Come, toom the stoup! it's delightful to see
The world run round, like to whomel on me ;

And
yon bonnie bright star-by my sooth it's a shiner,
Ilka drop that I drink it seems glowing diviner.

Away with your lordships of mosses and mools, With your women, the plague and the plaything of fools!

Away with

your crowns, and your sceptres, and mitres ! Lay the parson's back bare to the rod of the smiters: For wisdom wastes time, and reflection is folly,

Let learning descend to the score and the tally.

Lo! the floor's running round, the roof's swimming in glory,

And I have but breath for to finish my story.

SONG OF THE ELFIN MILLER.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

Full merrily rings the millstone round,
Full merrily rings the wheel,
Full merrily gushes out the grist;
Come taste my fragrant meal.
As sends the lift its snowy drift,
So the meal comes in a shower;
Work, fairies, fast,-for time flies past;
I borrow'd the mill an hour.

The miller he's a worldly man,

And maun have double fee;

So draw the sluice of the churl's dam,
And let the stream come free.

Shout, fairies, shout! see, gushing out,
The meal comes like a river;

The top of the grain on hill and plain
Is ours, and shall be ever.

One elf goes chasing the wild bat's wing,
And one the white owl's horn,

One hunts the fox for the white o' his tail,
And we winna have him till morn;
One idle fay, with the glow-worm's ray,
Runs glimmering 'mang the mosses,
Another goes tramp wi' the will-o'-wisp's lamp,
To light a lad to the lasses.

O haste, my brown elf, bring me corn
From bonnie Blackwood plains;

Go, gentle fairy, bring me grain
From green Dalgonar mains;
But, pride of a' at Closeburn ha',

Fair is the corn and fatter;
Taste, fairies, taste, a gallanter grist
Has never been wet with water.

Hilloah! my hopper is heaped high ;
Hark! to the well-hung wheels,
They sing for joy ;-the dusty roof,
It clatters and it reels.

Haste, elves, and turn yon mountain burn-
Bring streams that shine like siller;
The dam is down, the moon sinks soon,
And I maun grind my meller.

Ha! bravely done, my wanton elves,
That is a foaming stream;

See how the dust from the mill-ee flies,
And chokes the cold moon-beam.-
Haste, fairies! fleet come baptized feet,
Come sack and sweep up clean,

And meet me soon, ere sinks the moon
In thy green vale, Dalveen.

MARMION.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Where shall the lover rest,

Whom the fates sever,

From his true maiden's breast

Parted for ever?

Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die,

Under the willow.

There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are laving,

There, while the tempests sway,

Scarce are boughs waving;

There thy rest shalt thou take,

Parted for ever,

Never again to wake,

Never, O never.

Where shall the traitor rest,

He the deceiver,

Who could win maiden's breast,

Ruin, and leave her?

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.

Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the false hearted;

His warm blood the wolf shall lap,

Ere life be parted; Shame and dishonour sit

By his grave ever;

Blessing shall hallow it

Never, O never.

SONG OF RICHARD FAULDER.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

It's merry, it's merry, among the moonlight,
When the pipe and the cittern are sounding,
To rein, like a war-steed, my shallop, and go
O'er the bright waters merrily bounding.
It's merry, it's merry, when fair Allanbay
With its bridal candles is glancing,

To spread the white sails of my vessel, and go
Among the wild sea-waters dancing.

And it's blithesomer still, when the storm is come on, And the Solway's wild waves are ascending

In huge and dark curls-and the shaven masts groan,
And the canvas to ribbons is rending;

When the dark heaven stoops down unto the dark deep,
And the thunder speaks 'mid the commotion :-
Awaken and see, ye who slumber and sleep,
The might of the Lord on the ocean!

This frail bark, so late growing green in the wood
Where the roebuck is joyously ranging,
Now doomed for to roam o'er the wild fishy flood,
When the wind to all quarters is changing—