Seven times his bridal vow,
Ruthless fate had broken thro':
Wha wad thocht his comin' now
Was for our maiden auntie.
She had ne'er been sought,—
Cheerie hope was fadin';
Dowie is the thocht
To live an' dee a maiden.
How it comes we dinna ken,
Wanters ay maun wait their ain;
Madge is hecht to Adam Glen,
An' sune we'll hae a weddin'.
THE CANNY COURTSHIP.
COME down to the wooin' dear laddie,
Come down to the wooin' at e'en;
An' gin ye can win my auld daddie!
We'se sune make a bridal I ween!
'Tis true we hae baith a beginnin',
Tho' nane o' his sillar we see;
But the guidwill is ay worth the winnin',
Whan there's mair na guidwishes to gie.
Ye'll leave a' your luve-tales ahint ye,
This night a new leman is thine!
'Tis nae the feul lassie o' twenty!
'Tis wylie threescore an' fyfteen-:
Ye'll crack awa doucely an' canny,
O' markets, o' farmin', an' flocks,
Ye'll ruse up the days o' your granny!
Auld fashions an' auld fashion'd fouks!
An' whan ye maun wiss him guid-e'enin',
I winna be far out o' view,
I'll come frae my dairy or spinnin',
An' gang out the loanin' wi' you!
An' gin the auld bodie's nae gloomin”,
Gin nane o' his tauntin' he flings;
Niest Friday ye'll ca' i' the gloamin',
An' overly speik about things!—
But gin you see stormie leuks brewin',
Ye'll on i' the auldfarran' strain,—
An' we'll tak anither week's wooin'!
Syne cannily try him again!
I've heard my ain mither declarin',
An' wha cou'd hae kend him sae weel?—
My father wad lead wi' a bairn,
But wadna be ca'd for the de'il.
My Jamie is the fairest lad,
The maids o' Logie ever saw;
My Jamie is a blythsome lad,
But wae's my heart he's gane awa!
How lanely now the e'enings seem,
When lads around the ingle draw→
This flittin' time's a waefu* time!
A waefu' time to mony twa!
But cheery Hope will comfort len';
An' wing the lazy hours awa;
Till faithfu3 Jamie come again,
When merry Yule-day gathers a';
An' when he wins anither fee,
He'll plenish out a bonnie ha'-
An' till the day-the day we dee,
He'll tak me hame for guid an' a'.
JOHNY ZE MAUN COM AGANE,
In the old Scottish manner.
JOHNY ze maun com agane,
Johny ze maun com agane;
Jeany zit wyll bee zour ayne;
Johny ze maun com agane,
Wi manna heid hir sylene schy,
Thewles luke and laythfu' eye,
Quhilk is the baschfu' maydonis way;
Johny ze maun com agane.
Johny ze maun com agane,
Johny ze maun com agane;
Jeany zit wyll bee zour ayne,
Johny quhan zou com agane.
Ile ruise zou wiel and speik zou faire,
Hecht hir geir and mekle maire,
And sa the maydon wi wyll weer,
Johny quhan zou com agane.
Johny ze maun com agane,
Johny ze maun com agane;
Jeany scho wyll bee zour ayne,
Johny quhan zou com agane.
A mytheris feiris dois eith begyn---
Freikis and fuleis ar flokkin yn;
Busch ze bra and Jeany wyn,
Johny quhan ze com agane.
Johny ze maun com agane,
Johny ze maun com agane;
Jeany wyll bee a' zour ayne,
Johny quhan zou com agane.
A nakkit luve richt sune growis cauld-
Bot quhan bein yn byre and fauld,
Wi grow yn luve als wi grow auld-
Johny ze maun com agane.
THE HILLS OF THE DEE.
THO' fair are the maids in the vale of Strathmore,
And sweetly the wild woodland melodies pour;
Tho' flowery the meadow, and fragrant the grove,
And fondly they whisper-Oh! tarry and love-
The love they would own they will never obtain;
I'll bid them farewell e'er the summer again—
And then my dear Ellen, I'm coming to thee,
To wander no more from the hills of the Dec.
O bright is the landscape in memory's eye,
The valley so deep, and the mountain so high;
The wild heath, the hazel, the birch, and the pine,
The hill-born stream, and the rocky ravine-
Where my hopes and affections with Ellen are stay'd,
Where in mutual endearment we often have stray'd;
From the first beam of day on the eastern sea;
To its last setting ray on the hills of the Dee.
THE BRAES OF MAR.
THE standard on the braes o' Mar,
Is up, and streaming rarely;
The gathering pipe on Loch-ny-gar,
Is sounding lang and sairly:
The highland men
Frae hill and glen,
In martial hue,
With bonnets blue,
With belted plaids,
And burnish'd blades
Are coming late and early.
Wha wadna join our noble Chief, a
The Drummond, b and Glengary, c
Macgregor, d Murray, e Rollo, f Keith, g
Panmure h and gallant Harry: i
a Erskine, earl of Mar, commander-in-chief of the Chevalier's arm "a nobleman of great spirit, honour and abilities." He proclaim James the eighth, and raised his standard at Castletoun of Brae-Mar, Se tember 6th, 1715. He died in France, 1732.
6 Drummond, marquis of Drummond, lieutenant-general of Jame army, died in France about 1717.
c Macdonald of Glengary, "a brave and spirited chief"
d Macgregor.-Rob Roy Macgregor,-brother to the laird of Macgreg and hero of the celebrated novel which bears his name.
e Murray, marquis of Tullibardine: died in the Tower of London, 174 f Rollo, lord Rollo, "a man of singular merit and great integrity," died in 1758.
g Keith, earl marischal of Scotland: died in Switzerland, 1771. Maule, earl of Panmure: died in Paris, 1723.
Harry Maule, brother to the earl of Panmure, "who with every per sonal accomplishment, possessed great intrepidity, military skill, &c died about 1740.
Macdonald's men,
Clan-Ronald's k men,
Macgillvary's m men,
Strathallan's n men-
The Lowlan' men
Of Callender o and Airly. p
Fy! Donald, up and let's awa,
We canna langer parley;
Whan Jamie's back is at the wa',
The lad we lo'e sae dearly.
We'll go-we'll go
An' meet the foe,
An' fling the plaid,
An' swing the blade,
An' forward dash,
An' hack and slash-
An' fleg the German Carlie.
GLEN-NA-H' ALBYN.*
On the airy Ben-nevis
The wind is awake;
The boat's on the shallow,
The ship on the lake:
Ranald Macdonald, captain of Clan-Ranald.
and generous young gentleman among the clans." He fell on the of battle, November 13th, 1715.
Mackenzie, earl of Seaforth: died 1740.
Macgillvary: a name applied to the clans in general.
Strathallan, viscount Strathallan: he was taken prisoner at Sheriff; pardoned; joined Prince Charles Stuart; and fell in the battle of den, 1746.
Callender, Livingstoun earl of Callender and Linlithgow: attainted. Airly, Ogilvie, eldest son of the earl of Airly: attainted, but afters pardoned.
Glen-na-h' Albyn, or Glen-more-na-h' Albyn, the great glen of Caleis a name applied to the valley which runs in a direction from h-east to south-west, the whole breadth of the kingdom, from the ay Firth at Inverness, to the Sound of Mull below Fort William; which is almost filled with lakes.
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