Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in

the state;

Then let your schemes alone in the state;
Then let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,

And leave a man undone
To his fate.

LADY MARY ANN.

TUNE- Craigton's Growing.

"Modelled by Burns from an ancient ballad, enti tled Craigton's Growing."— STENHOUSE.

Он, Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle

wa';

She saw three bonny boys playing at the ba'; The youngest he was the flower amang them

a'

My bonny laddie's young, but he's growin' yet.

O father! O father! an' ye think it fit,
We'll send him a year to the college yet:

We'll sew a green ribbon round about his hat, And that will let them ken he's to marry

yet.

Lady Mary Ann was a flower i' the dew; Sweet was its smell, and bonny was its hue, And the langer it blossomed the sweeter it grew

For the lily in the bud will be bonnier yet.

Young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout of an

aik,

Bonny and bloomin', and straught was its

make;

The sun took delight to shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag o' the forest yet.

The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green,

And the days are awa' that we hae seen; But far better days I trust will come again,

For my bonny laddie's young, but he's growin

yet.

KENMURE'S ON AND AWA'.

TUNE-0 Kenmure's on and awa', Willie.

This song is supposed to be one of those which Burns only improved from old versions. William Gordon, sixth Viscount of Kenmure, raised a body of troops for the Pretender in 1715, and had the chief command of the insurgent forces in the south of Scotland. Taken at Preston, he was tried and condemned to be beheaded, which sentence was executed on the 24th February, 1716.

O KENMURE'S on and awa', Willie!
O Kenmure's on and awa'!

And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.

Success to Kenmure's band, Willie !
Success to Kenmure's band!
There's no a heart that fears a Whig
That rides by Kenmure's hand.

Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie !
Here's Kenmure's health in wine!
There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude,
Nor yet o' Gordon's line.

O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie !

O Kenmure's lads are men!

Their hearts and swords are metal true,
And that their faes shall ken.

They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie!
They'll live or die wi' fame!

But soon, wi' sounding victorie,

May Kenmure's lord come hame!

Here's him that's far awa', Willie !
Here's him that's far awa'!

And here's the flower that I love best-
The rose that's like the snaw!

SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A
NATION.

TUNE-A Parcel of Rogues in a Nation.

FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory,
Fareweel even to the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story.

Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,

And Tweed rins to the ocean,

To mark where England's province standsSuch a parcel of rogues in a nation.

What force or guile could not subdue
Through many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitors' wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;

But English gold has been our bane-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

O would, ere I had seen the day
That treason thus could fell us,
My auld gray head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration;

We're bought and sold for English gold

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.