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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.
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.
The sails are torn, the ship a wreck;
The Mermaid sweet is singing,
Are merrily, merrily ringing.
From maidens' eyes are streaming,
Nor of ought that's earthly dreaming
Now winter is gane and the clouds flee away,
Yon bonny blue sky how delightfu' to see,
The hawthorn is blooming,
* We extract this Song from a selection made by Mr. R. A. Smith, Teacher of Music, Paisley, for the use of his Pupils, where also occurs the follow. ing notice concerning its authors:
" It may be interesting to many, to learn, that this little song is the joint production of the late Mr. John Hamilton of Edinburgh, (author of the po. pular Scottish song, “ Up in the morning early,") &c. and Tannahill.”.
O come, my dear Lassie, the season is gay,
The primrose and lily,
We'll pu' in the valley,
That rises beside Woodhouselee.
Ye mind when the snaw lay sae deep on the hill,
When cauld icy cranreugh hung white on the tree, When bushes were leafless, and mournfully still Were the wee birds of sweet Woodhouselee.
When snaw show'rs were fa'ing,
And wintry winds blawing,
But now, since the flowers,
Again busk the bowers,
And wander around Woodhouselee.
“ Mr. H. wrote the first stanzą for an ancient Irish melody, “. The fair haired child,” but after several unavailing attempts to proceed farther, he applied to Tannahill, through the medium of a friend, for a second verse; In a short time the request was complied with, and the Bard sent it to his friend with the following note, “ Mr. Hamilton's stanza is admirably suited to the air; in my opinion his lines possess, in an eminent degree, that beautiful, natural simplicity, which characterizes our best Scotish songs; I have al. tempted to add a verse to it, but I fear you will think it but a frigid production; the original one is so complete in itself, that he who tries another to it labours under the disadvantage of not knowing what to sax farther on the subject. However, I give you all that I could make of it.”