Fearful soughs the boortree bank, The rifted wood roars wild and dreary; Loud the iron yate goes clank, And cry of howlets makes me eerie. Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c. Aboon my breath I darna speak, For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie; Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, Oh, rise, rise, my bonny ladye! Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c. She opt the door, she let him in, Now since ye're waking, Maggie, LOUDON'S BONNIE WOODS AND BRAES. ROBERT TANNAHILL. "LOUDON'S bonnie woods and braes, C "Hark, the swelling bugle rings, Waefu' thochts to me, laddie. Where vengeance drives his crimson car, And nane to close thy ee, laddie.” 66 Oh, resume thy wonted smile, That the soldier shares, lassie. Till the day we dee, lassie. Midst our bonnie woods and braes We'll spend our peaceful, happy days, WHAT AILS THIS HEART? SUSANNA BLAMIRE. Air-" Sir James Baird's favourite," or "My dearie, an' thou dee." WHAT ails this heart o' mine? What ails this watery ee? What gars me a' turn cauld as death When I take leave o' thee? When thou art far awa', Thou'lt dearer grow to me; But change o' place and change o' folk May gar thy fancy jee. When I gae out at e'en, Or walk at morning air, Ilk rustling bush will seem to say, And live aneath the tree, I'll hie me to the bower That thou wi' roses tied, And where wi' mony a blushing bud I strove mysel' to hide. I'll doat on ilka spot Where I hae been wi' thee, By ilka burn and tree. Wi' sic thoughts i' my mind, Time through the world may gae, And find my heart in twenty years The same as 'tis to-day. 'Tis thoughts that bind the soul, THE WAEFU' HEART. SUSANNA BLAMIRE. Published 1788. GIN livin' worth could win my heart, My waefu' heart lies low wi' his, Whose heart was only mine; And, oh, what a heart was that to lose! But I maun no repine. Yet, oh, gin Heaven in mercy soon And see, his gentle spirit comes, To show me on my way; Surprised, nae doubt, I still am here, I come, I come, my Jamie dear, She said, and soon a deadly pale Her sorrows sunk to rest. This excellent song is erroneously stated in the notes to the collection of melodies published in Glasgow in 1841, under the title of " The Garland of Scotia," to be the production of one Jeanie Ferguson. AND YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE. SUSANNA BLAMIRE. From the "Musical Museum,” 1790. AND ye shall walk in silk attire, Wi' a puir broken heart? The mind whase every wish is pure Far dearer is to me; And e'er I'm forced to break my faith, I'll lay me down and dee: For I hae pledged my virgin troth His gentle manners wan my heart, And e'er I'm forced to break my troth, I WINNA GANG BACK. RICHARD GALL, born 1776, died 1801. I WINNA gang back to my mammy again, Young Johnnie cam' down i' the gloamin' to woo, He ca'd me his dawtie, his dearie, his dow, |