By yonCastle wa', at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey: And as he was singing, the tears doon came, - There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars, We dare

Turn again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blinkbefore 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, haeI offended? My offence is loving thee; Can'st thou wreck

Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! AncemairI hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember- Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair! Fond lovers' parting is sweet, painful pleasure, Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; Butthe dire feeling, O farewell for ever! Is anguish

Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig As on the banks o' wandering Nith, Aesmiling simmermorn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, Where linties sang and lammies play'd, I sat me down upon a craig, And drank my fill o' fancy's dream, When from the eddying deep below, Up rose

What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her puir Jenny for siller an' lan'. Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sellher puirJenny for silleran' lan'! He's always

Fareweel to a'our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Saefam'd in martial story. Now Sarkrins over Solway sands, An'Tweed rins to the ocean, To markwhere 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

Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yonthorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, I

Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I am fu'o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luvewas true: Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That

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