LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER

"And, by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry,

So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry."

By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.

"O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,
"Though tempests round us gather;
I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father."

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her;

When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her.

And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,
His wrath was changed to wailing.

WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN?

For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,
His child he did discover:

One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
And one was round her lover.

"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water,

And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

My daughter!-oh, my daughter!"

'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing;

The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.

C

WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN?

(LADY NAIRNE)

WOULD you be young again?

So would not I

One tear to memory given,

Onward I'd hie.

Life's dark flood forded o'er,

All but at rest on shore,

Say, would you plunge once more,

With home so nigh?

GANE WERE BUT THE WINTER CAULD

If you might, would you now
Retrace your way?

Wander through stormy wilds,
Faint and astray?

Night's gloomy watches fled,
Morning all beaming red,

Hope's smiles around us shed,

Heavenward-away.

Where, then, are those dear ones,
Our joy and delight?

Dear and more dear, though now
Hidden from sight.

Where they rejoice to be,
There is the land for me;
Fly, time, fly speedily;
Come, life and light.

WINTER

CI

GANE WERE BUT THE

CAULD

(ALLAN CUNNINGHAM)

GANE were but the winter cauld,
And gane were but the snaw,
I could sleep in the wild woods,
Whare primroses blaw.

THE MAID OF MY HEART

Cauld's the snow at my head,
And cauld at my feet,

And the finger o' death's at my een,
Closing them to sleep.

Let nane tell my father,

Or my mother dear:

I'll meet them baith in heaven
At the spring o' the year.

CII

THE MAID OF MY HEART

(JAMES HOME)

WHEN the maid of my heart, with the dark rolling eye,

The only beloved of my bosom is nigh,
I ask not of heaven one bliss to impart,
Save that which I feel with the maid of
my heart.

When around and above us there's naught to be seen,

But the moon on the sky and the flower on

green,

And all is at rest in the glen and the hill, Save the soul-stirring song of the breeze and

the rill;

GLENARA

Then the maid of my heart to my bosom is press'd,

Then all I hold dear in this world is pos

sessed;

Then I ask not of heaven one bliss to im

part,

Save that which I feel with the maid of my heart.

CIII

GLENARA

(THOMAS CAMPBELL)

OH! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,

Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?

'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear; And her sire, and the people, are call'd to her bier.

Glenara came first, with the mourners and shroud;

Her kinsmen they follow'd, but mourn'd not aloud:

Their plaids all their bosoms were folded

around;

They march'd all in silence, they look'd on

the ground.