When Sawney, Jock, and Janetie, They'll help to gar the boatie row, The boatie rows, the boatie rows, And lightsome be her heart that bears And when wi' age we're worn down She wins the bairns' bread, And happy be the lot of a' That wish the boat to speed. ["The Boatie Rows,' is a charming display of womanly affection mingling with the concerns and occupations of life."-BURNS.] RED GLEAMS THE SUN DR. ROBERT COUPER. Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap, Where art thou, fairest, kindest lass? Alas! wert thou but near me, Thy gentle soul, thy melting e'e Would ever, ever cheer me. The laverock sings among the clouds, [This sweet short song was published about the year 1790 The name which the author gave it was " Kinrara ;" and Kinrara was the summer residence of the late Duchess of Gordon, to whom he dedicated two volumes of verse.] THE CUCKOO. JOHN LOGAN. Born 1748-Died 1788. Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! What time the daisy decks the green Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! [The last verse but one of this song is inexpressibly beautiful, no poet has praised the Cuckoo in lines so deserving of popularity as Logan : O Cuckoo, may I call the bird, WORDSWOTH] ALONE BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON. JOHN LOGAN. The day is departed, and round from the cloud The voice of the nightingale warbles aloud Maria, appear! now the season so sweet I cannot when present unfold what I feel: Her name to the shepherds I never reveal, Maria, my love! do you long for the grove? Does e'er a kind thought run on me as you rove Your name from the shepherds whenever I hear Your voice, when it vibrates so sweet through mine ear, Ye powers of the sky, will your bounty divine Indulge a fond lover his boon? Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine, ROY'S WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH. Roy's wife of Aldivalloch ! As I came o'er the braes of Balloch? Roy's wife of Aldivalloch ! As I came o'er the braes of Balloch ? She was a kind and cantie queen, Weel could she dance the highland walloch; How happy I, had she been mine, Or I'd been Roy of Aldivalloch ! Roy's wife of Aldivalloch! Wat ye how she cheated me As I came o'er the braes of Balloch? Though she's for ever left her Johnie. "Mr. Cromek, an anxious inquirer into all matters illustrative of northern song, ascribes Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch, to Mrs. Murray of Bath; while George Thomson, and all other editors of Scottish song, impute it to Mrs. Grant of Carron. I am not aware that the authorship has been settled-and I am sorry for it; because whoever wrote it has favoured us with a very sprightly and pleasant production."CUNNINGHAM.] HER ABSENCE WILL NOT ALTER ME. Though distant far from Jessy's charms, |