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From an older song by MR. DOUGLAS of Finland. MAXWELTON braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
Which ne'er forgot will be;
Her brow is like the snaw-drift,
That e'er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet;
And she's all the world to me;
WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE. A WEE bird cam' to our ha' door
He warbled sweet and clearly, An' aye the o'ercome o' his sang
Was "Wae's me for Prince Charlie !" Oh! when I heard the bonnie, bonnie
The tears cam' drappin' rarely,
I took my bannet aff my head,
Quoth I, "My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird,
Is that a tale ye borrow,
Or is't some words ye've learnt by heart, Or a lilt o' dool an' sorrow?" "Oh no, no, no," the wee bird sang, "I've flown sin' mornin' early, But sic a day o' wind and rain—
Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie !" But now the bird saw some red coats, An' he shook his wings wi' anger, "Oh! this is no land for me,
I'll tarry here nae langer." Awhile he hovered on the wing Ere he departed fairly,
But weel I mind the fareweel strain Was "Wae's me for Prince Charlie !"
HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S
Partly by ROBERT BURNS.
HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winna wish guid luck to our
May never guid luck be their fa.'
Altho' that his band be but sma'.
And wander their way to the devil! Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland
That lives at the lug o' the law!
Here's freedom to him that wad read, Here's freedom to him that wad write! There's nane ever feared that the truth should be heard,
But they wham the truth wad indict. ¿
WILL YE NO COME BACK AGAIN.
BONNIE Charlie's now awa'
Safely owre the friendly main;
Will ye no come back again?
They trusted you, dear Charlie !
English bribes were a' in vain,
Tho' puir and puirer we maun be;
That beats aye for thine and thee.
We watched thee in the gloaming hour, We watched thee in the morning gray Tho' thirty thousand pounds they gie, Oh, there is nane that wad betray. Will ye no, etc.
Sweet's the lavrock's note an' lang,
COME, SIT THEE DOWN.
COME, sit thee down, my bonnie, bonnie love,
Come sit thee down by me,
And I will tell thee many a tale
Of the dangers of the sea;
Of the perils of the deep, love,
Where the angry tempests roar; And the raging billows wildly dash Upon the groaning shore.
Come, sit thee down, etc.
The skies are flaming red, my love,