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“O! resume thy wonted smile!
O! suppress thy fears, lassie!
That the soldier shares, lassie;
Till the day we die, lassie ;
On Loudoun's flowery lea, lassie.”
Near thee I pass'd life's early day,
The broom, the brier, the birken bush,
Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea, And a' the sweets that ane can wish
Frae Nature's hand, are strew'd on thee.
Far ben thy dark green plantain's shade,
The cushat croodles am'rously, The mavis, down thy bughted glade,
Gars echo ring frae every tree.
Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang,
Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee! They'll sing you yet a canty sang,
Then, O! in pity, let them be!
When winter blaws in sleety showers
Frae aff the Norlan' hills sae hie, He lightly skiffs thy bonny bowers,
As laith to harm a flower in thee.
Though Fate should drag me south the line,
Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea ; The happy hours I'll ever min’
That I, in youth, hae spent in thee.
'HE weary sun's gaen down the west, The birds sit nodding on
the tree; All nature now prepares for rest,
But rest prepared there's none for me. The trumpet sounds to war's alarms,
The drums they beat, the fifes they play,-
Good night, and joy be wi' you a';
Good night, and joy be wi' you a'!
I grieve to leave my comrades dear,
I mourn to leave my native shore;
And the bonnie lass whom I adore.
When danger calls I must obey,
And the morn I will be far away.
Adieu, dear Scotia's sea-beat coast !
Though bleak and drear thy mountains be,
I'll cast a wishful look to thee !
May Providence thy guardian be!
I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee!
IV.-THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER.
The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi' snaw;
Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw: The wild flowers o' summer were spread a' sae bonnie,
The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie,
And now it is winter wi' nature and me. Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheery,
Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw; Now naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary,
And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw. The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie,
They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,
'Tis winter wi' them, and 'tis winter wi' me. Yon cauld sleety cloud skiffs alang the bleak mountain,
And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae; While down the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountai
That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and me. It's no its loud roar on the wintry winds swellin',
It's no the cauld blast brings the tears to my e'e, For, O! gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan',
The dark days o'winter were summer to me !
V.-GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA'.
LOOMY winter's now awa',
Saft the westlin' breezes blaw,
The mavis sings fu' cheery, O!
My young, my artless dearie, O!
Come, my lassie, let us stray
'Midst joys that never weary, O!
Adorn the banks sae briery, O!
Round the sylvan fairy nooks
And ilka thing is cheery, O!
Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O!
VI.-MIDGES DANCE ABOON THE BURN.
THE midges dance aboon the burn;
The dews begin to fa';
Set up their e’ening ca'.
Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang
Rings through the briery shaw, While flitting gay, the swallows play
Around the castle wa'.
Beneath the golden gloaming sky
The mavis mends her lay;
To charm the ling’ring day;
Their little nestlings torn,
Gaes jinking through the thorn.
The roses fauld their silken leaves,
The foxglove shuts its bell;
Spread fragrance through the dell.
Of mirth and revelry,
Are dearer far to me.
VII.-JESSIE, THE FLOWER O DUMBLANE.
"HE sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,
While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloamin'
To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane. How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft faulding blossom,
And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle о'green; Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom,
Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblant