STARS, DINNA PEEP IN. Bright stars, dinna peep in, An' O thou bright an' bonnie moon, Don't at her window tarry. THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN. JOANNA BAILLIE. I've no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake, Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree- Soft tapping at eve to her window I came, And loud bayed the watch dog, loud scolded the dame. For shame, silly Lightfoot, what is it to thee, Though the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me? Rich Owen will tell you with eyes full of scorn, Threadbare is my coat, and my hosen are torn : Scoff on, my rich Owen, for faint is thy glee The farmer rides proudly to market and fair, And the clerk at the alehouse still claims the great chair; But of all our proud fellows the proudest I'll be, While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. For blithe as the urchin at holiday play, Is the maid of Llanwellyn who smiles upon me. THE GALLANT AULD CARLE ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. A gallant auld carle a-courting came, And ask'd with a cough, was the heiress at hame; Be kind to him, maiden, he's weel arrayed; The carle came ben with a groan and a cough, LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. A chieftain, to the highlands bound, Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together; My blood would stain the heather. And by my word, the bonny bird So, though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud apace, O haste thee, haste! the lady cries: The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her; When oh, too strong for human hand, And still they rowed amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, His wrath was chang'd to wailing: For sore dismayed thro' storm and shade His child he did discover; |