Oft have I rov'd by bonnie Doun,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart, I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

Banks of Allan water.

On the banks of Al lan water, When the

sweet spring time did fall; Was the Miller's lovely

On the banks of Allan water,

When brown autumn spread its store,
There I saw the Miller's daughter,
But she smiled no more.

For the summer, grief had brought her,
And the soldier false was he;

On the banks of Allan water,
None was sad as she.

On the banks of Allan water,
When the winter's snow fell fast,
Still was seen the Miller's daughter,
Chilling blew the blast!

But the Miller's lovely daughter,

Both from cold and care was free:
On the banks of Allan water,

There a corse lay she.

Spring time of year is coming.
As sung by Mr. SINCLAIR.

Insects bright are humming, bumming, And all the

The gale is gently swelling, swelling,
With fragrance from the balmy grove,
And youthful swains are telling, telling,
Their happy tales of love, love,

Their happy tales of love.

Spring makes the pulse with pleasure beat,
Spring makes the heart with rapture thrill,
Each maiden hastes her love to meet,
With hope and joy his heart to fill.
The spring time, &c.