our daily lot Up on the summer sea, And

The mermaid on her rock may sing,
The witch may weave her charm,
But water sprité nor eldrich thing
The bonny boat can harm;
It safely bears its scaly store

Through many a stormy gale,
While joyful shouts rise from the shore,
Its homeward prow to hail.

We cast our lines in Largo bay, &c.

Sleep, gentle Lady.

Sleep gentle lady, the flowers are closing,
The very winds and waves reposing,
O may our soft and soothing numbers;
Wrap thee in sweeter, softer slumbers.
Peace be around thee, lady bright,
Sleep while we sing, good night, good night.

O what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war, And a plaid across his manly breast, that yet shall

wear a star.

Suppose, ah! suppose that some cruel, cruel wound Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound!

The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly,

The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye;

But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonnie bounds,

His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,

While wide through all our Highland hills his warlike name resounds.

White Sand.-A Catch.

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fa', The folks are at work, and the bairns are

Stay, stay, bonnie Laddie, then cried I with speed, I wa'na, I ma'na, go with you indeed;

Besides, should I do so, what would the folks say?
So we canna marry, dear Sandy, to-day.

List, list, bonnie Lassie, and mind what you do,
For Peggy and Patty I gave up for you;
Besides, a full twelvemonth we've trifled away,
And one or the other I'll marry to-day,

Fie, fie bonnie Laddie, then cried I again,
For Peggy you kiss'd 'tother day on the plain;
Besides a new ribbon does Patty display,
And we canna marry, dear Sandy, to-day.
O, then, a good-bye, bonnie Lassie, cried he,
For Peggy and Patty are waiting for me;
The kirk is hard by, and the bell calls away,
And Peggy or Patty I'll marry to-day.

Stay, stay, bonnie Laddie, cried I with a smile,
For know I was jesting, indeed, all the while;
Let Peggy go spin, and send Patty away,
And we will be married, dear Sandy, to-day.

Away, my gallant Page, away!
Away! my gallant page, away!
The clarion sounds afar;
I see the victor's proud array,
Returning from the war.

The heroes throng the shining strand,
Thy valiant lord is there;

And thou shalt from his lady's hand,

The promis'd greeting bear:

Then gallop away, my young and brave,

The welcome call obey,

And merrily speed thy eager steed,

My gallant boy, away!