The raven fleece that dances On her round and swan-white neck; On the smooth and shaven deck; Be gentle in your ministry, HABBIE'S FRAE HAME. JAMES TURNER. By the side of yon cleugh, whare the burnie rins shill, There'll never be joy till our Habbie come hame. My wheel it gaes round, and my lint tap I spread, The warp shall be blue and the waft shall be red, An' how bra we'll be a' when our Habbie comes hame. That morning he left us, our cock never crew, Our gray clocking hen she gaed keckling her lane; The gowk frae the craft never cried cuckoo, That wearyfu' morning our Habbie left hame. When the wind blaws loud and tirls our strae, I When the wars are owre, an' quiet is the sea, On board the Culloden our Hab will come hame : My slumbers will then be as sweet as the Dee, An' how blythe we'll be a' when our Habbie comes hame. THE BONNIE BARK. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. O come, my bonnie bark, And thy wings like the snow— Ere the wane of the moon. THE WIDOW'S LAMENT. JAMES HOGG. Oh, thou art lovely yet, my boy, bonnie boy, And left me here alane. I hoped thy sire's loved form to see, I thought, when I was fail'd, I might And left me here alane. Now closed and set that sparkling e'e, Thy breast is cauld as clay; And a' my hope, and a' my joy, Ah, fain wad I that comely clay Reanimate again! But thou art fled, my bonnie boy, The flower now fading on the lea, The leaf just falling frae the tree, The year will soon renew; For thou art fled, my bonnie boy, ALLAN-A-MAUT. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. Good Allan-a-Maut lay on the rigg, Good Allan-a-Maut grew green and rank, The faint of heart grew firm as steel, The douce nae mair call'd mirth a faut, Such charms are mine, quoth Allan-a-Maut. |