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She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,

And I may e'en gae hang.
A coof cam in wi' rowth o' gear,
And I hae tint my dearest dear,
But woman is only warld's gear,

Sae let the bonnie lassie gang.

Whae'er ye be that woman love,

To this be never blind,
Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove,

A woman has't by kind.
0, woman lovely, woman fair!
An angel form’s faun to thy share,
'Twad been o'er meikle to gi'en thee mair,

I mean an angel mind.




AIR-Soldier's dream.

I have known what it was to be happy and gay,

And have cherish'd both virtue and friendship sincere, I have dream'd upon hope till my fancy gave way,

Till the dream and the dreamer were lost in despair.

I have tasted of joys unassisted by art,

And lavish'd my all with a prodigal waste; One passion alone held the sway o'er my heart,

But the joy that it gave was too poignant to last.

I ne'er lov'd but one, and she seem'd to unite

All we dream of above, or adore upon earth; I gaz’d on her charms with distracting delight,

And a bosom o'ercharg'd with a sense of her worth ! Let none love like me, if they value their peace,

For torture lies hid 'neath the fondness of bliss, Nor barter for ever the comforts of ease,

For the charms of a smile, or the joys of a kiss.



AIR-O tell me the way for to woo.

O sweet is the calm dewy evening
When nature is wooing repair,
And sweet are the low notes o' echo

When dying away on the ear :
And lovely, thrice lovely, when o'er the blue ocean,.
The broad moon arising in majesty glows;
And I breathing over ilk tender emotion,
Wi' my lovely Máry, the maid o' Montrose.

The fopling sae fine and sae airy,
Sae fondly in love wi' himsel,
Is proud wi' ilk new female conquest

To shine at the walk and the ball.
But gie me, oh gie me, the dear calm o' nature,
By some bush or brae-side, where naebody goes,
And ae bonny lassie to lean on my bosom,
My ain lovely Mary, the maid o' Montrose.

O what is the wale o' the warld,
Gin nane o' its pleasures we prove,
And where can we prove o' its pleasures

Gin no wi' the lassie we love.
O sweet are the smiles and the dimples o' beauty,
Where lurking the loves and the graces repose,
And sweet is the dark o'the e'e saftly rolling,
But sweeter is Mary, the maid o' Montrose.

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O Mary, 'tis no for thy beauty,
Though few are sae bonny as thee;
O Mary, 'tis no for thy person,

Though handsome as woman can be:
Thy fair flowing form is the fair vernal flow'ret,
The bloom o' thy cheek is the bloom o' the rose,
But the charms o' her mind are the ties sae endearing,
That bind me to Mary, maid o' Montrose. "



AIR-Highlander's lament,

My Harry was a gallant gay,

Fu’ stately strade he on the plain ;
But now he's banish'd far away,

I'll never see him back again.

O for him back again,

O for him back again;
· I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land

For Highland Harry back again.

When a' the lave gae to their bed,

I wander dowie up the glen,
I set me down and greet my fill,
And aye I wish him back again.

O for him, ofc.

O! were some villains hanged high,

And ilka body had their ain,
Then might I see the joyful night,
My Highland Harry back again.

O for him, fc.

* This song is the composition of Burns. It is said that he obtained the chorus from the recitation of an old woman who resided in Dumblane.



(By Dr. Dwight, a Native Poet.)

Columbia! Columbia ! to glory arise,
Thou Queen of the World, and thou child of the skies,
Thy Genius commands thee, with raptures behold,
While ages on ages thy splendours unfold.
Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of Time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;
Let the crimes of the East ne'er incrimson thy name,
Be Freedom and Science, and Virtue, thy fame,

To conquest and slaughter, let Europe aspire,
Whelm nations in blood, wrap cities in fire,
Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,
And triumph pursue them, and glory attend;
A World is thy realm ; for a world be thy laws,
Enlarg'd as thy empire and just as thy cause,
On Freedom's broad basis that Empire shall rise;
Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.

* National honour, independence, and prosperity, form a pleasing theme both for the attention and celebration of the bard. They are not only exceedingly fertile, and thus present most ample scope for the exercise of his invention ; they are also recommended by every consideration which can warm the heart or elevate the affections. Among the various productions which have been dedicated to this purpose, the present, though short, is nevertheless con.

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