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Silent and sad the minstrel sat,
And thought on the days of yore; He was old, yet he lov’d his native land,
Tho' his harp could charm no more.
The winds of heaven died away,
And the moon in the valley slept, The minstrel lean'd on his olden harp,
And o'er its strains he wept.
In youth he had stood by the Wallace side,
And sung in King Robert's hall, When Edward vow'd with his English host
Scotland to hold in thrall.
But the Wallace wight was dead and gone,
And Robert was on his death-bed, And dark was the hall where the minstrel sung
: Of chiefs that for Scotia bled.
But oft, as twilight stole o'er the steep
And the woods of his native vale, Would the minstrel wake his harp to weep,
And sigh to the mountain gale.
O fare thee weel, fair Cartha's side,
For ever, ever fare thee weel! Upon thy banks I've oft enjoy'd
What virtuous love alone can feel. With Anna as I fondly stray'd,
And mark'd the gowan's hamely mien, The vilet blue, the primrose gay,
Enrich'd the joyful fairy scene.
The sun had set; the western clouds
Began to lose their radiance bright; The inavis' tuneful note was hush'd,
And all proclaim'd approaching night;
Then was the time I fondly pour’d
In Anna's ear my ardent tale, She blush'd, and oft I fondly thought
That love like mine would soon prevail.
She spoke, she look'd as if she lov'd,
Yet, ah! how false was Anna's heart ! Tho' heavenly fair her angel form,
How fraught with guile, how full of art! Now far from Anna, far from home,
By Lugar's stream I sadly mourn; I think on scenes I still must love,
On scenes that never can return.
O fare ye weel, fair Cartha's banks, .
And Anna-0!- a long fareweel! Nor ever may that pang be thine,
Which my sad heart so oft doth feel. But happy, happy may'st thou be,
By fairy scenes on Cartha's side, And may a better far than me,
Thro' life be tby true love and guide.
MAID OF ORANSAY.
Let high Benledi rear its tap,
When tempests lash the foaming waves,
O Oransay's a lovely isle,
* A famous whirlpool not far from Oransas.
Pure is the rapture yet to be,
The dark Atlantic wave may roar
TIBBY, I HAE SEEN THE DAY.
0 Tibby, I hae seen the day
Yestreen I met you on the moor,
O Tibby, I hae, fc.