Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin !
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin!

In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin!
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman!
Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg,
And win the key-stane1 of the brig;
There at them thou thy tail may toss,
A running stream they darena cross.
But ere the key-stane she could make,
The fient a tail she had to shake!
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle";
But little wist she Maggie's mettle-
Ae spring brought off her master hale,
But left behind her ain gray tail:
The carlin claught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, tak heed;
Whene'er to drink you are inclined,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare

THE BANKS O' DOON.

Tune The Caledonian Hunt's delight.'

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae weary fu' o' care!

It is a well-known fact, that witches, or any evil spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream. It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogles, whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more hazard in turning back.-R. B.

2 deuce (fiend).

⚫ aim.

Thou 'It break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,

Departed-never to return.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw1 my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

VOL. III.

FAREWELL TO NANCY.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee!
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her, was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted!

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest !
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure.

1 stole.

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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

HIGHLAND MARY.

Tune-Katharine Ogie.'

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around

The castle o' Montgomery,

Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie1!

There simmer first unfauld her robes,

And there the langest tarry ;

For there I took the last farewel
O' my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom,

As underneath their fragrant shade

I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Wi' monie a vow, and locked embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder;

But oh! fell death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early!

Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary !

1 muddy.

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kissed sae fondly!
And closed for ay the sparkling glance,
That dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mould'ring now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary.

DUNCAN GRAY.

Duncan Gray came here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,

On blythe yule night when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Maggie coost1 her head fu' high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh',
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh";
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed;
Ha, ha, &c.

Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,
Ha, ha, &c.

Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer't and blin'",
Spak o' lowpin' o'er a linn ;
Ha, ha, &c.

Time and chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, &c.

Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, &c.

Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee?

She may gae to-France for me!

How it comes let doctors tell,
Ha, ha, &c.

Meg grew sick-as he grew hale,
Ha, ha, &c.

Something in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings;

And O, her een, they spak sic things!
Ha, ha, &c.

Duncan was a lad o' grace,
Ha, ha, &c.

Maggie's was a piteous case,
Ha, ha, &c.

Duncan couldna be her death,

Swelling pity smoor'd1 his wrath;
Now they're crouse and cantie 2 baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YE, MY LAD.

O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad;
O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad:
Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad.
O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad.

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But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
And comena unless the back-yett be a-jee';
Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see,
And come as ye werena comin to me.
And come as ye werena comin to me.
O whistle, &c.

At Kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as tho' that ye caredna a flee:
But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e,
Yet look as ye werena lookin at me.

Yet look as ye werena lookin at me.
O whistle, &c.

1 smothered.

2 cheerful and merry. 3

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5 then.