THE SOCIAL CUP. CHARLES GRAY, ESQ. The gloamin' saw us a' sit down, Till chanticleer begin to craw. The auld kirk bell has chappit twal', Wha cares tho' she had chappit twa! We're light o' heart, an' winna part, Though time an' tide shou'd rin awa' Tut, never speir how wears the morn, I dinna doubt we'll drink it dry. An' never mind the dapple dawn: T VOL. IV. ON WI' THE TARTAN. HUGH AINSLIE. Do ye like, bonnie lassie, The hills wild and free, Where the wild falcons bide?--- Then on wi' the tartan, And, fy, let us ride. Do ye like the knowes, lassie, Where the sweet robin biggs; Or the sang of the linnet When wooing his bride ? Then on wi' the tartan, THE EVENING STAR. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. Star, that bringest home the bee, That send'st it from above Appearing when heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise; Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, Star of love's soft interviews! THE MOON WAS A-WANING JAMES HOGG. The moon was a-waning, And fond was the lover; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep O soft was the bed She had made for her lover, And embroidered the cover; And his canopy grander; And sounder he sleeps Where the hill-foxes wander. Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you! I see you sit shivering With lights at your window: But long may you wait, Ere your arms shall enclose him; How painful the task, The sad tidings to tell you, An orphan you were Ere this misery befel you; And far in yon wild, Where the dead tapers hover, O cold, cold and wan Lies the corse of your lover! OUR LADYE'S BLESSED WELL. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. The moon is gleaming far and near, And cold comes down the evening dew On my sweet babe and me. There is a time for holy song, An hour for charm and spell, And now's the time to bathe my babe O thou wert born as fair a babe Born in the April moon: |