It's gude to be merry and wise,
It's gude to be honest and true,
It's gude to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.

Here's a health to them that's awa,

Here's a health to them that's awa;

Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o'the clan, Altho' that his band be sma'.

May liberty meet wi' success!

May prudence protect her frae evil!

May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist,

And wander their way to the devil!

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,

That lives at the lug o' the law!

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!

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*

SONG

SONG.

Now bank an' brae are claith'd in
green
An' scatter'd cowslips sweetly spring,
By Girvan's fairy haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing.
To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's,
There wi' my Mary let me flee,
There catch her ilka glance of love
The bonie blink o' Mary's e'e!

The child wha boasts o' warld's walth,
Is aften laird o' meikle care;
But Mary she is a' my ain,

Ah, fortune canna gie me mair !
Then let me range by Cassillis' banks,
Wi' her the lassie dear to me,
And catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonie blink o' Mary's e'e!

THE

THE BONIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWA.

O How can I be blythe and glad,

Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad that I lo'e best Is o'er the hills and far awa?

Its no the frosty winter wind,

Its no the driving drift and snaw;
But ay the tear comes in my e'e,
To think on him that's far awa.

My father pat me frae his door,

My friends they hae disown'd me a'.

But I hae ane will tak my part,

The bonie lad that's far awa.

A pair o' gloves he gave to me,

And silken snoods* he gave me twa; And I will wear them for his sake,

The bonie lad that's far awa.

GG

* Ribbands for binding the hair.

The

And spring will cleed the birken-shaw; And my sweet babie will be born,

And he'll come hame that's far awa. *

* 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.

SONG.*

OUT over the Forth I look to the north,
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wild rolling sea.

But I look to the west, when I gae to rest, That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;

For far in the west lives he I lo'e best,

The lad that is dear to my babie and me.

LINES ON A PLOUGHMAN.

As I was a wand'ring ae morning in spring,
I heard a young Ploughman sae sweetly to sing,
And as he was singin' thir words he did say,
There's nae life like the Ploughman in the
month o' sweet May.- *

The

* Of this exquisite ballad the last verse only is printed in Dr. Currie's Edition-He did not know that the opening stanza existed.

E.