Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank,

The rifted wood roars wild and drearie, Loud the iron yett does clank,

And cry o' howlets maks me eerie.
Tell me, &c.

Aboon my breath I daurna speak,
For fear I rise your waukrife daddy;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek;
O rise, rise my bonny lady.
Tell me, &c.

She op❜t the door, she let him in,

He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie; 'Blaw your warst, ye rain and win', Since Maggie, now I'm in aside ye.'

I'll be a Bachelor-never.
Air-"A Highland laddie heard of war."
The night was dark, the winds blew loud,
My fire by fits was blinking;

Says I I'm almost forty-five,

And what have I been thinking.
Then shall I wed, or shall I not,
Shall I be lonely ever;

And spurn great nature's noblest law?
I'll be a bachelor-never.

A bachelor! such a useless thing,

The world is not possessing;
None shares the blank within his heart,

To none he is a blessing.

If he has wealth some wish him dead,
If poor he's shun'd forever;

Ev'n riches cannot purchase bliss,
I'll be a bachelor-never.

But O! it's unco sair to bear,

When dark misfortune's hovering near,
The purse proud look, the haughty sneer:
But whistle o'er the lave o't.

"Tis then our sunshine friends grow cool,
An' fin' at length you were a fool,
But what o' that ye just maun snool:
But whistle o'er the lave o't.

Then brithers try the villain's part,
An' tear the bleeding broken heart,
Nor grieve to see the tear-drop start:
But whistle o'er the lave o't.

The man o' wealth we've seen to day,
In a' his glory proudly gay,

The morn has seen him pass away:
But whistle o'er the lave o't.

I care na for mysel ava,

But I hae barnies three an' twa,
Wha aye were unco snood an' braw;
But whistle o'er the lave o't.

They hae a mother unco kind,
I hae a wifie to my mind,

So I maun just some comfort find:
An' whistle o'er the lave o't.

The little Mountaineer.

As sung by FOOTE.

Good morrow to the morning new,

The fields and flow'rets bright with dew!

Good morrow, shepherd lads, to you,

Good morrow, maidens dear!
S

Good morrow to our holiday,
And all who list my tuneful lay,
Or join upon her merry way
Your little Mountaineer!

Lal de ra, &c.

Look down on yonder valley, where
The lifted garlands scent the air;
And busy dames the feast prepare,
With all its joyous cheer.

Good morrow, stranger, kind and fair!
Would you with us the revel share,
With hearty welcome follow there

Your little Mountaineer.

Lal de ra, &c.

For there, with dance and bridal song,
"Tis mine to lead the jocund throng,
Where Carl, the hunter, blithe and young,
Receives his Lena dear.

Oh, happy, happy, may they be,

Who knows what fate may next decree?
Perhaps ere long a chance for me,

Your little Mountaineer.

Lal de ra, &c.

The Banner of Blue,

As sung by Madame VESTRIS.

Strike up! strike up! strike up! Scottish minstrels so

gay,

Tell of Wallace, that brave warlike man; Sing also of Bruce-your banners display, While each chief leads on his bold clan.

Here's success, Caledonia, to thee,

To the sons of the thistle so true,

Then march! gaily march! so cantie and free,
There's none like the banners so blue.

March on march on! march on! to the brazen

trumpet's sound,

How quickly in battle, in battle array;

Each brave Highland chief assembles his men,
And they march to the bagpipes so gay,
Here's success, Caledonia, to thee,

To the sons of the thistle so true;

Then march! gaily march! so cantie and free,
There's none like the banners so blue.

As Mither an' I.

As mither an' I sat spinning ae day,
Young Donald cam' owre the lea;
Now what could I do, or what could I say,
For I kent he cam' courting o' me.

Now minnie had always been telling o' me
To scornfully treat the young laddie;
But wha could resist his paukie black e'e,
Not I nor the wealthiest lady.

"Twas simmer, an' nature hersel' was a' gay,
An' Donald I kent was leal;

He gied me his han', and bid me away,

Whiles minnie she slept at her wheel.

The birdies were warbling their simmer notes sweet,

As lightly we tripp'd owre the lea,

An' scarcely a gowan fell 'neath the feet

O' gallant young Donald an' me.

An' when frae her sleep awoke the auld dame,
I ween she was sairly affrighted;

But never again we returned to her hame
Till Donald an' I were united.

The star spangled Banner.

Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly stream

ing;

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still

there.

Oh! say, does that star spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen, through the mists of the deep, Where the foes's haughty host in dread silence repo

ses;

What is that which the breeze, o'er the low'ring steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
"Tis the star spangled banner, oh! long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country shall leave us no more?
Their blood hath wash'd out their foul footsteps pol-
lution.

No refuge could save, the hireling and slave,

From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave. And the star spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er thee land of the free, and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation ;