ANNIE LAURIE. Where early fa's the dew, Gied me her promise true; Which ue'er forgot will be ; And for bonuie 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. Is the fa' o' her fairy feet; Her voice is low and sweet ; And she's all the world to me ; And for bonnie Aunie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE. He warbled sweet and clearly, the o'ercome o' his sang bird, For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie. 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 1 " But now the bird saw some red coats, An' he shook his wings wi' anger, I'll tarry here nae langer." Ere he departed fairly, Was “ Wae's me for Prince Charlie !" HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA. 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 Norlaud 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 ; Will ye no come back again ? Will ye uo come again? They trusted you, dear Charlie ! They kent your hiding in the glen, Death or exile braving. Wiil ye no, etc. Tho' puir and puirer we maun be ; etc. Will ye no, 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 ; And rears its monstrous head. |