ?
What makes heroic strife, famed afar?

What makes heroic strife?

To whet th' assassin's knife,

Or hunt a Parent's life, wi' bluidy war?

Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the

state,

Then let your schemes alone, in the state.

Then let your schemes alone,

Adore the rising sun,

And leave a man undone, to his fate.

I HAE BEEN AT CROOKIEDEN
I HAE been at Crookieden,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Viewing Willie and his men,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
There our foes that burnt and slew,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
There, at last, they gat their due,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
Satan sits in his black neuk,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Breaking sticks to roast the Duke,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
The bloody monster ga'e a yell,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
And loud the laugh gaed round a' hell,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.

Cumberland's re

ward