My Heart’s In The Highlands
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the
Delia, An Ode
Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; Butfairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her beauty shows. Sweet the lark's wild warbled lay, Sweet the tinkling rill to hear; But, Delia, more delightful still, Steal thine accents on mine ear. The flower-enamour'd busy bee The rosy banquet loves to
Ode On The Departed Regency Bill
Daughter of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of sepulture now duly paid) Spread abroad its hideous form On the roaring civil storm, Deafening dinand warring rage Factions wild with factions wage; Or under-ground, deep-sunk, profound, Among the demons of the earth, With groans
Election Ballad For Westerha’
The Laddies bythe banks o' Nith Wadtrust his Grace^1wi a', Jamie; But he'll sairthem, as he sair'd the King- Turn tail and rinawa', Jamie. Chorus.-Up and waur them a', Jamie, Up and waur them a'; The Johnstones haethe guidin o't, Ye turncoat Whigs, awa'! The day he stude his country's friend, Or giedher faes a