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ANNIE LAURIE.

From an older song by MR. DOUGLAS of Finland. MAXWELTON braes are bonnie,

Where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gied me her promise true;
Gied me her promise true,

Which ne'er forgot will be;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.

Her brow is like the snaw-drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest

That e'er the sun shone on,
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 like winds in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet;
Her voice is low and sweet,

And she's all the world to me;
And for bounie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.

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

bird,

The tears cam' drappin' rarely,

I took my bannet aff my head,
For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie.

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

JAWA.

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

cause,

May never guid luck be their fa.'
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa;
Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o'
the clan,

Altho' that his band be but sma'.
May liberty meet wi' success!
May prudence protect her frae evil!
May tyrants and tyranny tine in the
mist,

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

laddie,

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.

FINLAY DUN.

Jacobite Ballad.

BONNIE Charlie's now awa'

Safely owre the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he ne'er come back again.
Will ye no come back again?

Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be—
Will ye no come again?
Ye trusted in your Hieland men,

They trusted you, dear Charlie !
They kent your hiding in the glen,
Death or exile braving.
Will ye no, etc.

English bribes were a' in vain,

Tho' puir and puirer we maun be;
Siller canna buy the heart

That beats aye for thine and thee.
Will ye no, etc.

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,
Lilting widely up the glen ;
But aye to me he sings ae sang,
Will you come back again?
Will ye no, etc.

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,
The skies are flaming red ;
And darkly rolls the mountain wave,
And rears its monstrous head.

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