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It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady ; "And by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;
I'll row you o'er the ferry.'
The water wraith* was shrieking;
Grew dark as they were speaking.
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.
haste thee, haste !' the lady cries, • Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.'
A stormy sea before her -
The tempest gather'd o'er her.--
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was chang'd to wailing.For sore dismay'd, thro' storm and shade,
His child he did discover:
. And one was round her lover. *The evil spirit of the waters.
WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE.
By Sir Walter Scott.
Will soon gar mony ferlie;
An' landed Royal Charlie.
Ye're a'the welcomer early;
For wha'll be king but Charlie.
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' the
Frae John o' Groats to Airley,
Come thro' the heather, &c. .
Wi mony a lord an' laird, hae
Come thro' the heather, &c.
An' be't complete an' early;
Come thro' the heather, &c.
A SCOT'S LUVE SANG.-By the Ettrick Shepherd. Could this ill warld hae been contriv'd
To stand without mischievous woman, How peacefu' bodies wad hae liv'd,
Releas'd frae a' the ills sae common! But since it is the waefu' case
That man maun hae this teazing mony, Why see a sweet bewitching face?
-'0, had they not been made so bonny !
I might hae wandered dale and wood,
Brisk as the breeze that whistles o'er me, As careless as the roe-dur's brood,
As happy as the lands before me;
And caroll'd mountain streams so gaily, Had we but wantit a' the Megs
Wi' glossy e'en sae dark an' wily.
I saw the danger, fear'd the dart,
The smiles, the air, an' a' sae taking,
THE SCOTCHMAN'S WALLET. Have not you seen the Scotchman's wallet, Hanging over his shoulders ?
Shoulders, shoulders, A hanging over his shoulders. What has the Scotchman got in his wallet, Hanging over his shoulders?
Shoulders, shoulders, A hanging over his shoulders. Beef and pudding, cabbage and bacon, Hanging over his shoulders ;
Shoulders, shoulders. A hanging over his shoulders. Come, let us buy the Scotchman's wallet, For four pence, half penny farthing;
Farthing, farthing, For four pence, half penny farthing.
LIGHT AS THISTLE DOWN. Light as thistle down moving, which floats on the air, Sweet gratitude's debt to this cottage I bear; Of Autumn's rich store I bring home my part, The weight on my head, but gay joy in my heart.
To Gubbins, her husband, one day,
Did I swear what I'm going to say ?
Contriv'd to bless woman and man,
All should marry as soon as they can."
My thoughts of the thing 'fore to-day;
A spouse were a miserable man;
Giles, get married as soon as you can. • If one's children one wish'd in their graves,
Still plaguing one, day after day ;
One ilien might have something to say:
Nor have wives from their duty e'er ran;
Get married as soon as you can.'