THE Harp of Benfrewshire. I. GLEN-ORRA. THE gale is high, the bark is light, No bright'ning hope can gild the morrow, Thy lover hails a distant shore, Nor thinks of thee far in Glen-Orra. The moon is up, the maiden's gone, Where flower and tree the night dews cover, To weep by mountain streamlet lone, K Turn, faithless wretch, seek Orra's wild, Cold, cold, she sinks in dark Glen-Orra. The moon hangs pale o'er Orra's steep, II. LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF. AIR" Cadil gu lo." O slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright, The hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we see, O rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, O fear not the bugle, tho' loudly it blows, Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Then rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, O slumber, my darling, the time it may come, III. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE.* Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, O'er the grave where our hero was buried. * We have not been able to obtain any information who it was that wrote this poetical elegy, nor are there any traces which afford room for conjecture. It appeared at first in several of the public newspapers, from whence it was copied into Blackwood's Magazine for the month of June, 1817. The affair, however, to which it refers, and the distinguished person whom it so justly |