ANNIE LAURIE. From an older song by MR. DOUGLAS of Finland. MAXWELTON braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, Her brow is like the snaw-drift, That e'er the sun shone on, Like dew on the gowan lying WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE. 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, 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, And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa.' Here's a health to them that's awa, the clan, Altho' that his band be but sma'. May liberty meet wi' success! 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 ; Ye trusted in your Hieland men, Will ye no, etc. English bribes were a' in vain, Siller canna buy the heart That beats aye for thine and thee. We watched thee in the gloaming hour, 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; Come, sit thee down, etc. The skies are flaming red, my love, |