A Vision
As I stood by yonroofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howletmourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. The winds were laid, the airwas still, The stars they shot alangthe sky; The fox was howling on the hill, And the distant echoing glens reply. The stream,
Bannocks O’ Bear Meal
Chorus-Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley, Here's to the Highlandman's Bannocks o' barley! Wha, in a brulyie, will First cry a parley? Never the lads wi' the Bannocks o' barley, Bannocks o' bear meal, &c. Wha, in his waedays, Were loyal to Charlie? Whabutthe lads wi'the Bannocks o' barley! Bannocks o'bearmeal, &c.
Behold, My Love, How Green The Groves
Behold, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave thy flowing hair. The lav'rock shuns the palace gay, And o'er the cottage sings: For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween, To Shepherds as to Kings. Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string, In lordly lighted
Canst Thou Leave Me Thus, My Katie
Chorus-Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie? Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie? Well thou know'st my aching heart, And canst thou leave me thus, for pity? Is this thy plighted, fond regard, Thus cruelly to part, my Katie? Is this thy faithful swain's reward- Anaching, broken heart, my Katie! Canst thou leave me,
Thanksgiving For A National Victory
Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men and give God thanks! Desist, for shame!-proceed nofurther; God won't accept your thanks for Murther!
Logan Braes
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sinsynehaeo'er us run, Like Logan to the simmersun: But now thy flowery banks appear Like drumlieWinter, dark and drear, While my dear lad maunface his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Again the merry month of May Has
The Last Time I Came O’er The Moor
The last time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in my bosom swelling: Condemn'd to see my rival's reign, While I in secret languish; To feel a fire in every vein, Yet dare not speak my anguish. Love's veriest wretch, despairing, I Fain, fain, my
Lord Gregory
O mirk, mirkis this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ope thy door. Anexile fraeher father's ha', And a'for loving thee; At least some pity on me shaw, If love it may nabe. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove BybonieIrwine side, Where first I own'd