...hour; Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy...

...! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could...took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. Tho' Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them...

...another song} for Yestreen is far from being an unintelligible, and is moreover a very pretty word. ' Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha ? To thee my fancy look its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair and that was braw, And yon the...

...hour; Those smiles and glanees let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How hlythly wad I hide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rieh reward seeure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the tremhling string, The danee gaed...

...! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could...trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha'j To thee my i'aney took ils wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw. cS Tho' this was fair, and that...

...conclusion of the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my Fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said...

...! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithly wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun ; Could...neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was br . And you the toast of a' the towv O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly...

...slippers. MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha, To thee my fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely —...

...wish'd, the trysted hour ' Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bid the stoure, A weary slave frae...or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, ami said amang them a', " Ye arena Mary Morison." O Mary, canst...

...! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took...