Oh banks to me for ever dear! Oh streams whose murmurs still I hear! And she, in simple beauty drest, Or where yon grot o'erhangs the tide, Ye lofty banks that Evan bound! Can all the wealth of India's coast SONG. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, SONG. Patriotic-unfinished. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish gude luck to our cause, It's gude to support Caledonia's cause, Here's a health to them that's awa, Fa'-lot. Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan, May liberty meet wi' success! May prudence protect her frae evil! May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, Here's freedom to him, that wad read, Here's freedom to him, that wad write! There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they wham the truth wad indite. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's chieftain M'Leod, a chieftain worth gowd, Tho' bred amang mountains o' snaw! SONG. Now bank and brae are claith'd in green, The child that boasts o' warld's wealth, But Mary she is a' my ain, Ah, fortune canna gie me mair! Then let me range by Cassillis banks, THE BONNIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWA. O how can I be blythe and glad, It's no the frosty winter wind, It's no the driving drift and snaw; My father pat me frae his door, My friends they hae disown'd me a'; A pair o' gloves he gave to me, And silken snoods he gave me twa; The weary winter soon will pass, And spring will eleed the birken-shaw; And my sweet babie will be born, And he'll come hame that's far awat. Ribands for binding the hair. + I have heard the country girls, in the Merse and Teviotdale, sing a song, the first stanza of which greatly resembles the opening of this. O how can I be blythe or glad, And banish'd frae my company. E. SONG". Out over the Forth I look to the north, But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, The lad that is dear to my babie and me. LINES ON A PLOUGHMAN As I was a wandering ae morning in spring, The lav'rock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest, And mount to the air wi' the dew on her breast+, Of this exquisite ballad the last verse only is printed in Dr. Currie's edition.-He did not know that the opening stanza existed. It is pleasing to mark those touches of sympathy which show the sons of genius to be of one kindred.-In the following passage from the poem of his countryman, the same figure is illustrated with characteristic simplicity; and never were the tender and the sublime of poetry more happily united, nor a more affectionate tribute paid to the memory of Burns. "Thou, simple bird, Of all the vocal quire, dwell'st in a home |