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It was Wallas, the flowre of Scottis Chevalre draive
The Suthroun to deid in the battailis deray. He ruschit on to gloir sempiterne, and to save His King, and his Countre, he rushit to the--grave!
AMID LOCH CATRINE'S SCENERY WILD.
AIR-The Lass o' Arranteenie.
Amid Loch Cat'rine's scenery wild, ,
Is seen my lassie's dwelling,
Howl to the sea-breeze swelling:-
On mountain's summit airy;
Is not so fair as Mary,
'Tis sweet when woodland echo rings,
Where purling streams meander,
As thro' the glens we wander.
The fabl’d Elf or Fairy,
Moves not more light than Mary.
From Lowland plains I've wander'd far,
In endless search of pleasure;
I found this lovely treasure.
Amang these hills I'll tarry;
I'll love my dearest Mary.
A MOMENT PAUSE, YE BRITISH FAIR $.
A moment pause, ye British fair,
While pleasure's phantom ye pursue ; 1 Composed by a lady, on seeing in a list of new music,“ The Waterloo
And say, if sprightly dance or air,
Awful was the victory!
Veil'd in clouds the morning rose;
Nature seem'd to mourn the day,
How unfit for courtly ball,
See the Highland warrior rushing,
Firm in danger, on the foe,
His native pipe's accustom'd sound,
See the bullets through his side,
Shall scenes like these the dance inspire,
Or wake the enliv'ning notes of mirth?
Other sounds, I ween were there,
Forbear— till time with lenient hand,
Has sooth'd the pang of recent sorrow;
When our race has past away,
O heard you the Mermaid of the sea,
When the ship by the rock was sinking; Saw you the Maid with her coral cup,
A health to the sea-nymphs drinking.-The morning was fair, and the ocean calm,
Not a breath awoke the billow,
Was the Mermaid's resting pillow.
As round the cave, where the Mermaid slept,
The vessel light was sailing,
Of Mariners deeply wailing ;
The white waves around were dashing, And the light that illumin’d the pathless way,
Was the gleam of lightning flashing.