BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY

SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has often led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to glorious victory.

Now's the day, and now's tne hour;
See the front of battle lour!

See approach proud Edward's power'
Edward! chains! and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha will fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?

Traitor coward! turn and flee
Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freeman's sword will freely draw?
Freeman stand, or freeman fa'-
Caledonians, on wi' me.

By oppression, woes, and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be-shall be free
Lay the proud usurpers low-
Tyrants fall in every foe :
Liberty's in every blow-

Forward! let us do or die!

THE MISLETOE BOUGH

THE misletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall,

And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay,

And keeping their Christmas holyday; The baron beheld with a father's pride, His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride.

While she with her bright eyes seem'd

to be

The star of that goodly company.

Oh! the misletoe bough! Ok. the misletoe bough!

"I'm weary of dancing now," she cried;

"Here tarry a moment-I'll hide, I'll hide:

And Lovell, be sure thou'rt the first a to trace

The clue to my secret lurking place."
Away she
ran, and her friends began
Each tower to search, and each nook

to scan;

And young Lovell cried, "O where dost thou hide?

I'm lonesome without thee, my own dear bride."

Oh, the misletoe bough:

They sought her that night and they sought her next day,

And they sought her in vain, when a week pass'd away:

In the highest-the lowest-the loneliest spot,

Young Lovell sought wildly, but found her not,

And years flew by; and their grief, at last,

Was told as a sorrowful tale long past; And when Lovell appeared the children cried,

'See the old man weeps for his fairy bride."

Oh, the misletoe bough:

At length an oak chest that had long lain hid,

Was found in the castle-they raised the lid,

And a skeleton form lay mouldering

there,

In the bridal wreath of the lady fair; Oh, sad was her fate in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest;

It closed with a spring:—and her bridal bloom,

Lay withering there in a lonely tomb' Oh, the misletoe bough.

COME, OH! COME WITH ME

COME, oh come with me, the moon is beaming;

Come, oh come with me, the stars are gleaming;

All around, above, with beauty teeming; Moonlight hours are meet for love.

Tra la la la la la la.

My skiff is on the shore, she's light and

free;

To ply the feathered oar is joy to me; And while we glide along, my song

shall be,

My dearest maid, I love but thee.

Tra la la la la la la

m

ROB ROY MACGREGOR.

AIR-Duncan Gray.

PARDON now the bold outlaw,
Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
Grant him mercy, gentles a',
Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
Let hands and hearts agree
your
Set the Highland laddie free,
Make us sing with muckle glee,
Rob Roy Macgregor O!

Long the state has doom'd his fa',
Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
Still he spurn'd the hateful law,
Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
Scots can for their country die;
Ne'er for Britain's foes they flee,
A' that's past forget-forgi'e,
Rob Roy Macgregor, Ŏ!

Scotland's fear and Scotland's pride,
Rob Roy Macgregor O!
Your award must now abide,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Lang your favours hae been mine,
Favors I will ne'er resign,

Welcome then for auld lang syne,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!